One topic per blog
My aquatic therapy instructor and I both have iPhones; which allow us to text each other. That allows me to ask questions without distracting her from another client.
Except it became more than that, the bane of a liberal-arts college-grad — me — prone to excess verbiage. I can recite Shakespeare’s 116th sonnet from memory, but the microwaves in my supermarket Market-Café are beyond comprehension.
Occasionally I delete from our long text-strings, and perhaps 95% is ME. Which is fine pertaining to her, but that indicates I’m saying too much.
Worse yet are texts I regret sending. They’re like e-mail; I can’t get ‘em back. I can retract published blogs, but not e-mail or text.
The average person can’t handle a torrent of verbiage. I get such torrents occasionally from a guy I went to college with, and enjoy reading ’em. 500+ words on average. Delicious for me, but overkill for most.
I think he enjoyed my calling our get-together at our 50-year college reunion “A Conclave of Heathens.” Our college was religious, and we weren’t.
My texts are always too long. Occasionally that instructor sends a text of similar length, but more often I say “you actually read all that?” referring to a previous text from me.
I recently instituted limitations to my word-generation:
—1) No more than one topic per text.
—2) If it doesn’t pertain to aquatic therapy, don’t send it. Shooting-the-breeze is best done face-to-face, or not at all. It’s not fair to lob excess verbiage at that lady.
—3) It’s text, man; not “War and Peace.” The fewer words the better = cut-cut-cut!
I use voice-recognition, then edit. “You don’t need that” = ZAPP!
My text-app makes suggestions. Often they’re only one word.
Engage old Mighty-Mezz rule: “Keep it short.”
The fact my aquacise instructor is not a word-geek is not depressing. (Maybe she is.....) She’s a nice lady, a pleasant offset to my word-geek college friend, who I also enjoy.
She’s also an easy-smiler, and I wish I could be. That’s another story. One topic per blog.
• “Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds. Or bends with the remover to remove. O NO! It is an ever-fixed mark; That looks on tempests, and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.” —Opening lines of Shakespeare’s 116th sonnet.
• The “Mighty Mezz” is the Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper, from where I retired almost 13 years ago. Best job I ever had — I was employed there almost 10 years — over 11 if you count my time as a post-stroke unpaid intern. (I had a heart-defect caused stroke October 26th, 1993, from which I recovered fairly well. That defect was repaired.)
Except it became more than that, the bane of a liberal-arts college-grad — me — prone to excess verbiage. I can recite Shakespeare’s 116th sonnet from memory, but the microwaves in my supermarket Market-Café are beyond comprehension.
Occasionally I delete from our long text-strings, and perhaps 95% is ME. Which is fine pertaining to her, but that indicates I’m saying too much.
Worse yet are texts I regret sending. They’re like e-mail; I can’t get ‘em back. I can retract published blogs, but not e-mail or text.
The average person can’t handle a torrent of verbiage. I get such torrents occasionally from a guy I went to college with, and enjoy reading ’em. 500+ words on average. Delicious for me, but overkill for most.
I think he enjoyed my calling our get-together at our 50-year college reunion “A Conclave of Heathens.” Our college was religious, and we weren’t.
My texts are always too long. Occasionally that instructor sends a text of similar length, but more often I say “you actually read all that?” referring to a previous text from me.
I recently instituted limitations to my word-generation:
—1) No more than one topic per text.
—2) If it doesn’t pertain to aquatic therapy, don’t send it. Shooting-the-breeze is best done face-to-face, or not at all. It’s not fair to lob excess verbiage at that lady.
—3) It’s text, man; not “War and Peace.” The fewer words the better = cut-cut-cut!
I use voice-recognition, then edit. “You don’t need that” = ZAPP!
My text-app makes suggestions. Often they’re only one word.
Engage old Mighty-Mezz rule: “Keep it short.”
The fact my aquacise instructor is not a word-geek is not depressing. (Maybe she is.....) She’s a nice lady, a pleasant offset to my word-geek college friend, who I also enjoy.
She’s also an easy-smiler, and I wish I could be. That’s another story. One topic per blog.
• “Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds. Or bends with the remover to remove. O NO! It is an ever-fixed mark; That looks on tempests, and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.” —Opening lines of Shakespeare’s 116th sonnet.
• The “Mighty Mezz” is the Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper, from where I retired almost 13 years ago. Best job I ever had — I was employed there almost 10 years — over 11 if you count my time as a post-stroke unpaid intern. (I had a heart-defect caused stroke October 26th, 1993, from which I recovered fairly well. That defect was repaired.)
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