Constancy, inevitability… language evolution. In grade school, the kids nicknamed me “Dictionary”. The bar was low; my spelling, grammar, usage, and pronunciation have never been perfect. Go ahead and make that Urban Dictionary, now — I’ve lived in Chicago for going on 7 years, and aspire to fluency in Internetese, though it tends to morph too quickly. I only recently learned what smh abbreviates.
Hey! Have some fun words:
These regional dialectals mean boy-baby (Illinois), an isolated stand of trees (Georgia), icky (Minnesota), and “Don’t you agree?” (Wisconsin), respectively. Never heard any of these in my life as far as I recall. “Bube”, spoken, would be hard to tell from “boob”, uttered, anyhow. If “bube” belongs to Illinois, I’ve never heard it from an Illinoiser or read it on a page in any of those Chicago rags — not in childhoodlong residence in the m*$%#@f*#$ing Land of Lincoln nor adulthood-to-date passed primarily in the Windy City. Granted, I don’t read and rarely talk to people. But I’ve never even seen it in graffiti.
Wild environments disappear and with them the languages and cultures they spawned; communities, collective identities, traditions and unique modes of living and communicating blend in a manner to mute them all like the resultant greige of a muddled painter’s palette. What concerns me in this is the reminder diversity provides as to the myriad means to meaning. Some languages have three gender types, none of which correspond to rigid identification with organisms’ masculine or feminine biological sex, for example. Healthy humbling awaits he or she who examines language development in geographically foreign regions; even coastal areas of the United States versus its Midwest over a span of decades diverge linguistically.
If languages, cultures, and the wilderness careen irreversibly towards extinction, would you do me a favor and just make a mental note that members of our species arrive at valid conclusions and forge significant values by which they conduct their lives via unlimited paths, and it is almost never necessary to raze nature for purposes of erecting the inert anymore?
In other and nearly unrelated musing, I wonder whether feminists eventually eradicate “man” and “men” from the English words currently used to denote mature human females, known thereafter as simply “wo”, plural and singular in one, like deer. Like, woah.
Raise yer splo and toast to American dialects in C. Russell Price’s poetry, and escape this rambling in a video principally scorning language, preferring instead to proffer illiterate auditory and visual stimuli: