I had been thinking about writing in an anonymous blog again, but spent too much time unable to decide on a sufficient name. Then I noticed two phrases on the cover of an AARP magazine with Cyndi Lauper pictured on the front. These phrases were, of course, names of different articles. Being in my morning state somewhere between consciousness and REM, these titles with one above the other read a grammatical but semantically absurd sentence: “Real Possibilities Can’t Sleep.”
I am a type of linguist and I will not be explicit about my real world occupational title. Therefore, it is safe to assume that I am aware of supposed “Standard English.” There is no such thing though. I like to amuse myself by playing with language and also annoying the staunch grammar police. I hate prescriptivism. Additionally, it is residual of linguistic supremacy where spoken dialects considered “elite” or high class were valued over the vernacular and those who did not speak in the former were marginalized. Well they actually still are. Vernacular dialects of certain ethnic groups come to mind. ;-)
I’m in love with vernacular language. My origins are from the working class which eventually became middle class. Nevertheless, my work does not pay very well, but I’m not completely bored of it yet.
As mentioned in the description of this “book,” I don’t like themes. My entries will not be focused on any one aspect of my life nor will there be any focus on which topics or writing styles I will use on any given day. I’m not a professional author and becoming one isn’t high on my priority list. That would kind of ruin my anonymity. There is some risk I could be outed some day, but it’s not like Facebook or Twitter.
I used to have an Open Diary account until the domain died. No. I will not reveal my former handle. Open Diary was a world that ended and all except the one favorite with whom I remained in contact, is gone. This favorite was someone I eventually met in person after about a decade and a half of sharing uninhibited thoughts/feelings in prose. Now we are not anonymous to each other, but I trust this person more than anyone else. I will not likely share this blog with anyone in my face-to-face life except the one I just mentioned.
Until next time.
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