Slang Bang Doodle – The Weird Side of the Internet – by Liam Sweeny.
I like slang. I don’t care if it’s the slang of the forties or the slang of my forties, language is a lot of fun. I don’t police slang, if you got a ‘fire,’ I can give you a vintage ‘dig, man’ and move on with my day. But slang is a responsibility if you’re going to use it. Some slang is racist as hell, and you want to find that out before it comes out of your mouth (let’s pretend we talk to each other in the real world instead of keyboardin’ it [slang.]) I always look up new stuff.
There’s no way that language is ‘supposed to be.’ It flows from classrooms, off podiums through potheads in dorm rooms, road crews bored at five am on no sleep, running on Moxie. A collection of our words, phrases, and rules have merited permanent recognition, but they’re not it. There is no ‘it.’
I knew this guy Danny Ray, or Danny Ray Ray. He could come up with slang all day long. I don’t think he called anything by it’s real name. Is his slang not real? Of course not.
The world moves. Society moves, and sometimes in the mixing of everything you need a better word to describe i9t than what exists.
I said all that for a reason. I’m aura farming. I don’t think it’s good, but I figured, well, I’m aura farming. I am doing more than what I need to do to be cool. I’m flexing unnecessarily. I’m good enough as I am. Maybe.
I like “aura farming.” I’m going to look for it. But we should look at all the slang that’s come out in the past twenty years and see if any of it’s cool enough to recirculate.
Happy slanging my friendly peeps.