Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Hmm

As I read through blog posts and friends' research papers this last year, it began to dawn on me that it is not our natural tendency to write as we speak. Even as I pen this, I'm double-checking myself to make sure an incorrect or poorly written sentence doesn't float in mysteriously. It's a tricky process.
When we speak, we riddle ourselves with fragments and run-on sentences. When we write, we employ the improper use of "there, their, they're" and "your, you're". It assails my eyes every time I witness this casualty of a perfectly beautiful word in the English language on Facebook or Twitter. Come on people. Speak the sentence aloud if you absolutely must.
A good friend of mine from high school recently received an email from our former newspaper adviser, which was a shock in and of itself. When we opened the email, we almost died from laughter and astonishment. The guy couldn't string even ONE coherent sentence together throughout the entire message. Commas inserted themselves where they most certainly were not wanted, first person seemed to mix in with third person narrative and the occasional "your" was mistaken for "you're". It killed me to realize that this kind of teacher was out there, in the thousands, attempting to cultivate prose and grammar in young adolescent's minds. I mean, the irony is not lost that this guy tried to teach me how to write for four years of my ever evolving adolescence.
The written word is a funny thing.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Bummer Blasts

It seems that every time I want to sit down and write, and I mean really write, I'm at work. Which is a total bummer because that is kind of a roadblock when it comes to pulling out a journal and pen and penning intimate thoughts.
Anyways. I had some really deep and profound "something" I wanted to talk about, and now I can't remember. I got distracted when I realized I had started a blog called Confessions Of A {Not So} Techy Intern where I was going to make fun of office life and residing at the bottom of the food chain. Let that one slip through my fingers as well.
Ohhhhh well.