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Loving Language

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(Image Source: http://www.posttypography.com/illustration/language-changed-by-the-internet/ with original credit due the New York Times)

I love this picture, the fingerprints erasing and expanding, reshaping and redefining, demonstrating that the very act of engaging with language changes the very shape of language.

I love language.

I love the bumps and curves of it as it scrolls across the page, the letters forming symbols like stones, piling one upon another, creating a castle, brick by beautiful brick, that is so much larger than the sum of its parts.  Whether it’s great writing or great oratory (a product, I may add, of great writing), language, in all its various symbols, is something to be celebrated, encouraged, and discussed.

I love language.

I love its ambiguity and its specificity, as vast a distance as between Pluto and the Sun, the reach between the two containing worlds, moons, and stars of nuance. I love that some words are more solid than others, more fixed in the sky–to the naked eye–at any rate–while some are more fluid, freezing or flowing based on outside forces, like societal pressure, or internal forces, like impassioned beliefs. I love that the same words, the same symbols, can depict the rise and fall of resounding success and bewildering defeat. I love that common words, with simpler meaning in one language, can hold depths of nuance in another, containing, within a tiny sphere, both sameness and difference. I love that the gap between specificity and ambiguity creates a space for interpretation, for debate, for the free exchange of ideas–all of which are formed by words.

One of my favorite sayings is one attributed to Mark Twain. “The difference between the right word and the almost- right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.”

I love language. I love its cadence, its alliteration, its dual meaning.  And I really, really love puns. Especially when they’re groaners.

I love language.

As I sift through the Supreme Court’s decision on Obergefell v. Hodges, (the decision which can be read here) I find myself wondering: why haven’t I done this before?  Why have I not read legal decisions before, especially those handed down by the highest court in the United States of America? It’s fascinating stuff, filled with all the beauty of language I so love. I haven’t finished all of the dissents yet.  My habit of taking notes, googling definitions, and reading peripheral information (i.e., cited cases)–a holdover from my undergrad years–is making it a bit slow. I probably should have read the judgment in its entirety first: I’ve heard I’m in for a joy-ride of gobbly-gook in Justice Scalia’s dissent. I especially love gobbly-gook. From Whedonesque language (i.e., the “Buffy Years,” which were preceded by the “Firefly months”) e.g., the manipulation of nouns into adjectives and adverbs, verbs into nouns, etc. to the sheer linguistic acrobatics of Tom Robbins, I love gobbly-gook.

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Relapse and Resurrection: The Fall and Rise of the Addicted and Mentally Ill

How perfect for Easter Sunday: Please–if you have addiction or mental illness, if you have a friend or family member who suffers from addiction or mental illness, if you work in mental health or are just open to seeing the world through new eyes–READ THIS.

There is hope. Recovery is possible. Some of the most brilliant people I know have addictions and mental illness. It doesn’t change the fact that they are awesome people. Their behavior may be terrible; I am not discounting the distance that may be needed in loving them from afar, but they are people, and fall within the category of “one another” whom Christ commanded His followers to love.

“A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another.” John 13:34

Memory Lane

His eyes did funny things when they were pointed in my direction. They squinted, then widened, his almost indiscernible irises flashing. I had never before, or have been since, looked at in such a way.

It made me nervous and I stuffed my hands in my coat pockets, fidgeting out of sight.

And then he smiled, and everything I had ever been afraid of just fell away.

He wrapped his arms around me, and the women laughed in the background. “Now, there’s a greeting!” one said, an older lady in an Ohio State sweatshirt.

We went to the bookstore, and enjoyed coffee while he mocked me. “The end of the world could be happening, and you’d be right there, writing in your journal,” he said. “It is the end of the world and I’m here, drinking coffee with you,” I countered. My hands were back to shaking, and I spilled a bit of the coffee. Without my notice, I had been clenching the cup just a bit too tightly.

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Crazy Love

Sherry and Owen are amazingly beautiful people. Two more beautiful people, in fact, I’d be hard pressed to find.

They are such lovely, giving, inspiring people, and I’m so blessed to have met both of them. They’ve been married for as long as I’ve been alive, and their marriage is an awe-inspiring thing.

I really don’t have words to say what I’m looking to say, so I have this. It’s not Van by himself, but I figure if you have to do a duet, Ray Charles isn’t too shabby a partner.

I love you both, and have no words, so I’ll just listen.