Monday, November 23, 2009

Your Telling The Truth

Grammar is going from bad to worse. A student friend of mine got a B on a recent papre because while the content was an A the grammar was a C. Bad grammar can be grating to thus of us with good grammar. But I shouldn't cast stones. My grammar, when correct, is pretty instinctive, not conscious. I do what looks or sounds right and I probably get about an A- level of correctness. Which was my overall high school GPA. Nowadays, if one grows up texting and IM-ing, where speed and brevity trump grammar, and in an age when computers correct spelling, it's no wonder. But I think I'm old-school enough I prefer "your" and "you're" to be used in the traditional way rather than "your" for both.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Absurd Statement

I'm in Starbucks, which, for reasons unclear to me, we call "Starby's" or "Starbs."

The advertisement sign reads:

Wishing is what makes the holidays the holidays.

No, no, no.

It's factually wrong, etymologcally wrong, and also meaningless. Literally ripping out meaning while trying to convey a feeling that will entice me to purchase flavored coffee.

(Now, I'm a total hypocrite. They just offered me a sample of peppermint mocha coffee and I accepted without hesitation.)

So much for that keen observation bordering on rant.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

File Under: Center of the Universe

I donkt think itks my imagination that when I stand waiting for the bus with a group of people that the bus stops directly in front of my with disproportionate frequency. As if bus drivers instinctively know how important I am.

If only the rest of the universe followed their lead!

Monday, November 2, 2009

Crazy Man on the bus

Oh, New York.

I waited for the Limited bus.
To save time.

Who knew there would be a crazy, and it appears drunk man on the bus.

It started with the statement "all white people in the back."

Then he hit the window and spat. Not sure why. Then he almost got into a tussle with another passenger.

The bus driver stopped and asked if he could behave and then kept driving for a bit. This angered the other passengers who were not afraid to yell.

He stopped again near a cop car and 2 passengers got out t get the police. The man stumbled off before anyone came over.

It could have gotten violent. It didn't and I'm glad. It reveals the anger seething just below the surface. Not only in the man, but in the other passengers.

It's like 8:15 am. Angry already?