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Some Minor Cultural Notes to Start the Year

The weather people were all atwitter last Friday about the beginning of a three-day snow storm with “blizzard conditions” up here in Maine. High winds often mean power outages for us, so Ollie the cat and I stocked the cupboard with food, candles, lamp oil, etc. I even prepared a post for today in case I couldn't get on line.

The storm was a dud, at least by Portland, Maine standards; nine or ten inches of snow over the three days and nowhere near the deeply frigid temperatures the midwest is experiencing. Winter is tolerable here so far this season.

The Internet
A poll from Harris has a bit of insight into how pervasive adult use of the internet has become. The number of adults 18 and older who are online at home increased last year to 76 percent, up from 66 percent in 2005. The average number of hours spent online is now 14 per week, and half of all adults online bought something in 2009. So what? asks Harris:

“The increase in the number of hours spent online in the last two years compared to all previous years is striking. It probably reflects a growing ability to use the Internet, an increase in sites and applications, increased TV watching online and increased purchasing online.

“Also, hours online may have increased because of the recession. Going online is free; going out usually costs money.”

People 50 and older average 11.5 hours per week online. Nearly 55 percent of 50- to 64-year-olds bought something online in November; 37 percent of people 65 and older did so.

I am curious how people figure out their average their average time online. I'm on and off so many times a day for anywhere from a minute to check spelling or the definition of a word to hours reading news and blogs, tracking down information, banking, watching videos or just fooling around that I couldn't possibly estimate the time over a week except there is no doubt I am among those on the high end who helped raise the average.

What the...?
I'm sure we all have had our fill of Tiger Woods, but I couldn't let this pass without a sneer. Actually, it's about Brit Hume who, on Sunday, took to ranking the quality of religions against one another in ragging on about Woods:

”The extent to which [Tiger Woods] can recover seems to me depends on his faith. He is said to be a Buddhist. I don't think that faith offers the kind of forgiveness and redemption that is offered by the Christian faith.

“My message to Tiger would, 'Tiger, turn to the Christian faith and you can make a total recovery and be a great example to the world.'”

Do you suppose anyone who says such a thing is capable, on second thought, of embarrassment?

There was a brief story on CNN Friday about how to pronounce our new year. Apparently, a poll had been taken and only 20 percent of respondents liked “twenty ten.” The majority preferred “two thousand ten.”


I've been uncomfortable for a decade saying “two thousand one,” “two thousand two,” etc. I would have preferred saying, “twenty oh three.” It just seems more efficient and it is certainly more mellifluous. For a millennium, people said, “ten X,” “fifteen X,” “nineteen X” and I can't imagine why we've spent ten years adding those extra syllables in “thousand.”

So whatever the eventual consensus, here at TGB, you'll read references to “twenty ten” and onward until the day I die or I end the blog – whichever comes first. What about you?

At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Jeanne Waite Follett: Father Time is My Peer.


twenty ten followed by twenty eleven and so on and so forth...

Three computers, all on and always connected. 'Sitting down in front of one' time? I couldn't possibly tell ya....

In our family room, the netbook sits between us and we use it to fact check, to browse recipes, to read this blog, etc, etc.

Am in Florida using my hp netbook right now. Works great, have wii in our condo. Use netbook every single morning. Gave my DH my eeepc as his eyes are better for the smaller screen. HP mini has 10.1 inch. I'm in heaven, able to work on my blog from anywhere. Most other trips, we used internet cafes, but those keyboards can be crusty! Now we just bring our netbooks along. They fit in most hotel safes. I'm on about an hour a day, maybe two if working on the blog.

Like you, I'm at the high end for Internet use. Many hours a day, I suspect, though never all in one go.
As regards 2010, I like 'twentyten' as well. But for me the problem arises when I want to shorten it. Dec 09 didn't seem confusing but somebody wrote Jan 10 in an email yesterday and at first glance I thought he was talking about next Sunday rather than the whole month. One could use an apostrophe (Jan '10) But I guess it's daft to go to that trouble to save one keystroke. May as well write Jan 2010. Or just get used to it.

It is beyond me how any other faith could rag on Buddhism. Unfathomable.

As to how one uses numbers: two thousand ten is, to me, less apt to be misunderstood. Of course, that may be a product of my education, profession, and hobbies over the last 60 years (science, engineering, amateur radio and flying) which have decreed "standard" terminologies. Somehow, I can't work up a great deal of angst over how anyone chooses to designate this year. To each her/his own.

Glad your temperatures haven't plunged. I wouldn't mind the cold that we are experiencing had we the snow to go with it. A dab of ice and snow on the ground just doesn't do it, for me.

Twenty ten works for me.

Brit Hume showed his ignorance and doesn't deserve any air time.

I am glad to be back in the sun after the gray days of California. You snow people have my sympathy if you want it. If you like cold, good for you. I hate being cold.

Since he sold out to Faux News several years ago, Hume has become an irrelevant gasbag; now he shows his ignorance as well.

My own strong preference is for twenty ten, but a rather unsettling new one I've been hearing lately in sports interviews (as you know, Ronni, I watch a lot of that) is "Two-K-Ten." As in "Yeah, it wasn't a great season, but I'm putting it behind me and looking forward to 2K10." It's probably more evidence of how Twitter may be furthering the decline of civilization as we know it.

According to the nearly vanished San Francisco Chronicle, something called the National Association of Good Grammar says this is twenty-ten. Since I agree, I'll cite them. This is what the internet does for grammar police.

Hadn't heard 2K10 -- Guess I've got a bit of twit in me, as I almost like it. :-) Happy New Year all.

Brit Hume is a certifiable idiot. How does he explain Mark Sanford (divorce pending) or John Ensign who might hang onto his marriage but find himself in legal trouble over paying bribes. Ridiculous and I thought what you did when I saw it.

Two thousand ten. Sorry.

I judge my online use by the time I go on in the morning till I turn to writing. Then in the evenings, I go online again. Add maybe an hour at noon too. This last year, I spent vastly more time online reading blogs, researching, and just enjoying my self....maybe double the time.

Twenty-ten for me, too. For some reason it is faster (for me) to write down "twenty-ten" than it is to write "two thousand ten." As for 2K10, please.

And Brit Hume is nothing but a pompous tool. Did you hear the birds chirping during the brief silence that descended on the TV studio after his arrogant pronouncement?

Up till now I've been saying oh-six, oh-seven, oh-nine. Now I can say twenty-ten, twenty-eleven, twenty-nineteen...

In 2020 we'll all have perfect vision!!! ;-)

Brett Hume is is a damned fool!

I can't begin the estimate my time online so I'm assuming I'm above the average. And I don't think that's a bad thing.

twenty-ten works for me.

Brit Hume should be ashamed of himself. Plenty of people only drag out their religion when it suits them and ignore it the rest of the time, like those aforementioned cheating politians. Doesn't matter what they call themselves.

One couldn't say twenty-nine, as that sounds like a year way back in the Roman era. But now we can and do say twenty-ten.

Twenty-ten for me.

Brit is a gasbag. He just can't help himself

Got my library experts to show me how to reply on your blog. Hope I can do it correctly next time.

Let's see now...

I was born in Nineteen Forty Seven.

I graduated high school in Nineteen Sixty Five.

I got married in Nineteen Eighty Nine.

And now I'm sitting here in Sweden in Two Thousand Ten?

I don't think so!

It's Twenty Ten!

Nikki--Now, why did you have to throw logic into the equation. I like your thinking and am reconsidering my "stand"!

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