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2005

Early Birthday

 

I’ve wandered the entire country eating lasagna. I’ve enjoyed a lot of variations and suffered many unfortunate interpretations over the years, but for my favorite of all time, I didn’t even need to go one step past the first place I ever tasted the stuff: Anton’s in Greensboro. Even without the cellar (it’s being “renovated”), it’s still my preferred place for an occasion dinner, like my pre-birthday visit to Mom and Dad last night…

Unrelated: I’m seriously considering dumping the Message Board because no one really uses it much anymore and because I’m tired of deleting all the poker and casino spam. Just an advisory…

Charlotte’s “Uptown” Magazine

I’m rather proud of my new rant on the really bad writing in Charlotte’s “Uptown” Magazine…

Sometimes I find writing so bad that the only way I can really react to it is to be amused by it. A new Charlotte-based publication, Uptown Magazine, has some of the very best bad writing I’ve seen in a long time. This is excruciatingly, painfully inept prose, the kind of crap that makes you wonder how they could spend so much on the graphic design and the glossy print job while not shelling out one thin dime for a copy editor.

If the conspicuously absent apostrohe and comma on the cover weren’t warning enough, the fact that the editor’s column is almost incomprehensible should be a frightening cue as to the quality of the publication. Let’s take a stab at re-writing the lines above, shall we?

How about “It seems like Charlotte is still suffering from a touch of ‘little sister’ syndrome, always borrowing her clothes from someone else.” for starters? That one was pretty easy. The second one will be harder, since I haven’t the vaguest idea what he’s trying to say. A wild guess would be “Teetering on the edge of something new, Uptown is there.” But I’m just not certain.

And as for number three, I have to ask, “So if you don’t WHAT already?”. Perhaps he’s worried that you “don’t got” some fried chicken. Or maybe, just maybe, he’s trying to say “if you haven’t done it already, go get yourself some Price’s fried chicken.”

Apotrophes which appear and disappear at inappropriate intervals are among my favorite pet peeves, and Uptown has managed to break numerous rules on one page here. Shane share’s? No. He shares. In this case, he’s also appropriately selfish and keeps his apostrophe to himself. And I think they really mean “where the city’s neighborhoods have been,” although I remain a little unsure.

The rules once again:

  • Verbs do not get apostrophes (“he runs“, not “he run’s“).
  • Plurals do not get apostrophes (“two months“, not two month’s“).
  • Possessives DO get apostrophes (Mike’s murder”, not “Mikes murder”).
  • If it’s a plural AND a possessive, the apostrophe goes at the end (“teachers’ lounge, not “teacher’s lounge” nor “teachers lounge”).

It’s very simple. And as for its and it’s, I’ll cross that bridge in a few minutes.

While I’m on this page, though, what’s the story with all these “growing up” clauses? I’ll attempt another rewrite or two here. Let’s go with “Having grown up in and around Uptown” or “After growing up in Virginia”.

Unless Shane are Lindsley are still in the process of growing up, or were still in the process when they did whatever they did in the second part of the sentence, the phrasing above is just plain wrong.

My god. What is that abominable first text box all about? Was one person talking? Two? Seven? And were any of them taking breaths?

When one employs dialogue, it is standard procedure to begin a new paragraph when each new person begins speaking. And if one can’t force oneself to do this, one might at least consider the occasional “Matthew said” or “Christina said” just to give one’s poor readers a clue or two.

And why use an inappropriate hyphen when a simple comma would be fine, not to mention correct?

On the other hand, this page is a comma lover’s nightmare. Box number one shouldn’t have a comma at all. Box number three needs its comma, but it should instead be where the semicolon is.

Box number two, alas, is wrong on so many levels that I’ll merely offer a correction: “Things are just too serious. Have fun. Spark your imagination.” Yes, there are three sentences there masquerading as one, although moving that semicolon over here from box three could conceivably have left them with only two, as in “Things are just too serious. Have fun; spark your imagination.”

Box number four is just so bloody stupid that it isn’t even worthy of a comment.

Ah, Cousin It. We meet again…

Again, some simple rules:

  • The possessive form of the pronoun it is spelled its. No apostrophe is involved.
  • The contraction of the phrase it is is spelled it’s.
  • Nothing, repeat nothing, is spelled its’. Its’ is not a word. Period.

This might be a good time to deal with some related issues:

  • The possessive form of the pronoun you is spelled your. The possessive form of the pronoun they is spelled their. No apostrophe is involved in either case.
  • The contraction of the phrase you are is spelled you’re. The contraction of the phrase they are is spelled they’re.
  • It’s yours and theirs, not your’s and their’s.
  • The word there refers to a place, not to a group of people or things.
  • Repeat after me: “You’re going to your room, but they’re going over there to their own.”

And why is there a question mark at the end of that statement in box number three? “I asked Allison Rogers” is not now — nor will it ever be — a question.

I’ve skipped some other glaring issues. I’ve spared you much of the actual writing, which is really bad even on the odd occasion when it’s more or less grammatically correct. And I was kind enough not to point out to the assistant editor that only the President of the United States is capitalized, no matter how much the president of some culinary academy may think he deserves to be capitalized too.

And I write this knowing full well that my own grammar, punctuation, and especially my typing skills are subject to attack. But I’m not an allegedly professional, glossy magazine with advertisers and such, am I?

These are bush league, amateurish mistakes, and there’s nothing whatsoever “uptown” about Uptown. If you can’t afford a copy editor, or a proofreader, or even the grammar checking feature in Microsoft Word, you can’t afford to publish a magazine.

