Words are important. Without them, newspapers would look odd and ordering Chinese food would be virtually impossible. If there were no words, then poets would make even less money than they currently do. What would Cameo have sung about? What would we deliver to our mothers, courtesy of Vanilla Ice? What would the buh-buh-buh-buh-bird be? … Continue reading Shibboleth, I Hear You Calling But I Can’t Come Home Right Now