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From the Publisher's Desk – Sometimes life gets too 'wordy' (April 29, 2015)

Words, words words. They are so important, with communication and understanding being the ultimate goal. Each year new words are added to the dictionary and some words become obsolete. Some are understood and used in certain cultures and not understood by others.
A man has been recorded spending more than three hours to pronounce what is supposedly the longest word in the English language.
‘Methionylthreonylthreonylglutaminylarginyl…isoleucine’ is the chemical name of ‘titin’ (also known as ‘connectin’) – the largest known protein. It has 189,819 letters.
I would imagine dictionary sales have dropped considerably. We have auto correct on our cell phones and computer programs. If we are unsure of how a word is spelled, Google will make suggestions and more than likely guess what our confused minds are trying to spell or say.
I am still amazed at the vast scope of the internet. Google is like a hungry animal that just keeps growing and growing and continually being fed by someone out there. No longer than it has been around, it seems everything about anything is documented and available at our fingertips from the comforts of home and a laptop or cell phone.
I always enjoyed “Spelling” class in elementary school. I have heard that spelling is at risk of being taken out of schools. I know cursive handwriting is at risk of being omitted. Personally, I find that a bit scary.
But, I can’t remember the last time I actually handwrote a letter. Email or texting is much quicker and doesn’t require a stamp. About the only time I get to sign my name is when I use one of those oversized writing tools at the checkout counters in stores where I use my debit or credit card.
What amazes me is that I am going to be held accountable for the money taken from my account with a signature that I wouldn’t even recognize. Let those handwriting experts come in and analyze that.
Here at this newspaper we have our own language. You have to learn to speak Erwin Recordian. It is a unique language all in itself. We get so accustomed to our own humor and often forget when we go back out into the real world.
Keeli Parkey and I work beside each other in one part of the building. She and I will usually come in on Monday and reference some witty comment we made to a friend or family member over the weekend. The problem was the person we shared with just stared and didn’t get it. The wit was a wasted moment that we each knew would have a been a homerun around someone in the office.
It seems simple, but how did I get from not knowing any words at birth to writing a column now? It is the same with all humans. We start with a clean slate and learn our accent and dialect from our surroundings. I have been on trips before where people asked me to “Say something.” They then call their friends into the conversation and say “Listen to this. Now say something.”
I didn’t know I was such an oddity. Can I make money from this? I will just travel around the northern part of the U.S. and “Say something.”
When we can’t come up with the right words, we turn to cards. Cards say so much or nothing at all. It depends on whether you want to personalize them yourself or let Hallmark say it for you.
I love to find cards that just fit the person or the situation. Lots of times the larger cards are very decorative on the outside but can have little to say on the inside. Those usually come with a big price to pay listed on the back side.
Some people don’t get very sentimental in person, so they try to go with the basic card that says just enough. I always like the deeper meanings and longer verses, that leave me only room to sign my name.
I always call my mother “mom,” so that limits my selection. I have a special person I consider and call my step-dad but those cards almost don’t exist. I never used the terms “aunt” or “uncle” so I get generic or “friend” cards when buying for that cause.
Maybe I should just write my own card, after all, my life seems to revolve around words whether it is writing this column, proofing the newspaper before printing or typing reports to explain good and bad performance with the financial aspect of this business.
I recently visited the card section of a local store and was overwhelmed. Why do I wait until the last minute to find the perfect card among dozens? I should take an hour or two some day and read and buy all of the cards I think I will need for a year. I should also get some generic ones as well. That way I will be prepared and not have to start from scratch each time to read through the entire selection at the store and wonder if that was the one I got them last year.
One particular card which did stand out to me was a depiction of Jesus holding up fish and bread, with a crowd looking on. One says “I can’t eat that. I’m a vegan.” Another asks “Has that fish been tested for mercury?”. The third man asks “Is that bread gluten-free?”.
It reminded me that we have gotten so much more complicated and harder to please. I feel like those who were fed by Jesus were just happy to get it. I guess we might be better off keeping some thoughts and words to ourselves.