1000 Words on Words

Gary Sankary
4 min readFeb 9, 2022

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I like pithy little maxims, particularly ones that have been around forever. I suppose there’s a school of thought that would say that all the good things anyone has to say, have probably already been said. Quoting a proverb or saying therefore, is really just an exercise in reuse. What I like about reuse however, is it makes me sound literary and smart, a nice ruse.

One of my prouder moments; when I was about 15 or 16 years old I had a crush on a girl who had just moved into the neighborhood, I think her name was Dana but I might be wrong. She had this gorgeous mane of long jet black soft curls, piercing blue eye and few other attributes which proper decorum prohibits my mentioning. Just say’n, I was 16 after all. Not that at 59 I would feel all that different but I probably wouldn’t mention it.. or wait I just did. Shameful.

Anyway.. I put a decent amount of time and effort into trying to foster a little relationship with Dana, to no avail. To put it bluntly, she was not a fan. But, she was nice enough one fine afternoon to let me know all the reasons she was not a fan, something I would later learn is called feedback. Even later in life, that it should be considered a gift. BTW, this feedback is a gift thing.. good gifts come with gift receipts and can be returned if you don’t like them. This has not proven to be true in the case of feedback.

I hit on Dana for a couple months, until she finally sat down one day and said something to the effect of “I’d like to present you with a list of reasons that me, and every other girl in high school , find you undesirable.”

Cool. Bring it.

“Reason number one- you use big words.

I remember that comment like it was yesterday. And I seriously can’t remember another thing she said, despite her rambling on for another couple hundred reasons. I couldn’t get past the “use big words” comment because in my mind this little dish was now in the category of imbecile, which if you are also uncomfy with big words, is a an archaic word which was used to describe people with IQ’s in the >50 range. Amazingly enough she became considerably less attractive at that point. I moved on and started dating a girl in the school choir who was also attractive, but more importantly, brilliant.

Words matter. Numbers…

Numbers matter too, but I’ve never been comfortable in the world of numbers. To the contrary I’ve always relished in language, I love navigating complicated conversation, my head seems to have a handy thesaurus at the ready, not a dictionary mind you, spelling remains an issue. I’m almost always able to insert just the right word to evoke just the right nuance to a conversation. My children however are far more comfortable in the quantitative world, the exactness found in the realm of mathematics is their preferred space. For them, diving into a complicated formula and solving an equation brings a closure that they just can’t find in literary pursuits. When I see a perfectly good sentence corrupted with numbers and odd symbols I find myself beyond intimidated, and maybe even a little sick to my stomach. It’s like it’s a secret code and I have no decoder ring.

My kids… the only time I’ve ever heard any frustration about their college work came when papers were due. When oldest kid was at Michigan Tech he went so far as to proclaim his humanities coursework, which frankly was onely about three classes. All which were for engineers and as such only required the bare minimum of any sort of writing. Still, they were “lame”. Why lame? Because he had to write not one, not two, but three, three papers in these classes. These papers had the unreasonable requirement of having to be at least 1,000 words long.

A THOUSAND words.. “Do you know how long a THOUSAND WORDS is” my son would complain. From his expression and tone, this was insurmountable, it was an injustice, it was a distraction from real work, important work, work in laboratories and computers, and it infringed on his analytics courses, which were much easier because at least in math, there’s a correct answer, you either have it or you don’t. This writing BS is all subjective and is therefore a waste of time.

And therein is the paradigm between literary thinkers and the analytical thinkers. I look at mathematicians and scientists with sense of awe and wonderment. They’re doing magnificent work, complicated mind bending work in a space I can’t even imagine. I work with some PhD’s with degrees in quantitative analysis who can develop algorithms which will predict my behaviors on a given day better than I can. I’m in awe of the calculus which can put a plane in the air or calculate age of some Neolithic ancestors missing molar based on radio carbon decay. I have trouble balancing my checkbook, so much so that I haven’t done it since Quicken was installed on my homemade 286 computer in 1989.

The analytical folks, at least in my family, by contrast, tend to look at us literary types as cloud chasing dreamers, quaint and fun to talk too, but not really adding a ton of value to the betterment of humanity. A generalization I realize, but one based on solid field research, I’m on to something. It’s hard to make the argument that literature can advance the human condition and help explain our world to a group of people who are quite proud to boast that they never cracked a book that wasn’t a technical manual.

Whiners. A thousand word essay. I apparently don’t appreciate how long 1000 words are. Really? I respond, it’s exactly the length of this post, or about 15 minutes or work. Get over it

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Gary Sankary

Evanglist for retail and geography. Keen student of history, world affairs, good debate, and occasionally vintage postage stamps.