Language is such a beautiful thing!
1984 (George Orwell) was a revealing book to me. Its been so long since I've read it and I keep seeing so many things around me that represent that suppression of idea. One of the most striking to me is language. I don't speak too many languages, but English is as good an example as any. SMS has required that this shrink to some extent. Efficiency is the call of the generation and everything to prevent loss of precious time.
But interestingly, there is a movement that strives on; its ages old but it cant really die - slang. Oh glorious slang. Slang has forever existed to prove that it really doesn't matter what you say so long as your message is conveyed to the listener: its perfectly alright! Isn't that good shit. Doesn't it beat the crap outta the chicken. Being able to rock up, shout a round of drinks and camboosle your way through the day, simply means that every word can have infinite meaning. Even made up ones. In person ofcourse body-language makes this even more so!
So say hi, talk to people, stop being rigorous and clinical, talk a walk and chat when you're bored. Make life interesting.
Wow, this turned into a speech! Damn.
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Came across a magazine called Prospect, though its primarily a Brit politics and culture mag, its tag-line is a complete anti thesis of 1984, "Thinking Allowed." Heres the link in anyway. http://www.prospect-magazine.co.uk/landing_page.php
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