Wednesday, January 15, 2014

In Memory of Pru, Bob and Dave - 1/15/2014

So I'm doing this, and I'm thinking about written versus verbal communication. I've had some issues with people in the recent past where written communication became more of a barrier than a useful means of conversing. In one case, we worked it out, in the other, we did not.

But what does that have to do with anything? Well, this is a world increasingly reliant on texts, tweets, emails, messages on social media sites, blogs and a thousand other forms of sending words to people without actually saying them. Is that a bad thing? In and of itself, no. But there is a problem that develops, and it is getting worse.

Specifically, nobody is teaching people how to write well and clearly. People think that because they can converse easily and effectively with others in person, that they can say the same things in a written format and it works just as well.

No, it does not.

Much of face-to-face conversation happens non-verbally. Specifically, tone of voice, body language and facial expression. Take those away and words that clearly mean one thing become ambiguous, reliant on the mood and reading style of the recipient to understand correctly. Which is why those annoying goddamn emoticons started appearing, so that there was some vague indication that “hey, this is a joke, not me saying something horrible”.

I went to a small private high school in Portland, Oregon, called Catlin Gabel. From 7th grade until I graduated, I got writing pounded into my skull. In 10th grade, I remember spending an entire semester writing three and four sentence paragraphs and then analyzing what I had written. How long was each sentence? What were the first five words in each sentence? What words did I repeat? Over and over and over again we did this.

And I got better. When I went to college at the University of Puget Sound, I was in the Honors program, which basically meant I got good grades in high school and didn't know enough to spot the program as an unnecessary adjunct to an otherwise good educational experience. In our first class, we found out the format. Each four-month semester, we would read six books. And then we would write a 5 to 8 page paper on each one. Sounded reasonable to me, only a little rougher than high school.

I was in the decided minority.

I also lived in the Honors house, and so I got to see many of my fellow Honors students undertake this ritual the day before each paper was due. We had class at noon Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Papers were always due on Wednesdays. So at noon on Tuesday, the whole house would start writing. Notes came out, final readings were done, and 24 hours of agony began. Most of them were rushing to print out what was essentially a first draft of their paper the next day at 11:49, just in time to run to class.

Because I had spent so much time just writing and writing and writing in high school, I would sit down around 5, read the question, write my paper, find my quotes and be done by 10 or 11 (if I wanted to polish something). I didn't get solid As, but B’s and better all the way through, doing at least as well as any of my classmates (with one or two exceptions).

And that's because I didn't have to think about how to construct a sentence so that it was clear. I didn't have to think about which words worked and which didn't. I could focus on the idea I wanted to get across and then let the largely automatic process of constructing sentences, paragraphs and essays take its course.

I'm somewhat rusty now, and less strict about it, since my audience isn't a bunch of professors with specific ideas about how these things should be done, but the basic skills are still there. I'm at 661 words right now, and it's taken me about fifteen minutes to put this together.

Not bad for being out of practice.


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