Letters to the Editor
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@William T and Spanglish
Forgot to say, I think your friend needs a new copy editor. I'd get sacked for trying to do that. We're meant to help writers clear the literary paths they're building, not drag them over to the one all the tourists have packed down.
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The Conservative Collapse?
This is what happens without proper planning. Since early 2003 I have figured that somewhere deep in the Heritage Foundation basement, some right wing splinter think tank group must be wargaming through a scenario in which the Iraq War blows up in their faces. I think the fact that their repudiation of Bush is all they have left is evidence that they didn't consider the possibility of failure and that refusal to consider alternative possibilities was further proof of their mindless worship of George Bush (anyone remember that off the wall CPAC poster?) Of course American memories can be pretty short without prodding from the Media.
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No doubt, no doubt
What can I say, IG? You're right, but you go to press with the copy editor your publisher provides, not the one you'd like to have. My friend says that some of the things she fixes were indeed broken; it's not that he isn't grateful for the help.
I should also say that years ago, when he was just a young guy trying to get anything published anywhere, I used to read his manuscripts and make mundane suggestions, the kind I wish someone would make for my stuff here, and I never found him as ego-invested in the purity of the text as many writers are.
The difference is that he hears those voices, she does not. She'd probably do fine for John Updike.
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@WT
>>The difference is that he hears those voices, she does not. She'd probably do fine for John Updike.<<
How true. Sometimes it's amazing anything gets published at all, it's such a crap shoot finding an editor who hears the work the way the author wrote it. At least he gets the final say--and it makes all the difference not to be ego-invested. I knew a writer once who was so angry at the copy editor's effort to change one comma that he refused to let the publisher proceed with production. Don't think he's still in print ...
Also met a former Penguin UK editor who said that, when an author nobody liked ("a real jerk") came to the offices (or printing offices?), they gave him a tour of the place and happened to be shredding a box of his unsold books at the time. Now THAT is torture.
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the wrong question
Glenn,
I ask you to consider why is it that the debate whether Bush lied us into the war always revolves around WMD and the intelligence, rather than whether he lied by stating reasons (WMD, democracy, etc) which were (are) smokescreens to shield the real reason - strategic considerations for protection of oil and/or Israel, or a show of force to intimidate would be 9/11ers, etc. ? Bush is getting away with hiding behind the intelligence, which ultimately was a red herring even if there had been WMD.
Also, I ask you to consider one other psychological factor in Bush's personality. Could it be that Bush has lived his life in reaction to his father because he has absorbed, all during his life, Barbara's animus towards GHWB ? At base, he's just a mama's boy mad at daddy for ignoring mommy.
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You bring a mule up a quarter mile lane? Hat-off or on- @ 2:37.
The joy of the Farmstead Garden Sal-om.
I just left: Amos, Isiah, Emily, Christina, Mee-mee, Michael, Skip, and ET. ceders...the most favorite human I know, my just turned 3- year-old, Granddaughter, is named, Annabella. She calls me Papa bebop.
I roll my eyes back into my skull head and say, "Cheetos Mia Momma Mia!"
Is a quarter mile "private" lane too scary and arduous of a trek? We have crawled up the mountain in winter sleet. A now dead Polka Dot pony would haul groceries. We had Polka Dot the pony, drag a yule cedar tree to celebrate Winter Solstice.
O, no be afraid of a few overhanging willow branches, or raspberry briar's, or low hung crackly Trees of Heaven. That tree is a soft-wood stinky tree which breaks very easily. You can't get to a heavenly paradise in the sky by clubbing a pungent odor Tree-brush. A tree that I'd call, frankly, the sweet-smelling mirth of 'ole sacred aroma, sacrificial, smoke fragrant incense, but needs to mix with rich resins of fragrant ole time frankincense?
Karen M: I picked a large bowl of yellow and white honeysuckle. My Granddaughter said, "Taste better than strawberries." They, are sweet and fun to secret, and thanks for a memory of a old Robert Frost verse.
It is a pleasure to dine, 'talk' and express the innermost treasures-thought, HERE. I like to scroll slowly K.M. because I enjoy (Karen M) not knowing who is being, at the moment, publicly, expressive. O, the cheetahs-Zoe-Zeke, saw-saw, up/down, a sea-saw, is always fun to me.
I, like you (?), need to indulge in rest and sleep. O, if this is not a sharing in the Horatia spirit of refined "natural simplicity," what is? It has been a windy day. If I could organize a scrabble-board game as the moon arises, wow.
That can be an infusion of goodness that is continually renewed (weed) day after day...
...LWM- No microwave. It is not food. A good scientist would advise: ""Soak yellow corn kernels in sea salt and wait for it to become puffy. What happens to grub after it is microwaved? It is a glob of a strange mystery.
Then, rather, chew a bowl of white hominy 52- bites-times (not a B- 52 bomb), and be one who nibbles Light, and playful, and very careful...Serious.""
("aisa' -- fate, destiny)...Don't eat the glass bowl. Indigestion.
Let us dine together, and sleep alone or with a lover, and appear as equel-simple. We are plain, mutual, and humans-fellows. It is written some Place, "The half has not yet been told about the future, and eyes have not seen, nor stuffed-up ears can't hear."
IT is In a unrevealed Future. (hint).
I need to read Salon's, Cary Tennis. The "Since You Asked" is so-so good for a three-course-meal supper's...blast. I always like to feel even freer...and I do enjoy other's daily banter and Light-heart verse...
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This is Not Gonna Go Down Well
bush is used to getting his ass kissed, people groveling and sniveling before him. He will have a very thin skin when it comes to his bootlicker base distancing themselves.
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About what no man can do:
A little thought should suffice to persuade even the most ideologically hidebound or thoroughgoingly prejudiced among us that no sentient human being is capable of being 100% wrong about anything.
Libertarian at Large
When I was in school, our entire study group got together to help one of us flunk the final exam in organic chemistry. We worked on it for quite a few hours before the exam, to the exclusion of all else.
While it might be true what you say, L@L, we left no stone unturned, and this guy was a pretty sharp chemistry student. He came damned close to proving you wrong.