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July 16
I admit, I'm old enough to remember manual pencil sharpeners, cars that, when the hood is opened, allowed you to still see the ground, telephones with round dials (I'm still hassling "dialing a number" on a phone with buttons, but that's my problem.), televisions without remotes and 45s (records, not the gun).
So, reading an article on parents who are going against the current teaching, and showing their children long division. I have to admit I read the story because I couldn't figure out, for the life of me, what the parents were doing wrong. I finally reached the paragraph that explained.
Apparently, the current teaching theory says that kids are taught the comcepts. As someone said in the story, ": "Would you want to go to a doctor who's learned about the concepts but never done the surgery? Would you want your doctor to say I had the right IDEA when I removed your appendix, though I took out the wrong one?"
OK, I'm willing to defend teachers and methodology. However, another paragraph explained what the children are being taught:
". . .multiply 88 by 5, we'll do it with pen and paper, multiplying 8 by 5 and carrying over the 4, etc.
But a child today might reason that 5 is half of 10, and 88 times 10 is 880, so 88 times 5 is half of
that, 440 . . ."
I had enough trouble with long division - instead I still do - but I don't know that I would have been nearly as close if the above method was taught. I think I understand the idea, but, even without any children, I believe in the fundamentals.
Of course, it would have been better if there were more than a single example in the story, but I guess editors have their priorities.
No matter what, 2 plus 2 equals 4. I guess it doesn't really matter how you get there as long as you do, but I still have questions.
Calculators in the classroom. Math programs on the computer. I think I like the idea that people once were expected to think for themselves. I guess we've come a long was since then. That is, until the computer crashes. (After all, we are talking about a PC, usually running one of the inevitably popular operating systems by Microsoft. (Did I say popular?) Forgive me, I'm tired.
I have to admit I'm no math wizard. In fact, I don't even balance my checkbook. I just make it a point to never write checks, or make electronic payments, in excess of my last deposit. This means, if all goes well, I have a little next egg at the end of the year.
Life is good. Who needs concepts?
January 16
I am old enough to remember the test tube baby and the furor that advance caused in the press. There have been other advances that have been announced with less and less critical press. We were amazed at the medical skill that allowed physicians to reattach various portions of the human anatomy that humans managed to maul, mangle, and amputate. Children who have fingers reattached after playing with the lawn mower, adults who have hands reattached after having somehow managed to get the extremity caught in equipment secretly designed to removed these appendages.
After the pacemaker, we even felt hope at the idea of an artificial heart. By the way, the man who invented the artificial heart also invented the artificial kidney dialysis machine. Come on, that will come in handy the next time you’re on Jeopardy.
We have finally accepted transplants of the lung, heart, kidney, various portions of the eyes and various pieces of skin. Ok, I’m fine with that, but today I read something that really makes me scratch my head.
Physicians are now planning to transplant a womb. Not just a womb, but lacking sufficient living donors, they are planning to transplant a womb from a cadaver.
Let’s look at established cost. For a liver transplant, the approximate cost for the first 3 – 6 months is $6,777.50. After approximately five months, the cost is $3645.50.
Therefore, the cost for a liver transplant is $60,000 to $90,000. And a heart transplant costs $75,000 to $125,000.
Now this leads to the next question. How much is one willing to pay for a womb? (I’m not going to address the question of a used womb. I see no fine definition of the plans, going forward, but I have some questions.
How much is one expected to pay for a used womb”? Do we know whether or not the ‘cadaver’ previously bore a child? If so, is there a price adjustment? Is there a discount based on the number of times it was used? Such as: if the cadaver, before it got dead, bore three children, does that womb cost less than a womb that is virtually new (no children)?
Now only that, the womb, which promises the possibility of pregnancy, can only be used one time. Once the pregnancy is completed – I think that’s called ‘birth’ – the womb is to be removed. Does the patient have to add the cost of removal to the entire procedure?
If the womb doesn’t work, is it possible to have another transplant? We could continue this for many such operations until a child is produced. Here, we are excluding costs.
Ok, let’s say we get passed all of the other questions. What do you say to the child when he/she starts to ask where they came from? A Used Stork?
By the time I finished reading the article, I had another question: If this works, could a man be the next subject for this procedure?
OMG!!! How would you like to explain that one to the little one?
