If you happen to be in the Los Angeles, CA area tonight, I'll be playing with my new trio Uncle Junior at Genghis Cohen in Beverly Hills. We start at 8p, about a 45-minute acoustic set. Cover is $7 at the door.
The recent dearth of blogging in this space is less the result of a conscious decision to blog less than it is an epiphenomenon of my New Year's Resolution to keep a rigorous calendar. Part of this regime is a daily module for scheduling each subsequent day's agenda. And, turns out, when you deliberately schedule the modules of activity for each day, it's difficult to justify a general "blogging" module. (Try it, you'll see.)
My dad yesterday recounted a story involving a friend (of my dad's generation) who professed both unfamiliarity with the word 'cannabis' and an inability to find that word in a dictionary -- two odd bits of cognitive incapacitation that rather ironically suggest a robust familiarity with the substance in issue, if not its designation.
Anyway, this got me thinking about basic dictionary-using competence. Seems like if you weren't good at using a dictionary, you'd have a need for a reference work, say, "Dictionaries for Dummies." But then given the very incapacity in issue, you'd need another reference work for that, ostensibly "'Dictionaries for Dummies' for Dummies." And so on. This obviously leads to a pedagogically vicious regress. Turns out, then, dictionary illiteracy is irremediable.
As a corollary, it is impossible that you are comprehending this post at all.