Monday, July 30, 2007

An Epiphany Strikes On The Front Porch: Why It's Called A "Blog"

DING! It's the sound of an epiphany (this one happening as a result of an email exchange with Pookie #1) which, for your reference, can be accompanied by a loud ringing in the ears and actual pain (the epiphany, not the email with Pookie 1). If you benefit from this information, maybe during a limelight moment at an upcoming cocktail party, you owe me.

Some background: My epiphany of a few minutes ago was informed by a singular knowledge that the British phrase "bloody!"--as in "bloody hell!"--came in to being from the smooshing together of "By Our Lady!" a taboo-taunting aspersion on Mary, the mother of Jesus. I'm sure there are many more historic examples available, but that is the only one I know of that presents itself at the moment. And in the words of my dear Granny, an example in the hand is worth all the rocket surgeons in China.

Onward....

Many (most?) bloggers today were subjected to the "Foniks R Us" school of reeding and riting. My hypothesis: the reason it's called a "blog" may have nothing to do with the au courant acceptance of it being a "web_log," smooshed together in lazy speech parlay, as in the example above. Rather (hold on to your hats! this is BIG) could it be a subconscious culture-wide recognition that what we are really talking about here is a blah-blah-blah... blahg? Except that in the process of indulging our propensity for seeking a publicly accessible stream-of-consciousness airing of our oh-so-precious opinions, we are choosing to forget how to spell in a way that keeps us phonetically dis-connected to our linguistic heritage, which is a bloody shame?

More on this laader.

1 comment:

  1. I didn't know that about "bloody". I would never have guessed! It's great learning something on a blog besides what someone did on their lunch break.

    As for the spelling, some people, though intelligent, can't spell worth anything. Mostly, though, I think it comes from not reading enough.

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