This is more of meandering thoughts that artistic prose.
Gaining language/losing language.
I guess I've always been a bit behind the times. Style, slang, technology etc. I'm okay with that and even intentionally lean into that for effective self-parody.
But I was thinking about flavored seltzer.
I hate seltzer, but I'll come around to that. Stay with me.
Thinking on my hatred for seltzer and how to properly describe what it tastes like to me triggered some thoughts on shifting language.
Yesterday, I made a 'sound'. And intentional cartoonish vocalization that was without words. My lovely wife, raised up on the same steady diet of TV that I was instantly recognized the sound, identified from which specific Bugs Bunny cartoon it had come from, and carried on with the dialogue from rote with perfect inflection.
She and I never properly learned higher math, but somehow retain this sort of thing for decades and decades.
Anyone under - say - 30? Would not pick it up.
As for 'style', I'd say I spent most of my years cultivating a 'non' style. Not against, not subversive, just utterly non-defined. One day, I did post what I thought to be a pretty cute selfie. Took the time to actually apply make-up and all! A you ger friend commented that my eyebrows looked 'fleek'. I replied that I was off to go look that up and expected to be mad if it turned out to be an insult!
By now, millennial slang like 'fleek' and I guess 'yeet' are already past their prime and being parodied by these kids today.
In fact, people my age or younger, when wanting to sound especially old fashioned, might put on a pastiche of 'hippy' slang from the 60s.
I go a bit further back. My cultural and musical proclivities allow me to go full slang from the 1930s a la Cab Calloway and any other hep cats from the era.
So, slang changes. Words change. Learning newer slang is a bit like decoding a language.
Apart from 30s terms like "viper" or "L7", not much is 'lost' though.
But technology is a wee bit different.
About that flavored seltzer.
Remember?
This is about my disdain for flavored seltzer.
I thought about it and settled on an apt description of my experience with flavored seltzer to be akin to:
"It's like I'm watching TV, but it's so static-y that I can't quite make out if what I'm watching is a show about a lemon, or an orange."
Then it struck me.
Is there static on TV anymore? Or does the screen just go blank, maybe with a 'home' icon screen saver sort of thing?
I thought maybe to alter the description to be about listening to a static-y radio but again, my internal age check made me realize that no one really listens to the radio anymore.
Oh, I know that even these kids today will likely understand the 'static' metaphor, but have they actually experienced it?
They will probably understand it in a way, but their kids might not. And their grandkids would have no clue, really.
So, I'm searching for the 'updated' metaphor for just how unpleasant flavored seltzer is.