So a major national sporting event starts in an hour and a half, 0.5 miles from where I’m sitting at my desk at this very moment, and it’s 59 degrees outside.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, well done, Minnesota. Well done.
My response to people who are ignorant enough to think that language doesn’t change, and that eventually “ableism” “classism” and other similar words won’t eventually be part of a recognized lexicon.
As a point of order, though: “elbow” already existed as a noun. What Shakespeare did was use it as a verb, as in “to elbow someone aside”.
Which is still important, because this is part of how language grows: we recognize the usefulness of an existing word in serving a different function. This is how “fun” became an adjective, after “funny” (the adjective form of “fun”) grew to mean something else.
I know this because the last time this came around, I wondered what the context for Elizabethan England was where people would recognize “elbow” as meaning “the bendy bit of the arm” and decided to look it up.
Dylan Spoering, a young boy living in Uptown Minneapolis, is planning a piano concert tomorrow afternoon in his front yard — and a hand-made sign has earned him publicity he could never have dreamed of. Well, then again, he seems like the type of kid who dreams big.
This is my favorite thing today. I’d absolutely be at this kid’s concert if I didn’t already have an appointment for a haircut at the same time.