Dr. Language Guy Confesses

Dr LG Confesses

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Penitent Dr. LG:  Forgive me Father for I have sinned.

Reproachful Priest:  How long has it been since your last confession?

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Penitent Dr. LG:  Uh… well… it’s been a while.

Reproachful Priest:  That is okay, my son.  Tell me of your sins.

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Penitent Dr. LG:

Oh Father my sins are many.  I have tried to serve as a language maven but I have given misguided directions to my followers.  I have instructed them in better writing and diction but I have fallen victim to doubts and uncertainty.  I am beckoned by the siren calls of language change against which I have asked them to resist.  Not only that, these ideas seem to me quite normal and ones that should be incorporated into modern writing in place of their more stylistic but perhaps dated earlier forms.

Reproachful Priest:  ?

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Penitent Dr. LG:  Let me give you some examples of my transgressions.  I speak of the Oxford comma, the placement of quotation marks inside punctuation marks, and the split infinitive.

Reproachful Priest:  ??

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Penitent Dr. LG:

I’ll start with the Oxford comma.  As you may know, the Oxford comma (also called the Harvard comma or serial comma) is a comma placed immediately before the coordinating conjunction (usually and, or, or nor) in a series of three or more terms.  For example, we may punctuate three items as “A, B, and C” (with the serial comma) or “A, B and C” (without the serial comma).  Long have I railed against the use of the serial comma as unnecessary.  While the Associated Press Stylebook advises against it, many other style guides like The Chicago Manual of Style, Strunk and White’s Elements of Style, and the U.S. Government Printing Office Style Manual advocate its use.  How can I disagree with such an auspicious group?1

1 portions excerpted from Wikipedia

Then there is the placement of punctuation marks outside of quotation marks.  I have been told that “periods and commas always go inside quotation marks, even inside single quotes.”  Yet, fewer and fewer writers do this and I have a hard time explaining why they should.  Isn’t it easier to let the quotation marks set off the quoted or emphasized phrase and then end with the terminating punctuation mark?  Oh I fear these voices.

These same voices tell me that it matters not that I split my infinitives!  Is it any improvement or difference, they say, “to go boldy” than “to boldy go” where no writer has gone before?  The evil voices are winning, Father, they are winning.

Oh and I don’t even want to tell you how I refuse to give up the long-established habit of placing two spaces instead of one between sentences.  I know it’s wasteful of space but I cannot help but believe it gives better readability and I’m here to confess these and many other sins too numerous to mention.

Reproachful Priest:  [After a long pause]  I believe that you are at the wrong confessional, my son.

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Penitent Dr. LG:  Well, did I confess to you about how I once thought that Steven Seagal was a good actor?

Reproachful Priest:  I’m listening…

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Change my Gravatar, Please!

When I started my blog, I chose a gravatar to represent an old, grouchy curmudgeon.   Statler the Muppet seemed a good choice.  Now I wonder if my image as a Curmudgeon-at-Large needs an update.  But what should I choose?

Here are some possibilities concocted after a late night of heavy medication:

In order, they are:

Chad the Chippendale?, William Powell,
Caligula, Walter Brennan,
Fulgencio Batista, High School nerd,
William Henry Harrison, Tiny Tim,
Vlad the Impaler, Vlad the Impaler?! (Honest, this image came up when Googling Vlad the Impaler),
Jude81 (justmakingconvo’s boyfriend), Jude the Obscure,
BK Bacchus, Gangster Bacchus,
Grade B movie warrior (from veggie macabre), Gomer Pyle

What do you think?  I am open to suggestions.

In the meantime, I’ll stick with Statler   …or me with a paper bag over my head.

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Every day of my life, I read

Reblogged from Harper Faulkner:

Every day of my life, I read. I always have a book, or two, or three, or more in progress and since my Kindle purchase, those books are always near at hand. I have scheduled time that I read and I read while I am waiting. I never get impatient while waiting, because I’m reading and that is always a joy.

Read more… 542 more words

Mr. Harper Faulkner encouraged us, as bloggers, 1) to re-blog and 2) to read. I am obeying his command by re-blogging his post on why he reads. It expresses far better than I can the joy and pleasure of reading and why, as he puts it, "You are not entitled to not read."

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Dr. Language Guy Returneth

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The English language is rich, complex and idiosyncratic, filled with nearly a million words.  Yet, most of us – me – constrain ourselves to three to four thousand at most.  Although we should attempt to broaden our base of words, there are some words and phrases that we should just not use.

No, I don’t mean George Carlin’s The Seven Words You Cannot Say on Television.  A number of you drop f-bombs left and right.  Even I do occasionally, just not as effectively.

No, I mean those archaic forms or trite phrases that we don’t ever get right.  Ever.

