Tuesday, 28 October 2014

The impact of technology on the English language

http://www.englishlanguageexpert.com/english-language-articles/the-impact-of-technology-on-the-english-language/


The impact of technology on the English language

by PAUL PARRY on JULY 28, 2010
Here are some statistics for you:
  • More people currently have a mobile phone capable of accessing the internet than have a PC with net access (source: Mobile Top Level Domain, the organisation charged with overseeing the ‘.mobi’ domain name registration)
  • Sending text messages is now almost as common as talking on mobile phones
  • Only 12% of mobile users never use their phone for texting (and virtually half of these people are over 65).
  • 70% of 15-24 year-olds say they ‘could not live’ without their mobile phone
  • There are an estimated 110 million-150 million blogs in existence (although many of these are abandoned soon after they are established)
Technology’s role in our lives is astonishing. Its effect on the way we communicate has changed the English language forever.
To be more specific, the way we speak today is, by and large, the way we spoke before the internet became what it is, albeit with an enriched vocabulary. Conventions of telephone conversations have, to my mind, changed little: we still use the same methods – if not words – to greet and sign off, for example.
What is hugely different, however, is the way we write today. That is the area where technology has had the biggest impact.
Email altered the structure of the letter as a communicative tool. It brought with it a whole new etiquette, as well as new conventions and new abbreviations, such as IMO (in my opinion), FWIW (for what it’s worth), IIRC (if I remember correctly) and FYI (for your information).
And it introduced the idea that WORDS IN UPPER CASE MEAN WE ARE SHOUTING, while lower case writing is the accepted form.
But email English is nothing compared to the impact upon language driven by mobile phone users. The rate and extent of change this has had is truly astounding.
The way we write our text messages is now so widely accepted that it has infiltrated mainstream advertising. Here are two examples I can think of immediately:
Virgin Media, the British company, ran a campaign several months ago for its provision of broadband (or Brdbnd, as it called it) and, a little more locally to me, a council campaign advised us: ‘Dnt B Wstfl’.
And then we have the meteoric rise of blogging. There are now well over 100million blogs worldwide. Add to that the even-more-baffling growth of the key social networking websites – MySpace, Bebo, Facebook – and we start to see the whole picture. The watch-words today are ‘user-generated content’ (UGC).
So, to sum up…email + texting + blogging + social networking sites = people writing more how they speak and less like they used to write. And, essentially, less like they had to write – either for a boss, a parent or a teacher.
Also, let’s remember one of the basic driving elements in this transition: the screen size of mobile phones is small and, therefore, text messaging was always, by default, short. And short, inevitably, becomes shorter.
People frequently writing the same things would reduce the length of those words and phrases so that the meaning remained intact while the effort required to communicate – and the amount of screen space used – were both minimised.
So why have I written numerous ebooks, articles and tips offering help for better writing and detailing the intricacies of English grammar?
Because while mainstream, digital communication alters language use, it does not eradicate the traditional; it merely sits alongside convention. And there are plenty of people who are still interested in English as we have known it since before the 1990s, when mobiles and Messrs Page and Brin (Google’s founders) came to prominence.
And of course, if there were no rules in the first place, where would we be now? Gd only knws.

Sunday, 19 October 2014

Short story- This wasn't by coincidence.


Melanie Small: This wasn’t by coincidence.

This wasn’t by coincidence. Someone had led Elaina, this poor, fragile, girl here. She lies still, in a bed of poppies in the middle of nowhere… drenched in her own blood. It’s a shame really, such a pretty girl. Well, she was anyway. As a forensic investigator, I’m pretty used to all the blood and gore and honestly I don’t mind it. And I have to say that this murder wasn’t just any murder; it was a beautiful one. Her hair, so carefully shaved off, while the flesh covering her precious skull has been carved into a broken heart. The blood, which only hours ago trickled down her forehead, is now dry and has coated her dull face with a deep, rich velvet colour. The overpowering sweet scent of her rubicund nectar engulfs me as I lean towards the savaged girl. Her “innocent” body, which has been torn from her clothes, is full of deep, clean-cut wounds. What looks like love bites are scattered all over her torso and thighs. I tell the rest of the team that behind this murder…is love. Besides, love bites are beautiful because they’re the only type of bruise, which is a result of love rather than harm. Her body is the frame and her skin is the canvas. Her lifeless skin is now splattered with colours: amber, black, bottle green, burgundy, caramel and my favourite of colours, magenta. A dagger has been planted into her broken heart. Elaina’s artist is clever, leaving no trace of DNA, evidence or witnesses. He knew what he was doing. This wasn’t by coincidence. A gust of wind rustles my lab coat and a photo flies out. Chris, a member of the forensic team, picks up the photo hidden in my inner-pocket.

“Elaina, you broke my heart first. So I broke yours in return.”

This definitely wasn’t by coincidence.

On top of the word- travel writing piece.


Melanie Small: On top of the world

After hours of ascending, I reach the top. As I step out from the shade, a heat wave hits me as the sun slowly scorches my skin. I look around at the transparent atmosphere; everything is so clear and crisp.

Sweat pours from my body and evaporates in seconds leaving behind a sticky glaze all over my skin. I shut my eyes tight as I listen to the sounds of the howling wind whistling straight through me. The overpowering sound of the waves crashing against the rocks fills my ears, while I can smell the sea’s salty scent. For me, heaven is here. It’s bliss.

My feet are solidly fixed to the earthy ground, for if I move, there’s a steep fall where I’ll be turned into fish food. From up here, everything looks so still, so peaceful, and it’s only when I look closely at the details I notice how alive nature really is. The fluffy froth from the waves looks like white horses racing, overtaking each other, while the birds perform to me overhead, dancing around the wispy clouds sing their songs for me to hear. It’s funny how perspectives change from up here, far in the distance – what looks like a blue dot- is actually a towering skyscraper.

I am a nature goddess right now. I feel like I can see, feel, smell, taste everything. The sea has left its mark everywhere; because of its salty spray I can feel the sticky salt stick to my skin while I can taste its perfume on the tip of my tongue.

Being here, I can really appreciate what’s around me.