January 15 The other day I engaged in a conversation with a friend about the typical ponderables. You know, things like: the locations of things lost such as socks that disappear from the dryer, favorite pens that disappear from the place you know you put them. He had nerve enough to add the last of the cookies that you are certain you left in the cupboard. (I told him I wasn't at all sure that cookies count.) My personal favorite, however, are reading glasses that just walk away.
I know this from personal experience. I put a pair of reading glasses, in their case, in my purse. By the time I reached my home, the glasses had disappeared. No, I made no stops between locations. They were gone and, even after searching my car, I didn’t find them. I am now in the process of replacing them.
I would have given it no thought whatsoever, until I heard about an earring. A very special earring. I saw the headline Marlene Dietrich's lost earring finally found after 73 years! Truthfully, I gave it little thought. Oh, I guess I was surprised to learn that she enjoyed amusement parks. But that was about it.
Anyway, I started thinking about a series of conversations I have had a co-worker (not that one, another one) who regularly talks to me about String Theory. I can spell it and I have a very general idea of the concepts. My fascination was peaked when he mention that this theory supports at least 11 dimensions. I decided that it was fun to listen to but very difficult to prove.
Now, I think there is proof. Things have begun slipping through from one, or more, of those dimensions. Yes, I know how this sounds, but if there had been only one of these occurrences I don’t think I would have given it any thought, but a day or two later I was reading a two-day old newspaper and discovered that the earring was only the latest items to suddenly reappear.
Still, I chose to give it little thought until today’s news. I just discovered that there has been another instance:
Man gets postcard postmarked in 1949
The card was addressed to Mrs. M.K. Hethington on King Street. A one-cent stamp was on the back, along with a postmark from Hendersonville, N.C., dated June 28, 1949.
This is fascinating for many reasons, not the least of which is that the recipient, a retired police chief, with the same last name, had to research his family history to discover that the original recipient was his great-aunt who died in 1972. He received the card in a plain white envelope with no message or return address.
After that I started thinking. I know, it’s a little dangerous at times, but not this time. At least, I don’t think so.
Anyway, there have been several of these ‘returns’ recently. Among the most reported are:
Man's Wallet Returned After 62 Years – this was lost during WWII.
Ring finds its owner after 27 years in the Gulf of Mexico – this was a graduation ring that her father bought for her when she was 17, in 1978.
Ok, the last one was returned a little early, in the scheme of things, but I wonder if that could have anything to do with the fact that the ring was lost in the water. After all, the other items were lost on land. I admit I don’t really know where the postcard was lost, but because it fits the time cycle, I suspect it wasn’t dropped in the water.
I have decided that it will eventually be possible to test this theory. Four days ago, I read the following:
Lost: One big snake. Really big. The Blalock family on Truman Street behind Thomson First Presbyterian Church is looking for Jake the Snake - a six-foot-long Columbian Red-Tailed boa constrictor that has been the family pet for more than 10 years.
So, if my theory is correct Jake should eventually reappear. Here’s the problem: all of the other examples were inanimate objects. Jake on the other hand, although cold blooded, is still defined as animate. So, when he slips away there is no measure that can be used to determine his return.
There have been other notable localized disappearances of animate. For instance: between 1920 and 1950, the town of Bennington, Vermont has been the site of serveral comletely unexplained disappearances:
On December 1, 1949, a Mr. Tetford vanished from a crowded bus..
On December 1, 1946, an 18-year-old student named Paula Welden vanished while taking a walk.
In mid-October, 1950, 8-year old Paul Jepson disappeared from a farm.
Of course, there is some validation for questions regarding the return of animate objects. After all, Judge Crater disappeared in 1930, and he hasn’t reappeared yet. Nor has Ambrose Bierce, who disappeared in 1913. I admit that this one might not really count because Bierce was on his way to join Pancho Villa. A gravestone was placed in a cemetery in Sierra Mojada in 1914, but there is no body beneath the stone.
I guess we have a number of years to test the theory. It should be interesting to learn what happens with the more learned of our species takes a look at this idea. Of course, Jake may have to get in line behind Judge Crater and Ambrose Bierce.
October 23
I had a revelation today. Somehow my co-worker and I wound up talking about bookstores. Later I realized just how special bookstores really are. I haunt all of them but my favorites are the rapidly disappearing independents. The place where the owner will ask you what you like. With the stumbling information he, or she, gives one or two suggestions. You take his/her advise and purchase one the suggestioned books, in this case a mystery. The next day you call back to ask if there are other books in the series.
