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.