“Oh boy!”
Nom! Nom! Nom!
Nom! Nom! Nom!
Nom! Nom! Nom!
We all know how much Andy love, love, loves his Greenies!
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It feels like July is trying to break through when one day this week the high is predicted to be 69º F/ 20,6º C then a few days later it may be 89º F/ 31.7º C. I’m no heat lover, but this year I can survive, thanks to the replacement last year of the two worn-out air conditioners with new ones. At this altitude – 3990 feet/ 1216 meters above sea level – the nights mostly are cool so an open window above the bed can be quite pleasant for man and beast! I keep that in mind in case I decide fresh air trumps cool air-conditioned air.
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The yellow rose has faded largely for this year. That reminds me of a time when I was a high school student, 1966. I was in an advanced English class that got to study the literature and essays of the 19th Century Transcendentalism movement.
Our teacher wanted to give us a practical demonstration of the concept of evanescence, so she brought in a bud vase featuring one rose bud that had one job: during the course of the section of the lesson on evanescence, bloom, then drop its petals. How better to understand Ralph Waldo Emerson’s essay on the subject? Unfortunately, her bud failed to bloom, let alone finish the lesson by dropping its petals!
I believe our teacher took that as a failure to teach a lesson, yet half a century-plus later, I understand “evanescence“. Good job, Mrs. Petersen!
(P.S. Mrs. Petersen mentioned her annual listen to J.S. Bach’s “St. Matthew Passion” was how she got into the spirit of Easter. I tried it and understand. For anyone getting goosey because a teacher mentioned a religious work in a public school, Mrs. Petersen also was a member of my church. She mentioned this there. She was a very good and decent person on top of a great teacher, one of many I’ve been blessed with in my life.)
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Then there was the teacher who caused my class to rupture itself trying not to laugh when he transposed the first letters of the Mark Twain classic, “Huckleberry Finn“….
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My mother, who graduated high school in 1932, remembered a typo that caused a hoity-toity girl editor of the school newspaper (“The Spud – Keeps Its Eyes Open for News” [sic!]) extreme embarrassment. In honor of pioneers who’d settled the Nebraska Panhandle 50 years or so earlier, she wrote in an editorial that included this description of the spirit of those pioneers: “shiftless pioneers”.
Well, that’s what she wrote, but what appeared in “The Spud“, which apparently had its eyes closed to typos: “shitless pioneers”!
When I was on “The Spud” staff in 1965-1966, I went to the morgue (Newspaperese “for place where old issues are stored…”) and found the issue with this typo. My mother was proud of me! LOL! We had another guffaw over it.
As they say on newspapers:
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When I went to school in the 80’s, we still had ‘Bible As Literature ‘ as an Elective so your Teacher rocked!
Amazingly enough, children can be open-minded even if their parents are hard wired to freak out when something new pops up!
That is a funny typo. 🙂
A classic! The Linotype operator missed it and a young girl had to live with it for eternity! (My mother was good enough to pass it on to me and I committed it to the Interweb, where it will never die!)
Over here we call those kitties Roomba vacs. 🙂
I enjoy reading these walks down memory lane, Doug. Life in another time, and sensibility about things. Memory is a gift.
LOL! Yeah, that describes it better!
I am at an age when a good story gets told…over and over, getting more embellished each telling.
Chow down, Andy! Enjoyed reading your memories of school.
I’m at an age where my stories become more and mor embellished and refined into comedic masterpieces. Well, ai think so. LOL!
I had to laugh at the typos, so funny! Your home is much higher than mine at 2800 feet ASL!
Glad I gave you a life, John! They are mildly outside my G-rating, but the earth continues on its journey through outer space.
It will continue for a long time I’m sure.
Lest we forget, Andy love, love, loves his Greenies!
And Andy is unanimous on that, as Mrs. Slocum and her pussy (cat) might say!
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When I worked for a newspaper, we ended our copy with ###. 🙂 That is, until we got word processors, which didn’t require hashtags or editor’s markups because it was all done on the computer screen with the tap of a key. I don’t miss writing stories on a typewriter—I remember too well the typos that had to be corrected with whiteout, or the times where I would be going over my copy for errors and realizing I had made a gigantic mistake, resulting in the whole page being tossed out and re-typed all over again—but it seems to me that we were more careful as writers when we pecked out our stories on a Royal or IBM Selectric. My local newspaper is sometimes so full of typos, I fume while reading it. (It doesn’t help that most newspapers have gotten rid of the copy desk, assuming that spellcheck would catch all of the mistakes.)
Your description of Mrs. Petersen ought to be a reminder to those who think the liberal arts education should be replaced entirely by STEM subjects that the world of ideas lives in words and not just numbers and data.
One thing one learns about technology is it was created by fallible beings, so the limitations of their codes reflects their imperfection. I can reread my copy on this blog numerous times and not see screamingly obvious errors.
When I worked in hydraulic and industrial hose in the quality assurance department, one job my people did was verify that the stripe or tape used to mark the hose was correct by comparing the stripe ink wheel or the poly tape against a book with specification sheets showing what was required.
Totally competent people periodically missed errors, resulting in thousands of mismarked feet of hose. Since we made highly-engineered, expensive product, these errors sometimes resulted in scrapped product when the markings were embossed and permanent! Ink-striped hose had to be washed with solvent and run through the striper again when mismarked. Time IS money!
I remember well typing a long manual on an IBM Selectric typewriter. Though it had a correction tape feature, my finished manual looked like a poor typist made lots of mistakes that were corrected with an imperfect correction product! I ended up retouching the worst tape-corrected errors with the magic Whiteout!
I guess people who’ve had to proofread their own copy and serve as their own editors are more sympathetic for the poor newspaper hacks doing the same – and missing the most egregious errors!
I try to review my texts on this blog multiple times till curiously nonstandard sentence structures are edited into something readable. Of course, once I commit it to “Publish”, I still go back to redo or undo mistakes and awkward writing. Redundant texts are another goof-up I have to edit out! (NOTE: After I published this, I had to go back through to correct and rewrite many things!)
Amen on liberal arts education! If the world were to be full of little rote learners, it would be a dull, sad place. Kind of like the world being one governor of a southern state, is trying to create.
your teacher found a good way to bring something to you what stays forever… and it worked because you still know it ;O)
I appreciate it now, just laughed and mocked her failure then. Stupid teenager! Little did you know you were learning valuable lessons!
No-one forgets a good (or bad) teacher
They become immortal in their way! I was blessed with many excellent teachers.
You may find this interesting: https://derrickjknight.com/2021/09/21/a-knights-tale-36-some-schoolmasters/
A cricketeer (?), eh? I am one of those people who never was much of an athlete but am endlessly enthralled with films that feature little guys playing against competent athletes and winning.
A favorite of this genre I saw thanks to an Indian engineer who worked at my factory and lent me his copy of “Langaan”.
I know I’ve shared this with someone else – I hope not you! – because it is a really entertaining movie.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lagaan
Thank you very much for this link, Doug. I will definitely try to find it. You may know that cricket is a religion in India.
Yes, I get that impression!