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Cursive — foiled again

Remember cursive?  It happened in 2nd grade.  I don’t know what the deal is now.  Then, it was this pencil with lead the size of some huge pasta with a funny name and a barrel the size of a cigar.  The paper was ugly yellow with one line the size of two.   We did our “exercises” consisting of pages of  O’s and / linked together.  We swirled and slashed ad nauseum.  The boys hated it.  The girls excelled.  Yeah, we were sexist at a very early age.

I did and do cursive poorly.  Except for an illegible signature, everything got printed by my hand over the years.  It was decried by many purists who referenced the beauty and elegance of the past.  Time brought about computers, email and more for the purist to complain about.

The complaint transitioned into our becoming a new breed — maybe Homo Momentus. We were accused of having the attention span of an ant.  Some said that was excessively denigrating to ants.  The Internet was the source of all ills, they claimed.

Their accusations seem to be getting more defensible.  Blogging has descended from paragraph to tweet.  Shakespeare might not have gotten great press either if he’d been limited to 120 character or whatever.

I’ll give you an example.  There was this Otis guy.  Damn fine writer.  He’d sneak into Brad’s house and write these blog thingies.  He and the New York Times Style Guide could really kick sand in my blogging face.  In blogging terms he was a regular and offered a point of view that was often different from mine.  That was good.  I was richer for it.

What happened?  This:

Brad Willis
_otis_Brad Willis
The Honda Pilot “Crazy Train” commercial may have convinced me to buy another one. Pruis take note: No more PEOPLE PUPPETS.
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Brad Willis
_otis_Brad Willis
Today: Wake. Drive. Run. Almost-Vomit. Win. Lose. Eat. Drink. Eat. Drink. Think. Drink. Laugh. Laugh. Smile. Smile. Laugh. Laugh. Love……

2 Oct

When I try to follow those tweeters, I understand what the dyslexic must go through.  My mind becomes disjointed.  It sees the moment superseding flow and elegance. It is like they are writing in a secret code and I don’t have a decoder ring.  I wonder where that Otis guy went.  Makes me sad.  I think that Brad guy must have started locking the back door.

 

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  1. October 3rd, 2011 at 08:24 | #1

    I heartily agree.  Not only are the snippets a pain they vanish so quickly and aren’t available when not at a computer unless you set your phone to follow a bajillion different people and if only a few of them are prolific, such as a Dawn Summers when the Pats are playing, then you will spend 98% of your time checking messages.  Tweets are good for quick updates in youtr travels but it’s nice to get the whole story in one piece at some point in time.  BTW, the nuns hated me in grade school, i brought the whole curve in cursive crashing down

  2. October 3rd, 2011 at 08:34 | #2

    LOL, I attended a parochial school of the German Lutheran flavor.  They could give a ruler wielding nun a run for her money/soul. 
     
     
     

  3. Very Josie
    October 3rd, 2011 at 09:24 | #3

    I excelled at cursive obv, but it ended up being a curse.  The teacher used to make me “help” the pathetic writers and I was stuck with Billy Bogan who smelled.  In the end I just wrote the cursive for him to end the pain.

  4. Very Josie
    October 3rd, 2011 at 09:24 | #4

    And not for nothing…the teacher couldn’t improve his cursive yet I was supposed to?!?

  5. October 3rd, 2011 at 10:10 | #5

    Thank you for helping confirm the sexist component.

  6. October 3rd, 2011 at 13:24 | #6

    I need to thank that with it dude, Otis.
    Search engine garnered 10 page hits on the Honda commercial.  LOL

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