Columbia and a Couch

As of last Thursday, we have a couch. This is a particularly good thing since random bouts of insomnia have caused both me and my hubby to sleep on it at least one each of the past five nights…

 

Also by way of update, we made a quick road trip to Columbia on Saturday. I’ve always liked Columbia, although I’m not sure I’d ever live there. Moving to South Carolina is a mistake an individual should only make one time in his life, and my time was in 1986…

All the same, though, it’s a picturesque sort of place, what with the 1920s neighborhoods around Five Points and the magical place known as Knox Abbott Drive across the river in Cayce, with its long-forgotten fast food and motel prototypes. Note the picture above, which was a Hardee’s design from the mid-1960s. There weren’t very many of them, but my hometown had one which has since been demolished. Columbia’s still exists. And I’m apparently still one of only two or three people in the world who remember when Hardee’s outlets looked like this…

Or maybe not. I just checked, and there’s finally a picture of one of the damned things on the history page of the Hardee’s website…

It was extra fun, though, that we managed to schedule our trip to coincide with the most intense thunderstorm in recent history, one which even managed to shut down the local paper. We got trapped in a Kroger store watching as some brave souls actually tried to enter their cars despite the fact that the water level in their parking spaces was above the floor board of their cars…

Fun Saturday, all in all, and I enjoyed test driving the new Oldsmobile…

Other random stuff:

  • In case you’re bored today: try this or this or even this. Sorry about slipping in that last one, but there are only eight shopping days left…
  • Congrats to Sister Betty and all your stairways, by the way. As a fellow Best of the Bay winner (1998), I welcome you to the club, and note with amusement that you don’t live there anymore either…

 

132 and Bush

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132 and Bush revealed…

Last night around 1AM, it was finally made clear to me — after many years of curiosity not quite bordering on obsession — that the famed intersection from the closing credits of Cops is in fact located in Portland, Oregon, and that the soundbite comes from a second-season episode featuring an officer chasing a surly juvenile delinquent around the southeast part of town…

Now I can go on with my life and maybe even get a job…

Bellsouth Sucks (Surprise)

How does Bellsouth suck? Let me count the ways…

I get home tonight and find that I have no dial tone. I try to call from a cell phone and (of course) all the repair service lines are busy. I don’t even get a recording, just an immediate, constant busy signal. So I go online to report the outage. I find the service request form. I fill in all the information. It won’t transmit; it repeatedly gives me a Javascript error telling me to enter alphanumeric characters only, but naturally it doesn’t tell me which field is the problem. After several minutes of trial and error, I get the wild idea that maybe I have to enter something in the extension field (because most residential subscribers are on Centrex systems with extension numbers, right?), so I list “0000” as my extension number, and the form actually transmits…

Not only can they not deliver phone service nor DSL. The fuckers can’t even create a simple HTML form that validates properly…

Bookstore?

After a little over a month, I think I’m pretty successfully reacquainted with Charlotte. I’ve learned which Food Lion stores I like and which ones are to be avoided. I’ve settled on the best local news channel. I’ve pretty much figured out which locations are best reached by using the trendy new beltway and which are better served by the ever-mysterious old standby Charlotte 4. I’ve found all the local Chick-fil-A locations and cafeterias, and even passable pizza…

What I’ve yet to find is a really good, fairly large used book store. Ideas? The one at Central and The Plaza is definitely NOT that bookstore, in case you were planning to suggest it…

Cross-country Family Stuff

I get to have my husband back tomorrow night, after nearly three weeks. I was thinking about it last night as I drove home from visiting my parents in Greensboro (and taking the really wrong scenic route, which gave me lots of extra time for thinking), and I’m pretty sure they’ve probably never been away from each other for more than a week or so at a time…

Of course, there was never family on the other end of the country in their case — other than me, and I was shared. In fact, all my aunts and uncles but one have lived within thirty miles of the towns where they were born for their entire lives. Men of their generation got their wanderlust out of the way in the military, but sometimes I think some of the women — my mom and my aunts — feel just a little regret at never having lived away for a while…

That said, I’m really glad my mom is at least comfortable traveling even if my dad prefers to stay at home. She gets around pretty well, and I keep encouraging her to blow my inheritance getting around even more…

Hotels

The latest from the City of Doom: the Board of Supervisors is considering yet another bit of reactionary legislation, this one aimed at the owners of the Fairmont Hotel, who want to convert a 1960s-era tower annex (not the historic, original hotel) into condominiums. It would apparently become illegal now to convert transient hotel rooms into residential units. Of course, there are already prohibitions against turning residential SRO hotel rooms into transient units as well…

Perhaps there should just be one city ordinance which forbids any change of usage whatsoever within any building in San Francisco. Unless, of course, that building is to be turned into a homeless shelter or a medical marijuana dispensary…

Where I Live

This is where we lived from June 2005 to June 2006. It’s a bland and soulless suburban apartment complex in Charlotte NC, and I loved it for a while. The old apartment had “character”. The new one had appliances, and plumbing that worked, and nearly twice as much space. In addition, it cost much less than the old one. What was not to love?

 

This ass the living room. It looked cozier and more comfortable once we got a couch. There was also a dining room. I’d never had a dining room before…

This was the kitchen and the dining room. The kitchen had a dishwasher and a disposal, and the doors led to a laundry room. We were very excited to have a laundry room. And in the dining room, you could see our lovely table and chairs from Wal-Mart…

This was the office. We finally had all out books in one place, and my collection of old radios was adequately displayed…

 

David’s desk and Mark’s desk…

 

This was the bedroom. It was more than twice as large as our old bedroom, which was about the size of the walk-in closet…

Finally, there was the bathroom. Actually the bathrooms. There were two. It was good…

And that was our home. Thanks for visiting…