(The Blog)

And now for a few words about words (and many other things)...

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The other March madness...

One of the first things I tell my students and their parents is that the only "best school" is the best school for you. Frank Bruni's piece in today's New York Times is exactly right:

[F]or too many parents and their children, acceptance by an elite institution isn’t just another challenge, just another goal. A yes or no from Amherst or the University of Virginia or the University of Chicago is seen as the conclusive measure of a young person’s worth, an uncontestable harbinger of the accomplishments or disappointments to come. Winner or loser: This is when the judgment is made. This is the great, brutal culling.

What madness. And what nonsense.

Read the entire thing.



Words fail me...

Contrary to the very premise of what I do for a living (and enjoyment), not every emotion or reaction can be expressed appropriately through words. That's more or less why the arts exist, why humankind has always created visual imagery, music, and dance.

Last night, the Kansas City Royals' wild wild-card victory in 12 innings was...wilder even than what I remember of their last postseason in 1985, when I was 11 years old. I don't paint, draw, or compose music, and I sure as hell don't dance, so I am left only with words. And I have none.

I need to come up with some, though, as I'm honored to have been invited to share my reaction on KCUR in just over an hour. I feel numb. Perhaps I'll talk about that.

UPDATE: I talked about that, and rambled on from there. I just hope I didn't sound too giddy. Those who may be so inclined to listen and judge for themselves may download the audio here--my part begins at about the 6:35 mark.



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"Weird Al" really gets it...

And now there's this:


"Word Crimes"

Weird Al gets it.