Speaking of words, speaking with words, etc

1) Context

I don’t know about the splendid dispensations at the heart of the rhythm of the American street, but I do know about the lilt and the verbal signposting embedded in the speech patterns of American Indians from the Northern Plains. I wonder which one I’ll miss more, for the pure variety’s sake, if I rejoin a grandiosely insular monoculture and look back on the verbal mélange Chicago offered or the diphthong/glottal stop rollercoaster I presently ride. If you don’t get into languages, accents, slang, dialects, metaphorical conceits, etc., what is it that you’re thinking about when you listen to people?

2) Caricatured sarcasm? Sarcastic caricature? The following sentence is true. The preceding sentence is false.

I reserve one hour a day, no more and no less, for scoffing. Whether thumbing my nose at the latest from politics or books or music or stupid sitcoms with insidiously catchy theme songs, I like to maintain a purity of disparagement that, once wielded, tends to prolong its own instrumental value. On the other hand, I like to create big romantic notions of inspiring people and ideas I encounter. I like to Google the person/idea and read every single mention that comes up as a result and then order the oeuvre from Amazon and dive into it with Emersonian abandon. Then I make smaller-than-lifesize mashed potato icons and calcify them with cancer-metastasizing amounts of clear enamel spray.