How Americans near the Great Lakes are radically changing the sound of English.

[alice wellintown]

While language acquisition may be an instinct (Pinker), no wires are
included in the building of organs used, including the brain, to
aquire and use language. Though the metaphor of the human machine (and
one OED definition of *machine* is, a complex organism such as the
human), wired by evolution, is common enough and understood, it is one
we should take care not to abuse. Our organs, again, including our
incredible human brain, do not have wires, are not software or
hardware, and are surely not simple computer technologies. Now, some
will are argue that computers are smart, or have some form of
artificial intelligence, that the use of the phrase, *computer
language* is justified, but these folks quickly get tangled in the
wires of their own circumlocutions and scatalogical bluffings,
pretending to an espteric knowledge most simply can not get because
only a few are wired correctly and can therefore plug in or connect to
the higher level data source. This kind of scientific hubris, and the
ways in which it is manifest in our crude Newtonian metaphors and
Wienerian-slips, have us admiring the Rainman who can not make eye
contact or read human faces, because he is so brilliant, and
attributing thought to our tools. This, of course, is a major
sub-topic, of the grand thesis that P has developed over his carer
about how a search for meaningful work has created not one culture of
specialists, like writers and artists who make fictions or weave
tapestries, but  a cult of the dynamo, a mass, a mob who worships a
mystery, in Planet of the Ape terms, the bomb, in Conradian terms,
Anarchy. The bomb in the baby carriage is wired to the radio...there
are lazers in the jungle some where, and the heart of darkness, where
the spherics speak a language we fear with the horror, and can not,
even with all our education, comprehend, is what binds us, wires us,
as the Herero were wired to death to save bullets, wires us together;
here the metaphor should shift back to the wireless, the African
drums, a wireless communication Mondaugen could not understand because
he had lost his will to listen to the heart.