One of the sweetest things about the last 20 or so years has been the rapid advance of communications technology. 20 years ago, if you wanted to get in touch with someone you had two options. You could call or mail a letter.

The post about death was inspired by the loss of my grandmother. She was very supportive of my being a language junkie even as others questioned it. And she thought my little site here was beautiful. Somehow, it became hard to continue posting.
Anyway, the Language Junkie is back!

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The Matrix has a quote:
“Reality is a thing of the past.”
It speaks nothing of the future.
How about this:

Reality is a thing of the past, irreality of the future.

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Is every word that ends in ‘-man’ sexist? Can a word even be sexist, or is it the speaker and intent that is sexist?

Killing is transitive. Dying is intransitive.

His public voice was falsetto.

“When You-Know-Who did you know what.” He whispered.

Better a bunch behind me than just one….That’s what she said!

This being the first post, it seems fitting that I should define exactly who or what a Language Junkie is.