and she speaks

every now and again i make the mistake of thinking, really, really thinking about language and the act of communication. particularly speech.

doing this too often tends to make my head come close to explosion.

i mean, when you stop to consider how many things must be coordinated in order to say something, it makes you wonder what on earth ever possessed us to give it a try. you're coordinating your jaw, your tongue, your lungs, your diaphragm, to say nothing of your brain...it really would have been much easier if we'd just stuck with monosyllabic grunts and pointing.

but not nearly as much fun, i suppose. we wouldn't have nearly as many opportunities to misunderstand each other, and then where would romantic comedies come from?

here's to our incredibly ambitious ancestors who first attempted to put their thoughts into words!

huzzah for language, that most complicated of endeavors!

you know, i keep telling myself that i'm going to go to this dance class tonight, but i get the very distinct feeling that i'm not. lazy git! i just want to go home and play my guitar and eat avocados and peanuts...which leads me to believe that i'm having a serious vitamin a deficiency. hm.