Let the Music Play

Sunday, April 08, 2012 1:20:31 PM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)
A Brass Choir accompanied our church choir this Easter morning (the 8:45 service was the place to be for this musical joy), and I enjoyed each song the trumpet, tuba, French horn and trombone added to our music. Of course.
On the way home, we discussed which instrument the boys would like to play when they get older. In working to steer Mark away from, "I don't want to play any instrument" or "I want to play the traffic cone" we wandered into the territory of large, low brass.
Baritone
Tuba
Euphonium
and, at last...
SOUSAPHONE.


"I like the sousaphone best," Mark said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because it's named..."
My mind jumped ahead in dread as I would have to explain the difference between SOUSA and SEUSS-A.
"... after a famous composer, John Philip Sousa," he said proudly.

And with that, I kneel in honor at the feet of Mrs. Saddler, Mark's music teacher.

Poetry, part I, by Mark

Thursday, November 12, 2009 10:31:11 AM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)
Doggy's Old Poem (by Mark) (do the lines in iambic, and you've got it):

He was walking through the store
And he saw a big saw.
He wanted to buy it
But he couldn't buy it at all.

Not sure where it came from, but Mark decided to make up this poem in the car today.
I guess I do know; I made reference to the James Whitcomb Riley poem, "When the frost is on the punkin"... as it was a frosty and foggy morning. And this is what he came up with -- not just old poets can make up old poems, apparently.

The Newspaper Folds

Monday, September 08, 2008 3:17:36 PM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)

My local newspaper is forevermore denying me the joys of its errors (as I noted in this sterling entry, as well as many other times to my family and friends) as of a week ago, when it published its last edition and went out of business, an announcement that left the community "overcome with shock and sadness".

Now. While the above phrase does seem a little strong for the demise of the only local newspaper (no one died, there was no question about the survivors, there was no blood... you get the idea), I am disappointed. Granted, this is where I got most of my copy-editing kicks -- serving as an editor of the MOMCC magazine is a bit more professional and doesn't include the stupid journalistic errors like "Teen: Wreckless Driving is uncool" -- and I made a lot of cracks about the shameful errors that made it past the editors' eagle eyes.

But, at the same time, it was the local newspaper.

Yes. The big-city paper nearby took over publishing the long-time Noblesville paper (we refer to it in 1886) and includes it in its end-of-the-week papers, but that really doesn't count. Sorry, but it's true.

Having worked in a memorable small-town newspaper in my youth, I do feel some loyalty to the paper that does its level best in the face of low funds, outdated technology, and a town full of, er, characters. I subscribed to my local paper despite the glaring editing errors and in the face of occasionally substandard delivery -- from missed papers, confused vacation orders, wadded papers shoved into the box... you get the idea -- because I wanted to read the paper that was produced locally. I didn't want to have to wade through the classifieds for all of the big city nearby. I got some good stuff through the local classifieds. Gramps could use the local classifieds to locate all the best garage sales. Will he care to wade through all of the big-city ones to find the ones near enough to go to? (He's very committed, so he might. :) )

But the thing that really bugs me about this is the "oh so full of regret" column in the big-city-published tabloid included in the big-city paper last week. "A worthy competitor" had stopped publishing, and we're all the worse for it.

Yeah. Cry me a river. Never mind that we subscribed to the big-city paper for Sundays only to get the weekly ads, but perhaps a year after starting our subscription, we received word that, as they would be publishing our "local" paper as an insert three days a week, we'd be getting those papers, too. For free. Oh, and all the rest of the week, too. For free. So for the past three years (anyway), we've been receiving two papers every day. What is the average consumer going to do? They're going to stop subscribing to the one they're paying for (especially since it was sometimes laughable), and they're going to continue to get sort of local news from the big-city paper. This doesn't take an MBA to figure out.

Yet that big-city paper pretends to be sad for the end of a (five-year) era.

Yeah.

Eye thing their knot vary sory.

Copy edit this.

From my local highly acclaimed newspaper

Thursday, December 20, 2007 8:14:09 PM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)

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Yeah, that's the front page.

(my advice would be, "see Dictionary, 'daze'", but, hey, who really cares?)

Vocabulary count

Wednesday, December 12, 2007 3:14:08 PM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)

Today Adam got to go visit the doctor for his month-late 15-month appointment. It didn't necessarily start out well when he screamed as if his head was being crushed when the nurse measured it with a brutal measuring band (he tried to pull it off). Such agony. Later he got four shots and cried less over that. Whatever.

The doctor asked if he has about 15 words in his vocabulary so I thought I would list them, having not really given any thought to how many words he has until she asked...

Dog
Horse
(Animal sounds: Baaaa, Woof, and Raaaah)
Mommy, Daddy
Mark, Brother
Grandpa (sounds a lot like "Dump truck")
Dump Truck (see "Grandpa"; this word applies to most trucks)
Tractor (also sounds a lot like "Dump truck" but is different)
Diaper
Zebra
Book, Read
This, That
Sentence: "I do it."

Yup. That adds up to about 15 words. And one sentence. Guess we're doing okay.

Love me some copy editing!!!

Friday, July 08, 2005 9:04:22 PM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)

This email was sent out on the system at a workplace whose name will not be mentioned, by a person in management. Obviously not in the education department.

[Coffee supply company] said they would be out this afternoon or tomorrow morning to stock the appropriate area's with [said company] product. They will also in the day's following be servicing and or upgrading machinery as needed.

Thank you all for your patient's

Perhaps the Dunce would like to take a stab at this one. Or not. In the meantime, I am going to sneak into that person's office and steal the apostrophe from the computer keyboard. This person really doesn't need it.

But I ask you: how much more abuse must the apostrophe endure? Now that it's on its last legs..., isn't it time to recognise that the apostrophe needs our help?

Lynne Truss, Eats Shoots & Leaves

I'll take a deep breath now and allow that many, MANY people don't have such an attachment to copy editing. And if you find mistakes or typographical errors (because I am not sure if I should call them typo's since it is an abbreviation of the above phrase), don't tell me. :)