In my case, there were three others. Thus, my introduction to the Inspector Lynley series by Elizabeth George. (I have read something like 14 out of 17 or 18.) Of course, now that I think about it, there are other series that I read, but the most fun is looking for those gems that make you read faster, all the while regretting that it will end all the more quickly.
But the time spent in bookstores is special. Particularly in my case. You see, there are times I exhibit the symptoms of a disease I think I inherited from my father. I’m not sure it has a name, but it results in an inability to remember the name of either book or author when entering a bookstore. My father’s illness usually appeared when he was searching for music.
My father was the man standing in front of the salesman singing a melody. Yes, melody, with which he was known to take liberties. It was always in the same key, he didn't stray far, but some of his interpretations were interesting.
You see, he could not remember the lyrics, the title, the performer or the writer. Not exactly “Doo-B-Doo-B-Doo”, but somehow it worked for him. Believe it or not, someone was usually available to understand and lead him to whatever he wanted.
I still remember wishing I had been a fly on the wall when he went searching for “They Call the Wind Maria” or “Ghost Riders in the Sky”. Maybe I should explain: My parents managed to give me voice lessons when it was something more than a luxury. After going to some lessons with me, my father, who discovered he was a tenor, decided to take lessons. (No one was any more amazed than my mother.)
The above was the reason for my father's impulsive purchase of the two songs.
My problem is not with music. On the contrary, I have problems with books that I decide I really, really want. My earliest memory of the manifestation of the problem was the day I walked into a small independent bookstore and asked for the book that starts with a man standing in front of firing squad remembering the day his father introduced him to snow.
I love small independent bookstores. There were three people working there and all three of them recognized my introduction. I walked out of the store carrying a copy of “One Hundred Years of Solitude” by Gabriel García Márquez,
Of course, I had to wait while they argued among themselves the merits of the various translations – apparently they had at least four. I’m sorry to admit I don’t remember the name of the translator. I only know that I was entranced.
I’ve had many such experiences, but the most recent happened last weekend. I walked into the bookstore, one of the larger ones, (No, not Borders), confident that I could remember the name of the author. By the time I reached the Fiction section, I could only remember a paraphrase of the first sentence.
I am absolutely taken by opening sentences of works of fiction. I know these are crafted to catch you and lure you into the plot.
In this case, I stand in line to speak with someone at the computer. By the time I reached said person, all I could remember was “I’m looking for a book by a Black authoress that starts ‘The reason I’m sitting on a toilet seat in the handicapped stall is that I’m hiding.’”
Ok, it’s not a lot to go one, and the face of the young man staring at me as if I left something important at the front door, was not promising. I was about to leave when a woman two persons behind me in line said, “You’re looking for that Terry McMillan book.”
I walked out with a copy of “The Interruption of Everything”.
By the way, when did the market start demanding a modification in the shape of books? I don’t remember any clamor – oh well, I guess Marketers hear things that others don’t.
Hey, I worked in an oil company with marketers. I still remember the amazed look on the face of one of them when I asked him how many times he had to ask his wife to marry him before she believed he was serious. His wife confirmed that he had to ask three times. She honestly thought the first two times was some kind of joke that she didn’t understand.
But he doesn’t really count. As I remember, he really didn’t like to read. Of course, that was sort of a long time ago.
Well, maybe not all that long.
Now that I think about it, I wonder if my sister had the same illness. I’m sorry that she is no longer here to ask. I’m certain it would have been an interesting answer. Whereas I was originally a music major who morphed into a history major. My sister, on the other hand, was an accounting major.
I wonder what she would have forgotten.
October 20
There's a car chase on television. (I’ll skip all questions about whether or not this is a real news story when compared to North Korea’s atomic tests – Oh, I forgot, Mr. Kim has apologized – seems the news stories imply he did mean to cause such a response. And just where does he get his advice?)
OMG, the station has a ‘car specialist’. Seems the car is old and one of the tires has blown. The talking heads were wondering whether or not this means the car will somehow cease to function. The ‘specialist’ says that old cars, are difficult to drive when there is a problem with one of the tires. (Duh!!)
He never named the model – maybe it would insult one of their advertisers.
Now, I’m beginning to ponder the requirements to become a television car specialist.
