Kara said she needed to talk to somebody. I guess she was just being methodical deciding who it was she’d talk to?
What’s nice, of course, is that the last person she decided to talk to is an expert in such things, and had wine. It would have been difficult on Kara to have to circle back to someone else as the best choice.
Or start talking to utter strangers, hoping that they had wine. THOSE conversations get weird.
I doubt that Bro-Speak or Dude-Speak are actual dialects. Maybe they qualify as Pidgins? It’s been a while since I did any reading on such stuff.
If I remember right, though, a Pidgin can develop into a Dialect, given time and restricted outside influence.
So, somewhere in the Baja peninsula, there may be a small group of dudes who are building up a Bro-speak that will one day be discovered by Etymologists who will be both gleeful to have discovered it, and wildly disappointed that any human beings can communicate via a language that’s been truncated to the point where it employs only seventeen words.
…Twelve of which would be either general exclamations or adjectives, depending on context. The paper the Etymologists publish would be “Gnar.”
I guess I telegraphed this a little too plainly, but here it is…
Sound familiar?
You every have one of those conversations? I have two friends that I have trouble talking to. They’re people I respect and admire, but I’m just not as quick as they are, conversationally. I always feel like we’re not having the same conversation as each other are trying to conduct- and I’m the stupid one bogging down the conversation.
One is the guy I took over The Buckets from. I’m usually on top of conversation, but he seems to be three steps ahead of me when we talk. It’s like I’m an idiot.
The other guy is a cartoonist that lives in my brother’s town on the other side of the country. I always feel like I’m not paying attention when we talk- that’s how fast his mind works. I’m left standing there, wondering how I lost track.
Amazing cartoonists, amazing guys… and here I am, dawdling along with Hubris, which normally I’m pretty proud of. I talk to those two guys just for a random conversation, and I feel abs0lutely stupid.
It’s like we’re not having the same conversation.
I think Mr. Biner would have toasted “To Not Hubris” given the chance. But he wouldn’t have been happy about it.
You ever do that? Finish a conversation you were having earlier by just dragging it into the next conversation?
Yeaaaah. Me neither.
Well, here we are again with my favorite aphorism: “It’s the assumptions you don’t know you’re making that do you the most harm.”
That gem was distilled down from a whole paragraph that Douglas Adams (usually more succinct when it came to brilliant observation) wrote in his book “Last Chance To See”. I don’t know if the book is still in print. But if you find any in a book store, buy a few of them. Read one of them, and then you’ll be glad to have the others to loan and give as gifts. That’s my advice. The book’s a little dated. Some of the creatures that Douglas and Mark Carwardine went to see are no longer extant- White Rhinos, for instance. Yangtse Dolphins for another. But the point remains that the book is entertaining, informative and as with any of Douglas Adams’ writing- hilarious.
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