Cool it Daddio!

Kids Count

Time and circumstance changes language sometimes and the meanings of words. Just as words today are being created by the use of new technologies, it was also true many years ago. A voice heard on the telephone doesn’t sound the same, it sounds “phoney.”

Remember the word hitchhiking, we used to stick one thumb up signaling that we needed a ride? The word originated when two people rode the same horse on a trip. One person would ride the horse for a distance then hitch to something and continue walking and the second person would walk until reaching the horse and then they would ride until they passed the walking person they would hitch the horse to something and keep walking.

Freelance was a mercenary soldier that would hire his lance out to anyone that could pay him. It turns out that kids were right about cooties all along. They are a form of lice and are not cool. Many very young children are acersecomic in that they have never had a haircut.

Language and words are powerful and can change people’s behaviors. One of the world’s largest trucking companies changed drivers to warehousemen and the clerical staff too craftsmen and their shipping errors decreased by 60-percent and saved the company over $250,000 a year.

While it is true that the technological world never reverses itself, I hope that the spoken word and conversation are not lost to new technologies. Maybe not tomorrow, but maybe a 100 years from now young people will lose their opportunity to construct the words and phrases that define their generation. The spritely repartee of debating a point of view, a discourse on politics or current events may be lost.

If you have observed a young person texting a new shorthand is evolving, it is brief, economical and unspoken. The words spoken between two people is so much more intimate than when texting occurs where no voice inflection, no facial expression, no eye contact and no body language enrich and complete the conversation as is the case when a face to face conversation takes place. Perhaps my words are the cautionary words spoken by adults across every generation that observed change.

Hey man, chill, like, don’t be such a bummer. Can you dig it, I knew that you could. So peace out, later.

Remember, all kids count.

Reach the writer at hurlburt@wildblue.net

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