jackofallgeeks | Communication

So, I was reading Megan's Most Recent Post, and thought I might post something on communication. Sadly, I'm not sure what I have to say on the subject. How absolutely appropriate.

I love language. It's actually an odd phenomenon if I think about it long enough. Both Leslie and Gene - two pewople I have known for a great length of time - seem fascinated with Language. My brother Josh also takes an interest, mostly in 'dead' languages like latin, greek, and french. looking around my current circle of friends, Beth, Rae, and Tara are all interested enough in Language to study it in depth.

Somehow, I think my love of language is similar to all of theirs and yet... different. Estranged, in a way I can't explain, only that I feel I don't wrap my mind around it the same way they do. It may seem obvious, and the difference may be impossible to find, but I'm interested in language insofar as it it communicates. As I mentioned to Hexxy in a comment on Leslie's Journal, I don't care so much WHAT terms you use, so long as they are defined precisely and used consistantly.

I admire a number of my friends, Nifer, Louis, and Rachel, because of the way they seem to be able to communicate. Nifer, as you may know, conveys meaning in her writing (especially her lyrics) in ways I can only hope to emulate. I'm afraid my praise comes too often for it to be taken seriously, but Louis seems to have a way of conveying thought that I don't believe I could touch if I tried. Rachel has Theatre, which I admire in general, but it is also another form of communication which I do not possess.

I've rather lost my train of thought due to exhaustion. Let's see if I can finish up my last few points.

Firstly, Megan said something about not opening up. I, myself, have learned that I like to tralk, and have realized on occation that I have a tendancy, especially when I feel really comfortable, to pick up a conversation and run with it. I talk too much. Infact, I'm quite confident that I would tell my life story to anyone willing to listen. I think that might say something about me.

It occures to me that I find deep significance where other likely do not. I find profound statements in ordinary comments, made in passing. "Art requires contrast," for example, I saw sometime today and it just jumped out at me as strikingly meaningful, in scopes well beyond simply the artistic.

All today I was itching for a little verbal sparing, some intellectual combat if you will. Just a little back and forth play with someone on some subject or another. I would perhaps approach Kincaid, except that I fear she could quite succinctly shred me to ribbons. I suppose I admire her ability to communicate as well.

I hate it when I have a great inspiration for posting, and then my brain starts shutting down half-way through.
I know I have alot more to say, I just can't think of how to say it.
How absolutely appropriate.

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i enjoyed your last 'sparing' on surichan's post. i myself am a fan of language but of the 'unproper' type. i love to listen to local dialects and see what parts get dropped and re-arranged. my own language use is kinda jumbled and flowing, i let words and ideas fall how they may. it's also great fun to take things out of context thus making them mean all sorts of things.

"but Louis seems to have a way of conveying thought"
thanks, cosidering my vocabluary is that of a 8th grader, that means a lot to me :).

"I hate it when I have a great inspiration for posting, and then my brain starts shutting down half-way through. " I know that feeling all to well my friend!

" I talk too much"
not true, you just think you do because you always listen to yourself

"I'm quite confident that I would tell my life story to anyone willing to listen"\
very true, but its a good story.

"All today I was itching for a little verbal sparing, some intellectual combat if you will. Just a little back and forth play with someone on some subject or another. I would perhaps approach Kincaid, except that I fear she could quite succinctly shred me to ribbons. I suppose I admire her ability to communicate as well."
I find that when I get n that mood, pickles have very interesting tales to tell....

I hate it when I have a great inspiration for posting, and then my brain starts shutting down half-way through.
I know I have alot mnore to say, I just can't think of how to say it.

Thats exactly what happened to me last night. Its so absolutely frustrating... but for me it seems that when I try to write an inspired entry, my mind begins to consider so many things at once that my fingers simply cannot keep up, so then it just all becomes too hard to translate into writing and I just give up.

Infact, I'm quite confident that I would tell my life story to anyone willing to listen. I think that might say something about me.

I don't do this as much anymore, but I used to have a stronger habit of it. Now I check what I say to newly met people... except for occasionally when I just feel like I need someone to release all my thoughts on and suddenly I'll be spilling everything. Its so much easier to release troubling life issues upon complete strangers, than it is to friends sometimes.

Conrad, (my coworker out in CA), for instance, is such a case. Only a couple of months into working with him, I go in one night and its just us in the store. The day before I had found out that I was suddenly an aunt of two twins whose mother was a woman that our family has rather bad history with. This isn't normally something you simply release upon people, since a person is taught that such personal family issues are meant to be kept private. Yet I hadn't heard from any of my close friends in a while and felt like there weren't many people I could talk to about it and other things that were bugging me, so that night at work I just suddenly let it all out on him. Luckily he didn't judge me or my family, and since then he's become one of my most trusted confidantes. That far away friend that I know I can give an earful to whenever I need someone to listen to me. So I suppose he taught me that there are people out there that a person can trust... but it hasn't really changed my general attitude of staying tight-lipped most of the time.

As for the rest of your post, (the quote at the top, provided by the loverly Bowie Gawd ^_^, is for your meaningful enjoyment. ) I agree with the strong interest in language. Ever since I had my exchange to Japan, when I came home, I kept studying our own language more strongly (not that its improved my grammar) and basically attempted to see it from a foreigner's point of view. It led to me noticing some rather ridiculous habits of speech, as well as further developing my interest in general towards human communication. Why we feel the need to do it. Why sight and touch isn't enough for us. There are so many useless courtesy phrases we go through each day, (How are you?... Bad. ... I didn't really want that answer. I was expecting a "Good" even if it wasn't true.) and yet they're so familiar that when they do not come, I feel as though some horrible breach in etiquette has been performed.

Fun, I'm babbling. But not making any sense, so I'll leave now. ^_^;;

All today I was itching for a little verbal sparing, some intellectual combat if you will. Just a little back and forth play with someone on some subject or another. I would perhaps approach Kincaid, except that I fear she could quite succinctly shred me to ribbons. I suppose I admire her ability to communicate as well.

Are you saying that you don't like to spar verbally with people who you do not feel superior to in this respect?

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