A WORD ON “LANGUAGE”
It’s tough to write a blog, I have found. This is because you are trying to be as authentic to yourself as possible. You are also trying to please people – somewhat (at least, I am). You are thinking of your more conservative friends … maybe some family (as in, “wow, should I really write about my opinions about the female orgasm in American sexual education” – not that there is such a thing … and not that there should be such an example. See, we are already in trouble. Is my post already compromised because I am trying to convey more of a “Fight Club” sort of edge – but I am only really “allowed” to call it “Poo Poo” and “Pee Pee?”
I am Thirty-Four, by the way.
So what do you do when you can’t say the “F-word,” the “S-word …” and even … well, that … OTHER … ONE
Why have body functions become so taboo that they’re curse words anyway?
I guess I’m also trying to “protect” the kiddos, who may follow a link to my blog while reading family mail.
Muses … You should probably take the link to the blog off of the email signature, but you are prideful … and refer to yourself in the third person …
Pasting everything behind a cut solves all these problems – and absolves one by placing responsibility squarely on the reader. Because there’s a difference between giving offense and someone taking offense. It’s just one of the many services “we” provide.
2008/8/1 – #1.
WHAT DOES “inside-the-denise-brain” mean?
“inside-the-denise-brain” was my first email address. As in “inside-the-denise-brain@mail.utexas.edu.” I didn’t really understand what an email address was supposed to be … so I had to “make do” with what my imagination was telling me. I didn’t understand computers really, or the internet. I was in the music lab, struggling to learn Finale (the music writing software); because I was getting hand-cramp from stupid longhand dumb notation (urrrrrgghhh-growl). I thought I might like to talk to someone. The last thing I really remembered about programming was Mr. Bojangles – on TI Basic. On those computers that you used to stick cartridges into so that we could play ‘Hunt the Wumpus [SEE Nostalgia links].’ So sue me …
