tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931921496989071942.post9215456230104796577..comments2023-06-08T07:32:39.725-05:00Comments on Aristotle's Feminist Subject: Our Personalities, Our LabelsJ. K. Gaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600312868663460988noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931921496989071942.post-41284310784715870052009-12-20T09:16:47.016-06:002009-12-20T09:16:47.016-06:00Thanks Bill, and now we guess your MB type.Thanks Bill, and now we guess your MB type.J. K. Gaylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07600312868663460988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931921496989071942.post-88668625780802613952009-12-17T10:59:04.226-06:002009-12-17T10:59:04.226-06:00Briggs-Meyers is wonderful. Great post.Briggs-Meyers is wonderful. Great post.Bill Heromanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05283809456471966882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931921496989071942.post-65237787054440213562009-12-17T09:48:10.896-06:002009-12-17T09:48:10.896-06:00Most eloquent, John. Thank you for persisting in ...Most eloquent, John. Thank you for persisting in your struggles and in your love of language and languages. Thanks for sharing with us! We're heading into Christmas and the new year with cheers like yours, with friendships afforded us because of language, because of blogging even. Cheers to you and all the best to you and yours too, my friend! Sincerely, KurkJ. K. Gaylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07600312868663460988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931921496989071942.post-74457149674034948082009-12-17T08:57:55.704-06:002009-12-17T08:57:55.704-06:00When I was at school (more years ago now than I ca...When I was at school (more years ago now than I care to remember) my teachers always noted that my English was bad and my spelling atrocious. It was usually suggested that I needed to work harder at learning things by rote. Unfortunately, that typically had little effect, as some things gained at great expense just never seemed to “stick”. Were I at school today, I’d guess my parents would be told that I suffered from some form of dyslexia, and my problems wouldn’t be put down to lack or effort or intelligence.<br /><br />Fortunately, these days I do most of my writing with word processors that run a spelling checker. Unfortunately, such checkers don’t spot mistakes if the misspelling is itself another valid word. Then, of course, there’s the case where the program knows I’m wrong, but fails to guess the word I meant from what I typed. Here Microsoft’s Word is particularly unimpressive. Why is it that a program now at version 12 still lacks a spell corrector as good as the one Protext, my old DOS word processor, had? With Protext it was very rare indeed for me to need another stab at the right spelling, but with Word on occasion it still can’t guess what I mean even after I’ve had two or three attempts. (So for example, the instant pop-up didn’t suggest “was” for my phonetic “woz”, although it was offered as the last suggestion when I ran the full Spell Check. I’d guess Protext would’ve had “was” at the top of the list. And, yes; sometimes my mind goes blank and I just can’t remember how to spell “simple” words like “was”.) Here the old suggestion, “If you don’t know how to spell a word, look it up in a dictionary”, is seen in its full glory as one of the stupidest “solutions” to a problem I’ve ever heard.<br /><br />One thing I really hate is having someone stand behind me and dictate something for me to type. In that scenario there just seem to be too many levels of translation for me to process them all at the same time. These days I just tend to own up to that one, rather than risk having a nervous breakdown as my brain overloads.<br /><br />So is it spite of these issues that I’ve come to love language, or because of them? Perhaps I prize it as something exotic or “foreign”, even when it’s my native tongue! (The Greek of the NT definitely is a foreign country, inhabited by strange word forms floating in a barely-grasped syntactic soup. In that land, sometimes a single sentence can seem like an epic journey.) Personally, I doubt that even those most skilled at wielding their language of choice, who seem to be able to make it dance to their tune, can really claim to have tamed it; I know I certainly haven’t. But do they get any more fun out of playing with it, like a child with a new toy, than I do? That I also doubt.<br /><br />Finally, I’d like to take this opportunity to wish you and yours all the best for Christmas and the coming year: I hope it proves to be a good one.<br /><br />Kind regards<br />JohnJohn Radcliffehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17457933540067146460noreply@blogger.com