According to the chatter, this is a car theft suspect, an example of grand theft auto. (Not nearly as violent as the game of the same name, but an interesting reference, nonetheless.)
He is circling through two cities including U-turns in front of cars stopped at the red light (wouldn’t want to run it, I guess). Hey, as near as I can determine, this is typical California driving. If this is accepted, is it really an infraction?
From what one of talking heads said, this chase has been going on for about 15 minutes.
According the ‘car specialist’ the tire might not be blown. This Mensa candidate stole a car with a tiny spare on the right front. Well, of course he’s going to have problems making turns! He's driving a car with three tires and a donut! Of course he's having problems making turns. (Can you be charged with stupidity?)
Oops! Our thief just ran over a spike strip. Looks like the front tire on the driver’s side is flat. Judging from the visual versus audio, the driver is not listening to the television. he doesn't seem to know that it is an old car and should not be driven in this matter. (Love the guys in the studio.)
Oops!! Turned left and ran into a car. Cops come. Drag him out of the car. (Wasn’t his hands sticking out of the window?) Six cops join in the ‘take down’. (Will the driver be changed by the cop?)
The talking heads seem to be upset at the idea that the chase is over. So much for Breaking News.
OK, now for the questions. This guy has run any number of stop signs, don’t think he actually engaged in a high speed chase – at least not unless the camera is broadcasting in slow motion. So that can’t be a problem. But for all the other infractions, excluding the car theft, how many changes can be levied against the thief? I guess the driver should be happy that he received his 15 minutes of fame.
Does it count that his name is never mentioned?
October 15
Part of the fun of the internet, for me, is the discovery of a written record of man’s strangeness. I do not use this word lightly. Just this week there was a story about two families in Mexico that got into an argument that escalated into a shootout. When the smoke cleared there were four corpses near the subject of the argument.
The reason for this battle?
Would you believe a pothole?
Yeah, that’s right, a pothole.
It seems that one of the families closed a street in order to repair the pothole. A second family, owners of a transport business, wanted the street to remain open. Eventually, after words and blows, “the two families shot at each other using various caliber guns and a hefty AR-15 rifle”. The photograph that accompanied the story showed the pothole AFTER the repair.
We would hope that others were a little more controlled. However, I found that control can have its downside. There is a case in Spain who “kidnapped” her son four times. In three of the four times her estranged husband paid the “ransom”. Believe it or not, the fourth time, the husband became suspicious and hired a private investigator. Please note that he didn’t get “suspicious” under after he had paid 1.6 million dollars to the kidnappers.
The PI discovered the 15 year old son was also involved.
What’s with these people? The famous (or infamous, depending on your perspective) Darwin Awards gives honor to those who voluntarily remove themselves from the gene pool. There appears to be no award to those who wallow in the shallow end of the pool.
I study these stories for hints as to how these particular people and their actions typify others in their immediate families. I wonder about these things because I have some prime examples in my family. No closer than a cousin perhaps, but even that could be a little too close.
An unnamed cousin from an unidentified side of my family, on a payday, left the plant where he worked via a bus. By some mystery never completely explained, when he arrived at his stop, he had no money. Not wanting to arrive home with empty pockets, he decided to get money any way he could.
In the immediate vicinity of the bus stop he spotted a small neighborhood bar. He entered same, somehow convinced the bartender that he had a gun (whether he did or didn’t is still open to dispute), and walked away with a couple of hundred dollars.
Believe it or not, he actually got away with this particular example of malfeasance.
In this land of post-it justice, that should have been the happy ending. But NO-o-o-o, we’re talking about the shallow end of the gene pool. A few weeks after the above success, again on a payday, the selfsame cousin arrived at his bus stop with a thirst.
That’s right; he stepped into the selfsame bar to douse his dryness. Would you believe he had nerve enough to be surprised when he was identified?
Please note: unlike the existence of a gun, there was never any argument about a disguise. He didn’t have one.
Now, I ask: isn’t that enough for concern? Think about it: I’m related to this person.
So far I’m managed to escape the curse, but . . .
(Cue the scary music)
There’s always tomorrow.
(Cue maniacal laugh)
(Fade to silence)
October 08 I give up! I can no longer ignore the signs! According to the advertising, Christmas is coming.
