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Somehow I don’t think so.
I was reading the Sunday Times dated 25th May, and was disgusted- no, horrified- to read an article, which claimed that sending text messages can actually improve child literacy. The article says that a professor of linguistics, Professor David Crystal, said that child literacy can be improved by texting “because of the imaginative abbreviations needed”. Later on in the article, Professor Crystal himself is quoted as saying,
They do not actually use that many [abbreviations] in texts but when they do they are using them in new, playful and imaginative ways that benefit literacy.
I’m sorry, but I honestly don’t see how that could possibly help children. Surely by encouraging them to write ALL text messages using full and correct grammar would be more appropriate. However, when reading yet further into the article, I discovered that all hope is not lost, and that there are some people who are seeing sense. John Humphrys, who I have a great deal of respect for already, is quoted as saying that text messagers are
vandals who are doing to our language what Genghis Khan did to his neighbours 800 years ago.
And yes, so maybe that says something about me too, and the majority of the rest of the people in my generation, but in all fairness, most of the people I know do not text using abbreviations, but simply use it as a means of communication. And besides, at least Humphrys seems to be making a great deal more sense than Crystal.
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I’m probably going to use today to catch up on all of the blog entries I should have posted ages ago. However, this may have to spread out over a few days as I begin to remember all of them. This is why I should stop being lazy. I’ll probably also be updating categories/ links etc, so lots of fun stuff to be looking forward to. Maybe.
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I originally posted this as a MySpace bulletin, after I had to cut my belt off, post-crisis. (It broke while I was wearing it and I couldn’t get it off).
Goodbye belt, although our relationship was only a short one, it was as loving as any relationship can be. I’ll always remember how you prevented my jeans from falling down, which allowed me to avoid my underwear being on show on numerous occasions. I will dearly miss you, and want you to know that you will always be one of my favourite belts, and hope you will forgive me for the terrible thing I did to you. I had no other choice, as an eternity stuck in the same pair of jeans all the time was not an appealing one.
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Today I decided to use my Veet in-shower hair removal cream again. However, when I went to remove it, I started bleeding! It made me bleed! You are supposed to wait 72 hours in between uses, and technically I could have used it on saturday, so it’s not like I used it too often or anything. I guess it might just be that I cut myself with the sponge, because it is quite rough, but it went all rashy too. How odd. Never mind.
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Her scent lingered in the air. He inhaled deeply. He could almost still feel her hand on his, although by now she was long gone. Still, he could not quite bring himself to move, in case it somehow destroyed the reality of their meeting. Forget it. She doesn’t care. You know she doesn’t. Indeed, that would appear to be the case. There had been nothing behind her eyes that day. No glimmer, no hint of feelings of love or passion. No suggestion of her even wanting to see him again. But there was something in her touch, something in the way she smiled when she said goodbye, that suggested maybe he did have a chance.
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You see, every now and then you reach a point where you think that maybe things are going to get better soon, and everything won’t seem so pointless. Then you realise how ridiculous that thought was, and that nothing is ever going to change.
