Thank you very much for all your comments this week — I have really enjoyed bloviating and pontificating (I mean blogging) here!
I was thinking about making this last post something REALLY light and fluffy, like my favorite dictionary-related songs ("Dictionary" by Muckafurgason is probably pretty high on that list) or some words from my Weird and Wonderful Words books, but instead I'm going to talk about something else.
The death of the dictionary.
Whoa. I know, right? All week I've been cheery and bubbly and rah-rah-rah dictionaries YAY! and now (on Good Friday, of all days) I'm going to step right up and give some kind of eulogy for the very book I've been championing?
Well, I don't really think the dictionary is going to die. I think it's going to mutate. I think it's going to change. I've been working on dictionaries for a long time now (going on fourteen years) and sometimes I feel as if I have been feeding a caterpillar and watching it build a chrysalis.
Here's the thing: the dictionary is outgrowing its physical body, the book. There is so much information packed into a printed dictionary now that ...