Whence and Thence

Whence means from what place; from where.  Thence means from that place or therefrom.  Since the ‘from’ is already included, there is no need to add it in a sentence but we invariably do.  If noted authorities like the English legal system and author Jane Austen can’t get these words correct, what chance do we have?

“You shall be taken to the place from whence you came, and then hence to a place of lawful execution, and there you shall be hanged by the neck until you be dead, and afterwards your body shall be buried in a common grave within the precincts of the prison wherein you were last confined before your execution, and may the Lord have mercy on your soul.”

–The formal death sentence of the English legal system

“Away ran the girls, too eager to get in to have time for speech.  They ran from the vestibule into the breakfast-room, from thence to the library …”

–Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

From whence translates literally as ‘from from where’ and from thence as ‘from from that place.’  It’s nonsensical and redundant.  So, unless you are giving a formal death sentence (appropriate in certain circumstances) or speaking in literary circles like Jane Austen’s World, don’t use these words.  You’ll get them wrong.

Whilst and Amongst

Okay, you can use these words.  Whilst means while; amongst means among.  I just prefer while and among.  However, amongst friends, you may use these words whilst writing.

They control their own destiny.

How many times do I have to hear this phrase from ex-jock commentators?  “This team controls its own destiny.”  Even commencement speakers, like Dr. Oz, tell students “to control their destiny.”  Oh, yeah?  Destiny is defined as ‘the seemingly inevitable or necessary succession of events.’  If it’s inevitable, how can you control it?  You can’t.  Maybe you can affect your future but you cannot control your destiny.

It fell between the cracks.

“This legislation fell between the cracks” says some late night political pundit.  The space between the cracks is filled.  Between is defined as ‘in or through the space that separate two things.’  The space that separates two cracks in the floor is the solid area of the floor.  If something falls and is lost, it falls into the cracks, not between them.

Whilst you ponder on these words of wisdom before they fall between the cracks, Dr. Language Guy, in control of his own destiny, returneth from whence he came.

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What do you REALLY want?

We start our lives full of innocence and without pretensions.  Along the way, we start gathering aspirations – some small, others  grandiose – the ones that our parents or guidance counselor or life coach dream up for us so that we will, like Pavlovian dogs, salivate at the mere mention of them.

Of course we want to grow up to be all-star athletes or beauty queens or Phi Beta Kappa Rhodes Scholars or dot.com billionaires or rock star/athlete/movie celebrities with our own yacht and castle and gold Bentley.  Of course we want to write the next great novel.  Of course we want our children to grow up to be doctors or lawyers or CEO’s of Fortune 500 companies.

And we want to win the lottery.  And we want world peace, an end to hunger, weight loss without exercise…

But let’s get real here, folks.

What do you really want to achieve in this life?  I mean, really?!  When I started life, I had delusions of grandeur.  Now, in old age, I have delusions of adequacy.  I started life wanting to be a teenage Nobel prize-winning PhD Physicist.  Given the changes in my life, I’ll now accept unsoiled underwear as a major achievement.

So, what do I want?

  • I want to be an underachiever.
  • I want to be an Oscar-Meyer wiener.
  • I want to jam radio-free Europe in my Maiden-form bra.
  • I want to watch television for an entire week without, even once, seeing a commercial for vaginal yeast infections, erectile dysfunction or colostomy bags.
  • I want to fire Donald Trump.
  • I want the person who gives me the finger and cuts across my lane in traffic and nearly causes me to spin out and crash to end up being pulled over and ticketed by a state trooper so that I can give him the finger as I breeze on by at required speed.
  • I want the person whose dog always poops in my yard to receive a UPS package every day for a month with dog poop enclosed.
  • I want to live without hemorrhoids, heartburn or the heartbreak of psoriasis.
  • I want the sneering, smart-ass person who takes the last seat on the subway and won’t relinquish it to an old, doddering lady to be forced to fly from New York to Pretoria non-stop with the restrooms always occupied after being force-fed a diuretic (a really BIG diuretic).
  • I want a vitamin supplement that tastes like bourbon.
  • I want to have a day where I can answer every single question posed to me with the clarity, assurance and calm confidence of a Christian holding four aces at a poker table.
  • I want Rush Limbaugh to get laryngitis.
  • I want to see the Great Wall of China, the Taj Mahal, Petra, the Pyramids, Hagia Sofia and still be home in time for a dinner of shrimp and grits.
  • I do not want to be called old: I want to be called “certified pre-owned.”
  • I want a creamsicle.  A real creamsicle with a vanilla inside and an orange sherbet outside and not those fake ones without sugar or with some sort of ice cream substitute that tastes like cardboard.
  • I want to be part of a world where a chicken can cross a road without being questioned as to his intentions.

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  • I want to see Paris once more.  (The REAL Paris, not Paris Hilton).
  • I want to break even.

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So, what do YOU want?

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