Cali, San Fran, J Lo, P Diddy? What the hell? What’s with
the abbreviations? Can't we just say the damn word?
"Hey, congrats bro, happy b-day! How's San Fran? Is
Cali cool, or what?” Are we so lazy that we can't simply say
"Congratulations?" Say that crap to me and you’re likely to get an
abbreviated punch in the nose.
Until his passing in 1997, the great Herb Caen shot down anyone
that used "San Fran" instead of San Francisco. If he were
around today he would have a lot of shooting down to do as “San Fran” seems to
have become the standard reference. Watch any ESPN broadcast, and if they
get around to saying something about the west coast, Ken or Barbie will
invariably refer to our city as "San Fran" which drives me
crazy. There is no such place as San Fran. Never has been, never will be.
Words, language, description, phrasing — all are under attack by
the infiltration of social media. It started with those pre-teens who
created a new language in the confined space of their flip phones. Then Twitter
came along and limited us to 140 characters. Otherwise little negative red
numbers show up and cut you off.
I know 140 characters, I’ve served with 140 characters, and you,
Senator Twitter, are not one of them.
Where does it end? Refrigeration made humans far more
susceptible to food poisoning, changing the course of physical
evolution. Will the impact of social media be another example of social
evolution directing physical evolution? Will our brains recede like our
hairlines? Flattened, barren wastelands where texture and meaning once flowed
through our synapses like a lover's fingers through our once lustrous locks?
I say fuck off abbreviated vocabulary! Take your
San Fran, Cali and IDK, and stick it up your arse where the sun don't shine!
Now doesn't that sound a lot better than SIUYAWTSDS?
Note: With thanks to my late, great friend Robert
Cook, who frequently told me where to stick it in many different and creative
ways. RIP bro.
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