I managed to ignore the restaurant that placed a notice (a large notice that covered the front door glass) announcing “Holiday Catering”. That appeared in September. I tried to convince myself it referenced some upcoming holiday. This was done by ignoring the little green and red circles that surrounded the word “Holiday”. It was a little more difficult in the big box store that put out decorated imitation trees in the middle of the same month. However, today I had to admit defeat. I saw an ad for one of the TV evangelists offering a small plaster (or maybe plastic) religious statute. The background music for the pitch was definitely a Christmas carol.
Each year the signs appear earlier and earlier. At the risk of insensitive blasphemy, we will soon find ourselves facing Insemination Sales somewhere in April. (I don’t think I’ll share my images of the commercials for this special pricing.)
There is a problem with backing up the Xmas sales into the early fall. We all know that little children are obligated to become almost terminally cute leading up the December 25th. I ask you, is it fair to expect a child to maintain constant cuteness for four months? Most children have trouble maintaining the image during the period between Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I think this is an unfair burden on the children who are still trying to decide what they’re going to wear for Halloween. Now they also have to decide how they will phrase their nags to get just the Christmas gift they want. How can they be expected to successfully pester their parents for more than four weeks? In fact, how can parents be expected to survive this abuse?
Now they have to keep up the barrage for the latest Elmo (which I have to admit I would like to have, but I have no one in my life to nag) or whatever the must-have toy is this year.
Of course, I have to admit I am fascinated by the things labeled as gifts. It would appear that anything that can be shoved into a box and hoisted out of the store can be considered a ‘gift’. After having spent many fun minutes watching people trying to shove 51 inch television into the back of an automobile only a marginally larger than a Miata, I think I stand on firm footing.
From what I can see, anything other than a six can package of soups or a package of pipe cleaners can be considered a ‘gift’. Because I guess I’m removed from the everyday experiences of parents, occasionally I am surprised by their particular pain during this extended holiday season. Recently I saw a commercial for what appeared to be an All Terrain Vehicle by Fisher-Price that seats two children.
Okay a quick logon and I’m looking at a page of approximately 32 choices of child sized vehicles. (http://www.fisher-price.com/us/powerwheels/) According to the chart, these little toys manage to travel between 2 and 5 miles per hour.
Hey!! Isn’t there some problem with a lack of exercise amongst our young?
Ever wonder how children grow up to be high maintenance? This list even includes a Harley-Davidson with “Realistic “Harley-Davidson” sounds”. Great! And to think I have a friend who is trying to decide if she should give a certain child a drum set for his birthday. When she asked me what I thought, I suggested she examine her friendship with the child’s parents. I know – I know, the kid could grow up to become another Buddy Rich.
Humph, I’ll bet his parents weren’t too glad when he showed up with a drum kit.,
Anyway, after all of the Kawasakis and Jeeps, at the bottom of the list, there is a pink Barbie Cadillac Escalade with “Signature Cadillac Escalade styling in an exclusive Barbie design—and it’s loaded with luxury SUV features!”
I’m not sure what “luxury SUV features” really means, but another version of the Cadillac Escalade brags that it comes with “Escalade™ styling with luxury features: real FM radio and digital clock, simulated CD player with 10 cool tunes, battery charge indicator on the dash, chrome wheels and grill and more!”
These are toys?!?!
We have come a long way from the ‘little red wagon’.
NOTE: if you’d like to see the repository where these little girls will see as one of the sources of gifts when they grow up, take a look at http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/sitelets/christmasbook/christmasbook.jhtml?RFX_Res=high
October 01 There is a definite downside to our advancing technology. We are now being forced to rethink some of our most efficient information gathering techniques. I don’t know about others, but, to me, one of the most effective means of information gathering is eavesdropping.
In a restaurant, there was a time when I could carry on a perfectly lucid discussion while listening to any conversation near to my table. It was an amazing way to observe pop culture, learn of other methods of thinking as well as generally learning how the language is being used.
Not to mention learning just how strange some people can be in public. But that is for another time.
Very little of this is possible now with the incredible popularity of the cell phone.
As an example, I was in a restaurant not long ago, reading a newspaper when I heard a male voice say “If she’s as tall as that, what’s the problem?”
In any normal situation, the other end of the conversation would be carried on by someone in the booth with the speaker. Even if I had not heard the beginning of the conversation, the other party at the table would have continued and I could have filled in the blanks. However, in this case, there was only silence. It was then that I realized that the speaker was using a cell phone and I would never know the exact nature of the problem being discussed.
