Hello, and welcome to the technology edition of my blog.

Having begun with SUV a strong statement, I think it’s only fair to admit that I’m doing more than just writing about tech oligarchy, I’m using it to communicate an important point and to announce that as of today, I will be giving in to autocorrect because clearly, it understand me better than I do, myself.

As a writer and a teacher, I spend a lot of time communicating. But am I really saying what I mean? I ask this in all honesty because with all of the intuitive software and technology out there that can interpret what I’m communicating, maybe there’s something more that I’m missing. Maybe when I type, “I love you” and it comes out “I live you,” it’s what I meant to say. It’s certainly a stronger statement.

So now I’m going to do an expatriate to see which is more real -- what I mean to say or what actually shows up on the screen. And to do this, I’m going to let autocorrect do the work for me by using my iPhone (and my super clever opposable thumbs to write my blog). Whatever comes out, thanks to the wonders of autocorrect, will be what I try Lu meant to say.

In my class, we talk a lot about communication. We discuss symbolism and Leslie White's assertion that symbolism is the hallmark of humanity (and the greatest thing since sliced bread). We talk about nonverbal communication and ether how you perceive the work influences your language, or alternately, how language and the words you have at your disposal shape your world view. We talk about linguistic change and how technology aids and sometimes, Confucius communication. And by this latter bit, I’m referring to “intuitive” technologies like autocorrect.

You would think that for someone like me who is an arroyo idly bad speller and has fat, stupid thumbs, autocorrect would be a good thing. You would think so. But is it really? Exhibit A:  In a recent text to a friend, I repeatedly (and inadvertently) used a word inappropriate for this forum that turned what was a Disney statement into a Cinemax ... well, you get the point.  Or, consider Exhibit B:  In a text tapped out while on the trails just the other day, I was trying to share that I hadn’t seen any bodies on my run. (Of course I was.) What instead came out was that I hadn’t had any “bodes in my rum.” Upon reflection, I wondered what that could that mean? Was autocorrect trying to tell me something? Was it tapping into my innermost desires for rum? Did I, in fact, want a mixed drink after my run? Though I didn't start out that way, the more I got to thinking about it, a cub alone sounded really good when I got home.

So, what's a girl (or in my case a well- ages woman who really looks like she's in her 39s) to do? The sudden desire for a Cuba liner after I found no “bodes in my rum” was enough to convince me. Autocorrect had me figured out. And, if I’m to live the life I’m supposed to, I needed to accept that fact and own my autocorrects. But why stop there? Rather than just owning them, I really need to encourage others to accept their fates as well -- which is why I’m also going to work hard to introduce "autocorrectness" into the common vernacular by spearheading a new speaking revolution in hitch gigs like ... well … "hitch gigs" (translation:  "which words") and "noe" ("now") are used in place of their more boring and (let’s face it, less expressive) counterparts. I can only imagine how big this will become. And, quite jomaesly, think how freeing it will be to finally say what you really want -- or at least what your phone honks you really want.

So, with that said, my thumbs are tried and I’ve said all I need to.

Until next week, Moron ... out.