from Tuesday, March24th of the year2009.
I got a comment on my blog the other night that reads, “never had you down as a grammar fetishist nico. Language yes, but isn’t grammar just a little mundane to complain about?”
Interesting, the distinction here between language and grammar. I am such a grammar fetishist, and being in Iceland, my entire day is made up of planning little grammatical moments which, when added up, equal, for me, language. Today at the wine store I successfully declined the idea of not needing a bag for the bottles of wine versus the box (yes, a box). I bought a swimming card with ten points on it and managed to answer all of the questions regarding did I want it punched right now for me as well as for Nadia and whether or not I needed a receipt and everything turned out great; it was Six Little Grammars strung together by Smiling and Confidence.
Anyway, point being, for me, grammar is the opposite of mundane. It’s filaments, ligatures, bundles that need to be cherished and played with. Fucking up grammar just seems to me like brushing a cat the wrong direction: is anybody happy then?
Speaking of which, via Liner Notes Danny comes this unspeakably weird YouTube Clip: