Saturday, June 21st, 2008
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Ah, a trip down memory lane. I’ve been playing with Google Street View and was able to come up with a few of the residences that way. One thing I noticed is that I lived in only one dorm at prep school and only one dorm at college and both created quads.
The ol’ homestead has changed since I lived there. It looks odd raised the eight feet it has been. We lived much closer to the ground, which allowed the Atlantic Ocean to visit us five times. The joys of living at the beach. (more…)
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Saturday, March 1st, 2008
Sigh . . . folks love being proud of their alma maters. That’s fine, but it isn’t me. Mostly it stems from the fact I have no association whatsoever with my college. While it was a fine experience, a good school, etc., I have no ties to it. None of this is surprising, I didn’t even attend my graduation.
For the last decade or so, however, I have read the school’s newspaper online. They finally got with it and offered an RSS feed.
Every now and then something is written that catches my attention. Such was this week’s checklist for Spring Break. Not surprising condoms were on the list.
Pack condoms. We’re not implying that you’re going to have sex with strangers; we’re just going along with what MTV Spring Break has taught us since we were nine.
Plus, you don’t want to be stuck in a foreign country where you can’t read the label and end up buying a box of Wet Naps instead of Trojans.
Cute. Of course, what the hell are they teaching at this Luthern school that condoms are acceptable? Anyhow . . . after the advice of not flashing boobs I read:
Of course, if you’re trying to reverse that double standard where girls can’t be players, then the less names you know the better.
The use of less is problematic. Is there no editor? That’s not it, there’s a whole page of editors.
As I have noted before, fewer is used for things that are finite, less for those that are measured.
One of the things I teach my students is to listen to how the sentence sounds when spoken aloud. I gather Ms. Grinenko and Ms. Kaczmarczik are unfamiliar with this lesson.
When I attended Muhlenberg, Dr. Thornberg taught Freshman English. He was a crotchety old man. I liked him. While all the first years napped during his class, I recall him stating that he was talking at us. During a conference I reminded him that some of us (me, anyhow) paid attention and participated, therefore, he was speaking with us. He reminded me of my grandfather. I am certain he would be disappointed to know that less was used in a school publication in this fashion.
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Monday, March 2nd, 1987
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Friday, October 17th, 1986
I gaze
the rolling hills, the flowing trees
what beauty there is
there’s a haze or maybe it’s a light mist
it’s important only in the whole picture
somewhere I hear the singing of the birds
you can’t really imagine this . . . you had to be there
it was picturesque
it was perfect
I felt the oneness you’re suppose to feel
I saw the beauty you’re suppose to see
it was the way it was suppose to be
Then
I heard a horrible screeching
I looked and I saw an airplane
as my eyes followed the plane across the sky, it brought me to the electric lights (damn, they give off a terrible yellow glow)
after the lights I saw the cars in the parking lot
it was full and it was ugly
I next saw the power lines stretching across my picture
I followed one of them to a far off building
It was then that I realized I was leaning against a similar building . . .
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