{"id":4199,"date":"2018-01-08T07:38:38","date_gmt":"2018-01-08T06:38:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=4199"},"modified":"2022-10-24T19:24:34","modified_gmt":"2022-10-24T17:24:34","slug":"occupational-hazard","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=4199","title":{"rendered":"Occupational Hazard"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/squirrel.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-4200 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/squirrel-268x300.jpg?resize=268%2C300&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"268\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/squirrel.jpg?resize=268%2C300&amp;ssl=1 268w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/squirrel.jpg?w=714&amp;ssl=1 714w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 268px) 100vw, 268px\" \/><\/a>The week before Christmas I was teaching my Tuesday evening class, when I saw that there was snow coming down outside. I was dewy-eyed with Christmas mirth. The students were engaged in a task, Vince Guaraldi\u2019s Charlie Brown Christmas twanged from the computer box, and I was looking forward to the university holiday party, at which I would ingest my bonus in the form of Moravian wine and smoked meats. I went to the window.<\/p>\n<p>In the front lot, written in the snow by someone&#8217;s foot was the term: I Love Dick. I assumed that one of the pupils at the secondary school downstairs was either freeing their burdened souls in a yuletide inspired proclamation or making an immature joke.<\/p>\n<p>Sure, it was crude and a bit off-putting, but I had to be impressed with the language. It was a really good collocation. Not to throw all of my linguistic eggs in one thematic basket, but I was also impressed the week before when one of my students said to another: \u201cDude, you\u2019re such a dick.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>If you\u2019re not into language this might not seem too special, but it\u2019s a perfectly crafted collocation so natural that it could have been heard on a subway car in Long Island. Sans subsequent gunfire, of course.<\/p>\n<p>This tendency to be impressed with language that should appall me is all part of the occupational hazard of being a language teacher. It happens to a lot of people. If you\u2019re a police officer, you might spend an evening at a pub eyeing up possible transgressors. If you\u2019re a dentist, you might not be able to <em>not<\/em> notice a waitress\u2019s dental plaque. Or if you\u2019re a Republican lawmaker you might spend your free evenings trying to crush the hopes and dreams of the other customers at your local Chick-fil-A. And we language workers and teachers often can\u2019t turn off their langdar.<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->This does get in the way sometimes. While I might find myself impressed when I should be upset, I also find myself hyperaware of linguistic miscues or unnatural use. Watching a sitcom can be strenuous because the language can be too geared to set up the next joke. In an episode of <em>Frasier <\/em>I watched last week, Frasier and Niles were talking about getting a ticket to a play when the following interaction ensued:<\/p>\n<p><strong>Frasier: <\/strong>Please, just calm down. I&#8217;ve made a few well placed calls,<\/p>\n<p>I haven&#8217;t heard back from a couple of people. Someone will<\/p>\n<p>call.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Niles: <\/strong>Well, someone better call. Because everyone who&#8217;s anyone<\/p>\n<p>is seeing this play. And you know who you are if you&#8217;re<\/p>\n<p>not anyone? You&#8217;re NO ONE. And I&#8217;ve been someone much too<\/p>\n<p>long to start being no one now.<\/p>\n<p><em>Martin comes in from the bedrooms.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>Martin: <\/strong>Oh, hey, I thought no one was here. [<em>Niles begins to throw <\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;another fit<\/em>]<\/p>\n<p>It was a joke whose punch line relied on the word <em>no one<\/em> and it delivered. However, I thought it would be more natural to say: I didn\u2019t think anyone was here. Obviously the two are synonymous phrases and I wasn\u2019t trying to nitpick, but if it sounds unnatural, it sounds unnatural.<\/p>\n<p>Before you roll your eyes and mentally scold me, this is different from grammatical Nazism. Why? First, I typically keep my observations to myself. Second, I don\u2019t correct people or raise the issue unless I am being paid to do so. Third, I am far more over analytical about my own language use than about the language of others. This means that a text message that might take another person ten seconds to write, takes me ten minutes as I tweak, cut, add, trim, and focus. My boss recently told me that to this day I am the only person she knows to use a semicolon in a text message.<\/p>\n<p>The extent of this hazard has peaked on two occasions, both involving other language teachers and linguists. The first occasion came when a colleague and I were preparing to go to Istanbul to teach abroad for a week and we had to read emails from our contact person and then respond.<\/p>\n<p>It didn\u2019t help things that while I am American, he is British. This means that while I read her email as relatively straight forward, he read a Beowulf of subtext and inference into her three sentence email. After charting out her possible entendres, implications, and subterfuge, we crafted a two sentence response over the course of ninety minutes. Sitcoms had been written is less time.<\/p>\n<p>The second time was while I was at a linguistics conference in Poland and visited a museum with some of my colleagues, all language experts. When we came across a wall of text, we naturally read along. After a moment we began realizing that the translation wasn\u2019t the strongest and we summarily coursed out a smoother edited translation of the text. I wrote it out on my brochure, which I physically had to restrain myself from giving to the curator.<\/p>\n<p>We are all slaves to our occupations in our own little ways. I suppose it\u2019s part of the fun. Just to be clear, there were no dicks involved with this museum.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Have you noticed an occupational hazard in yourself? <\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The week before Christmas I was teaching my Tuesday evening class, when I saw that there was snow coming down outside. I was dewy-eyed with Christmas mirth. 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