Mail

Upon returning from work today, I checked my mailbox, only to find a half-full bottle of vodka.

I’m happy that the mailman delivered alcohol, but wish he/she could learn to lay off the sauce. Next time deliver it full, please. 

Can Native Speakers of a Language Make Mistakes?

andreaallen:

hot4discourse:

is a 1961 speech by Allen Walker Read - he decides that “No” they cannot - and I can’t find it anywhere online. Can anyone help me find a copy? He also discovered that OK comes from the misspelling and abbreviation craze of newspapers during the 1830’s (all correct became Oll Korrect which became OK). This stuff blows my mind.

Cool! I just posted something similar about all words being “real” words.

 That’s the reason why AP style calls for OK to be spelled “OK” rather than “okay.” I’m sort of proud that I already knew this.

katiea:

Today I found my old diary I started writing in when I was a sophomore in high school. The first line was “This is a really nice journal and I’m going to try to write in it as often as possible.” I only had about twenty entries in it, the last one being the first day I started college. ”I already hate my roommate and secretly plan on transferring to WSU at semester.”

A lot of what I’d written didn’t seem like it came from me at all. Josh was asleep on my loveseat when I picked it up and I soon became weary of waking him with how much I was laughing. Every time I wrote in it I seemed to be very angry, or at least thought I was. 

 I love/hate reading my old “diaries”. It’s always interesting to go back in time, in a way, and see how I was feeling/thinking at any given point in my life. Although, it’s usually very depressing/embarrassing/hilarious, because I also almost never wrote when I was feeling anything but angry.

weeblow:

sweett:

an intermediate scout. somewhere between boy scouts and cub scouts.

did anyone else know this?

I did! I was a boy scout myself. That’s right. A boy scout, not a girl scout.

Langston's dream

Andrea threw a bucket of water all over his floor, because it would be hilarious. Langston did not think it was hilarious. A fight insued.

I don’t know where Langston would get the idea that Andrea would think something like that is hilarious.

Message

I missed your call tonight 
while I was busy writing.
Hadn’t heard your voice in
weeks, not since you were last
too busy to answer. I told
myself that’s why I saved
your message. I told myself
that so I could make it
a poem. After pressing nine
and pound to save, I held
the phone for a moment,
dramatic pause,
wanting to think about what
I’d say it meant to me. Instead,
I thought about what it did
mean, actually, how content
was no concern to me, and felt
ashamed, writing life as
I lived it. I decided not to
make it poetry, thought
of Anne and Sylvia, writing
their lives up to their own
ends, and me, making living
an art, like everything else.
I wrote this poem in my head
as I decided not to. Wrote it so
a long time from now I might
know what I meant.