Mea Apologia

My spelling is attrocious. Horrid. A specific type of slander against the English language itself. Worse, I have chosen to compound the general insult that is my typing with the publicity of this blog.

Why do I spell so poorly?

1. I don't go back and edit my posts unless I add new material. Why? Unless meaning is impaired, spelling and grammar are not the goals here. Sorry, but this blog does not apsire to literature.

2. I grew up with lawyers. Now, lawyers, as a group, spell rather well (or at least use enough $2 words that if they are misspelled you won't know it). But I am not a lawyer and, at present, have no desire to be one. So what is the significance? I grew up hearing and, thus, using $2 words in conversation that I could never possibly put down on paper. These blogs are my conversations to myself. They use my verbal idioms. The underscore the fact that I can't spell half of what I say.

So, there you have it: my confession; my apology.

I will try and do beter in the fyouchore.