Wednesday, January 29, 2020

Do typos matter anymore?





It's 2020, and my question today is:  does anyone care about typos?

Typographical errors used to be a Big Deal.  Absolute no-nos.  If an official document was sent out with a typo...gasp!  Someone's job could be on the line.  Even slip-ups in punctuation were taken seriously.  Companies employed editors and proofreaders whose full-time job was to ensure there were no mistakes in printed matter.  It seems they are now relics of a bygone era.

With the advent of speed texting, lazy acronyms (icymi), deliberately misspelled words (Lyft), flagrantly incorrect parts of speech (woke), and the shortcomings of spellcheck programs, typos are no longer seen as a big deal.  They are the collateral damage of working on the fly, cranking out missives asap off mobile devices, in a country where we spend trillions on defense while teaching our kids in trailers.  But I digress...

A company I freelance for uses collaborative writing, where staffers all over the globe with the right link can dive into a document on a shared drive and edit away.  There's no one at the end of the process to ensure that the final hack job is typo-free.  And out it goes, into wide circulation.

It doesn't seem to faze the mostly under-40 management.  Shoulder shrug, oops, oh well.  Sometimes even a glare, as if I'm being a little anal retentive.  SMH.


Tuesday, January 28, 2020

I'm baaack

After a 3-year break, I've decided to write again on this blog.

Where those 3 years went is a mystery.  What I accomplished or learned, if anything, is not evident.

All I know is, I find myself with more to say now.  More questions.  More observations.  More complaints.  More gratitude.  More longing to say what's on my mind.

I'm 3 years older now, and there are more changes.  More transitions.  More adjustments, as I feel myself being ever-so-gradually nudged to the sideline of mainstream.

I've been feeling constipated from all of it, so I resurrected this digital journal as a form of expression.  Even if it's shared with no one, the writing offers a relief, a release, of persistent thoughts.

Only to make room for more.