Death Of Language

Things bother me. That's how I know I am getting old. When I see a kid wearing his pants/belt around the back of his ass, boxers exposed I want to shake him until he quits breathing. That's a good sign that I am no longer in the know as to what's cool. I'm O.K. with that. There are other things that worry me though. Recent studies of employers have shown that the current crop of young people entering the workforce are displaying scary signs of the advance of technology.









That is just frikkin' sweet.











The culprit? Cel-Phones and PDA's. "Crackberries" and the like have taken a society that could, for the most part, communicate and reason. They could also read and write. That time is coming to a close. With texting being the outlet of choice for personal communication, young grads are unable to hand-write legible notes in an office environment. They also are unable to type clear and concise reports for the needs of the business. Since we have grown increasingly dependant on wireless technology, the human animal is also becoming unable to socialize effectively. We are (generally speaking) less able to reason, argue, and understand other points of view on a person to person basis as a result.


Seriously? No, seriously.










The spelling thing really gets to me. Not capitalizing where one should and forty line run on sentences also kill me. I don't remember seeing this when I was growing up in the drug-hazed '70's and big hair 80's. Maybe because we didn't get cable t.v. until HBO showed up around 1979 or 1980, or that cel-phones and Colecovision were still barely affordable or practical...I'm not really sure. I just know we played outside a TON. And my pants were secured around my waist. Maybe it's the belt that is causing this educational rift. Maybe by tightening the belt around the testicles (where it appears to be on most teens and twenty-somethings), it is restricting bloodflow to the more important parts of the brain. O.K., I'll shut up. I'm old and uncool as hell. I have a sweet bike to ride though, and I can spell without a computer program to show me how. That's kind of nice.