They bought me a screen door. I put in a maintenance request to have it installed, and when I came home at 8:30 p.m. last Wednesday, I noticed they had installed the door -- and left it and the sliding glass door open. At 8:30. My apartment was wide open. Really couldn't comprehend how a maintenance person could go to the trouble of locking the front door on his way out while forgetting to shut the side door in the first place. I spoke with the manager. I couldn't bring myself to yell, though. She was just too nice.
Malinda came up for Homecoming. We made it to the parade after stopping at Starbucks to fuel up, and I felt fairly old seeing the new pledges waste way too much time and energy on a float that only a few hundred people saw and that would be demolished only a few hours later. We also made it to the musical. The wonderful Dee had a great review (because the current Optimist arts editor doesn't do reviews???), and he was right about its self-indulgent ending. Our sixth row, dead-center seats couldn't be beat, though. Good seeing English and Taylor and others.
We took pictures on campus with the new scary statues, the cost for which probably could have helped a disadvantaged student out with tuition, meal plans, etc. Oh, dear Christian college. What will you think of next?
Back to work Monday. There were too many mistakes in Sunday's newspaper for our editor, so she implemented a new policy: At the end of each story will be a note saying who edited the story, wrote the headline, etc. It's rather tedious, especially because more than one person looks at a story and several people can tweak a headline, subhead, what have you. We thought about going as far as to say "Tonight's Lotto numbers were looked up online by Jeff, which took all of five seconds," but refrained. My co-workers and I think saying "This story was edited by Sarah" is boring. Some suggested notes:
* This story gave Sarah a headache, but she edited it anyway.
* This story was practically rewritten by Sarah, so much so that she deserves a byline credit.
* This story was the final straw for Sarah, who promptly quit after editing it.
* This story caused Sarah to gouge her eyes out with her pencil, making it the last thing she ever read. We hope it changed your life -- it sure changed hers.
I'll leave you with an interesting article on my current obsession:
"Language has always been important in politics, but language is incredibly important to the present political struggle," Colbert says. "Because if you can establish an atmosphere in which information doesn't mean anything, then there is no objective reality. The first show we did, a year ago, was our thesis statement: What you wish to be true is all that matters, regardless of the facts. Of course, at the time, we thought we were being farcical."
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Sounds to me like your editor is getting pissy because too many mistakes make her look bad, moreso than the person who wrote the articles in question. Think about it: when the average person finds a mistake in their local paper, who do they think should have caught it: the writer who had to hurry up and write the story before deadline, or the "editor" whose job it is to catch mistakes? By assigning blame elsewhere, your editor is trying to make it seem as though she is surrounded by incompetent flakes who can't use spell check, and it's not HER fault if everyone doesn't do their jobs.
(By the way, I found you through Daniel Carlson's page. I like what I see, so I'm staying!)
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