Today, as I got into my car, I had a couple extra sets of 'disposable' gloves with me. I decided to store some in the car, and found the perfect place for them. The glove box. It struck me as mildly humorous that it was probably the first time in my life that I'd used the glove box to store actual gloves.
It's sort of like the cigarettle lighter plug that some cell phone chargers still have. I remember when that was an actual cigarette lighter in that hole. You pushed it in, the little coils heated to a glowing red, and the smoker in the car could light a cigarette with it. And of course use the ashtray, front or back seat, that all cars had then.
Inside the house, do you still 'turn on' your lights? With a switch that actually moves up and down, right. But our language remembers when it was a knob that you turned. And maybe you still turn up the volume on the tv, while actually pushing a button.
And when you cc someone on that email, I bet you don't make a carbon copy of the document at all!
I love words. I love how they evolve. The space shuttle goes back and forth between the space station and the earth. Just like the airport shuttle bus goes back and forth between the airport and your home. And that all started with a weaver's shuttle going back and forth as she wove.
Our cars and motorcycles have horsepower. Our windshields shield us from the wind.
Our computers use a network that has nothing to do with a net made of line and knots. We save our data in files and folders.
Words, words, words. My favorite toys.