Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Failure to Communicate

It's not a profound observation to point out that words are imperfect representations thoughts. You can't exchange information with another person in the pure way that your brain communicates with your hand. Words are mere facts...pointing to a truth. They are fungible, subject to fashion, ignorance, internal censor, ironic use, poetic impulse, the insanity of the speaker and emotional damage of the listener...etc.

Recently I read a review of a Feminist work described, by the reviewer, as "seminal." Light a candle for the ragged intern of that publication tasked with reading letters to the editor.


Yesterday, on the itunes, I downloaded IZZO (H.O.V.A.) by Jay Z.* A song that is as infectiously ballin' as it is impossible to embed in a blog post. A song that goes a long way to demonstrate why people are willing (just barely) to put up with Kanye West's antics, the undeniable greatness of I Want You Back by the Jackson 5 and how JAY Z can almost get away with referring to himself as the Jayhova of mc's.

It's also a perfect example of how quickly communication can devolve into nonsense. I'm not talking about how he didn't "beat them charges like Rocky."...Rocky didn't settle out of court...that's just a fib.

"Niggaz akin like I sold you crack
Like I told you sell drugs
No.
Hove did that
So hopefully you won..."

Stop right there. Let's back that up...

Niggaz have suggested that Jay Z sold us crack...that he told us to sell crack.
He says no...I haven't said that. He says what happened was that he sold crack so we wouldn't have to.

So he did sell us crack then?

Then there's Martha, clerical abbreviations and technology.

Yesterday while I was trying to sell some fried green beans in a bowling alley my phone buzzed...a text from Martha.

"Was place you had oral sx 
right down street from 
dentist in place that used
to be two story house?"

Let's just say it wasn't immediately apparent to me that she was referencing a root canal I had in dental clinic that's in a swanky converted two story home.

*I own the Blueprint...but I cannot get the idiot pc to communicate with my phone.






11 comments:

  1. minding my own business listening to Sam Crain, Jason Isabell, stuff they label 'Americana' ....my Spotify is confused as switched to Jay Z and now in a rabbit hole of Jay z, and Kayne. Mr West remains the only rap artist I have seen live, he is a giant pain in the arse but he put on one hell of a show.

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    1. Poor misunderstood Kanye.

      It's been years since jay z did anything that I thought was essential but, for a while...he was lights out and there must be hours of it.

      Jigga what?

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  2. Oh man oh man, I hope the reviewer did that on purpose.

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    1. I'm not trying to suggest that there is a humorless element among the feminists but, there is a humorless element among the feminists.

      I don't even know how I got on it. There are a few feminist blogs I'll read but, they are of the radfem, all piv is rape, separatist, heterosexuality is not natural type. I don't want to hear complaints about victim blaming...I want to be transported to another planet.

      This was just the runofthemill, a woman is not an unlocked house, site.

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    2. There's a humourless element among the everybodies.

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    3. True..and it's the first sign that the the's are an enemy of humanity but, there is a particularly nasty streak embedded in Identity Politics. It's obsession with language and deconstruction is attractive to puritanical personalities. They'd make great hard-shell Calvinists...some of 'em.

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  3. Snoop Dog is coming to town and you devote a blog post to Jay Z?

    And Big Pimpin' used to be the jam!

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    1. Who is this?

      Keep that Lean up in my cup!

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  4. I just want to know the back story to Martha's text.

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  5. Well it's not very titlating ..because of our fabulous new health care laws, we're getting the anal sx from the state. So we've been shifting things around...squirming really. In the process we discovered that I had dental insurance with my employer. Our dentist has started the process for getting Martha reimbursed as I was on her insurance...mighty nice of them...they needed to know who did the root canal.

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    1. The really interesting twist is that I was in Hattiesburg when I got the oral sx text...but Martha or adamparsons will have to elaborate...as both of them find my predicaments in Hattiesburg so hilarious.

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