With technology (i.e., the cell phone), I am now left with only one side of the conversation. It was at that moment that I realized information gathering will never be the same. I will miss some of the better conversations I have overheard. Now I am reduced to watching people walking down the street arguing with the unknown. With Bluetooth it’s even worse if the person has long hair. There was time when the people walking down the street talking to the unseen were easily labeled as mentally troubled.
On second thought, it could still be true. The only difference is the amount of ducats in the pockets.
But I digress. Back to the initial problem, I have to admit I’m still trying to determine the exact nature of the problem with the tall as you say woman. I finally decided that I lack the necessary thought process to ‘fill in the blanks’. I’m also beginning to think that part of the problem is that I was overhearing a “male-driven” conversation. The height of a woman, as seen by a woman, would cause one set of problems. Men, however, have their own way of viewing the world, as well as very tall women. Perhaps this is another case of a difference of perspective.
Note: I have a co-worker who would certain see this as a case of “male bashing”. I, on the other hand, see this as yet another example of the difference between men and women.
While the above example of the very tall woman is just the latest, I have experienced others. One of my favorites is still “If that’s the way she feels, why not just give her back to . . .He doesn’t want her back?” Another was heard in a wonderful Mexican restaurant in Monterey California: “Six kids? Well-l-l-l-l-l, that is kinda fruitful.”
(KINDA FRUITFUL???)
So there I am, filled with curiosity, without a hope of ever knowing the other side of these conversations. There was time that I could walk into (and through) a conversation and, by the time I had passed both parties, I would usually have a fairly good sense of how the exchange reached the point where I heard the first words.
Technology has denied me this advantage.
I trying to learn how to ‘fill in the blanks’, but I miss the old days when I didn’t have to work so hard.
September 28 I guess it’s fairly obvious that I’m fascinated by our language. Years ago I had an incredible professor who told us that language is a living organism that is changed with each generation. At the time it just sounded like something an adult would say to sound sage. However, I guess I’ve lived long enough to actually see the change.
One of the hardest things for me to accept is the way we move letters from one word to another.
For purposes of this writing I’m omitting the new punctuation. It seems we are replacing the lowly comma, already well over-used, with three phrases “you know”, “like” and the longer “you know what I’m saying”.
Believe it or not this notion actually started to crystallize the first time I heard the name of the Comedy Central show, The Colbert Report. The way the star pronounces the title both words have silent T’s. It seems he’s collecting them for some unspecified purpose. With that came awareness that we are saving certain letters and moving them to other words. I see it, but I have no idea why.
Apparently Americans have determined that our language has letters to spare. The primary example are the dropped the final g in words ending in ing.
For example, the letter d, when it follows the letter n, can be replaced with a second letter n. Therefore, “hundred’ becomes “hunnerd” and wonderful becomes “wonnerful”. Of course, we are not permitted to actually spell the words that way. (At least, not yet.)
NOTE: I just discovered that not only has hundred lost its first d, in some cases it loses the second one as well. I just heard the word “hunnert”
I have found at least one case where the silent letters have their use. The silent h in ghost has found its way into newer words, such as phat - as in Phat and Ugly (which, by the way, is a supreme compliment.)
I also found the missing d from wonderful. Ever heard the word bidness? As yet I haven’t located the letters missing from the original word. (The missing letters are, s and i, in case you’ve forgotten.)
However, I’m disappointed to report that I have no idea what’s being done with the million of “g”’s dropped during the last century or so. I don’t think I’d be surprised to see them come back as a word unto themselves.
Hey, I’m old enough to remember that rock classic by Major Lance titled “Um- Um- Um- Um- Um- Um”. Hey, I’m not making this up. Not only that, apparently the melody was so much fun he used it again in yet another classic titled “Mickey’s Monkey”. (Don’t even ask.)
I’m almost sorry that I can’t see into the future. Remember those spelling tests we had to take to get a job? I have a feeling that requirement will go by the wayside. As near as I can tell, students today have all they can do to learn to speak their own names. Of course, the inventive spelling could be the result of parents trained by the same educational system that now has their children trapped.
If anyone needs any other proof, try reading online conversations. I’m still confused by LOL. The translation could be either laughing out loud or lots of luck.
However, I think I have finally found the beginning of the end. And, if I understand the line, it’s an example of 21st century romantic statement:
ill be your guy...if ull be my girl
‘Nuff said?
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