I’ve let it be known on occasion that if people have a private word they would speak they need only post a comment or contact me with the qualification that it not be made public.
Some have and I haven’t.
Among these one received just recently related to the Challenge blog was that I don’t “sound” ndn, I use “big words” and am “too smart”
That kind of aggravates me as the implication is none of us are supposed to do anything but grunt saying ugh or how.
I continue to use a dictionary, and continue to make typo or spelling corrections after posting something, sometimes disbelieving I missed something so obvious – that doesn’t strike me as being smart and I make no such claim.
I’ve improved since beginning this blog three and a half years ago, I’m glad about that because when the dominant language, the international language, is English it’s advantageous to be able to communicate in that language and understand the nuances.
If this were true of Russian, Chinese, Greek, or any other I would be making the same effort in an attempt to address the issues I do.
I’ve heard no such complaints when a person like Russell Means would go on about being a member of a “think tank’ or attempt to wax eloquent, or others in the AIM hive.
And no, I’m not comparing myself to Means and wouldn’t care to be anything like him or share his values.
I want to know things, and I figure I’m dumb enough as it as without dumbing down even further to meet someones expectations or sustain someones belief in stereotypical type casting.
I used to get in trouble in school for being right handed and writing backhand, I was either stubborn enough or didn’t care enough to the point that I made no effort to change that and took whatever lumps came about as the result of that. That staying after school thing? Never worked, there was always an open window or door.
I understood scrawling on a paper was a form of communication, and as long as it is legible and understandable that was and is the qualification as far as I’m concerned.
I feel the same way about blogging, if it is understandable whether there are typos or misspelled words that’s the qualifier, and if there are associated lumps due to that I don’t much care – typos in fact in my opinion have become a part of the internet lexicon, just as texting is.
I could care less if something I say or write is grammatically correct or not, and I’m not one of those OCD laden internet spellcheckers always seeking to correct someone – I’m not looking to impress anyone or pen documents that will be archived in the Smithsonian or make the Library of Congress, and I’m of the opinion that if a person thinks they have a superiority to point such things out they do so because they understand what was being said in the first place and only driven by a smug sense of that superiority.
Pounding nails for a living is what I do, and though it might be nice if someone would invent nails that drive themselves I would miss swinging the hammer. Pounding nails isn’t rocket science, just basic honest labor, there is no nail pounder hall of fame I am aware, no nail pounder Facebook page where “likes” can be gathered, no scheme to gather donations and erect a nail pounder library, and that suits me just fine.
My favorite tool isn’t a keyboard, it’s a 30 ounce Estwing, our relationship is such that I’ll swing that bad boy all day and love every minute of – we have a symbiotic relationship, both performing a task and depending on the other to uphold their end of the bargain.
Like I said – not rocket science, just basic and honest – no pretense, no guile, only knowing the language of the hammer.
When there is inclement weather and work goes on hold we both take a break like it or not, that’s just the way it is. But the weather doesn’t effect the blog, unless the net or power goes out – the only time a “rest” will be taken there.
I’m not an author or a scholar, not an attorney, politician, or work for the U.N. in any capacity. Nothing I do requires a college degree or that I should have finished middle school- and I’m not looking to verbally razzle dazzle anyone, only that when someone pulls out the “big words” to defend the indefensible or attempts some obscure justification or interpretation I want to be sure they can’t pull the wool over my eyes and I’m able to respond using this international language.
A lot of what I have learned has been a matter of necessity, not having the money to fix a car or tool, couldn’t call in the “geek squad” if there was a problem with the comp, couldn’t hire a tradesman, or any number of other skilled people.
I’m fine with all that and figure I am better off being able to do things myself, it’s a lot cheaper and I like being as self reliant as possible, it feels good.
I suppose I could enlist the aid of a co author, ghost writers, or editor, or add something like ” in the spirit of Crazy Horse” to everything I might post, but that ain’t me and I won’t be heading that way or apologizing for appearing “too smart”, “too dumb”, or not living up to a stereotype.
As a people more and more of our youth are attending college or vocational schools, a trickle that will hopefully turn into a torrent – that’s a plus for us and our future, bad news for those wanting to type cast us or keep us in “our place”.
If I had it all to do over again I’d probably make an attempt to finish school and go on to college as long as I could keep swinging the hammer.
I can’t really think of anything else I’d rather do and consider that a gift, liking what I do, know a lot of people who don’t and it’s pure drudgery for them.
The time will come when the hammer becomes too heavy and the ladder too long, when they do I’ll pass them on, pay it forward to another who understands their language and will make use of it.
In the meantime I’ll stress the importance of education, of the ability to understand and communicate, of having some measure of familiarity with the “big words”, not just for the potential benefits they can bring but as an essential survival skill also, because we’re no longer alone on this continent or in control of it.