Well, another summer gone. I held high hopes for this summer: it might be the last one with all my kids home. It didn’t go poorly, but I was absolutely swamped at the office, which made it inordinately difficult to enjoy the season.
I like to work, and I enjoy most of my clients, so I count my blessings, but I definitively would’ve preferred more leisure these last couple of months.
There are certain little things I can’t seem to remember. It’s been that way my entire adult life. One of them: Does one capitalize the seasons? The answer is “no.” Seasons are lower-case. Rule 7.74. Unless they are personified: “Then Spring–with her warm showers–arrived.” Rule 7.32.
Those are Rules from The Chicago Manual of Style, 14th Edition. It’s the guide I used when editing Gilbert Magazine and, though it is a magnificent tome, the only one I’ll ever buy. If they change the Rules, I’ll have to keep up with them via the Web.
The meddlesome threesome–Richard Durbin of Illinois, Edward Markey of Massachusetts and Richard Blumenthal of Connecticut–are at it again, but instead of tobacco, they’re aiming at energy drinks. Link.
Self-righteousness is a terrible thing. The self-righteous violate the first rule of human conduct: “Know thyself.” The self-righteous always think they’re acting for noble reasons when they are normally acting out of the basest self-interest. Trust me, I know this first hand. If you’re afflicted with self-righteousness, the only remedy is to become very small, St. Therese of Lisieux-like, and even then, it’s a hard road to recovery.
The best people in Washington are self-righteous. The others are self-admitted liars and thieves. And Washington has all the power. This country is in a bad way.Bookmark it: del.icio.us | Reddit | Slashdot | Digg | Facebook | Technorati | Google | StumbleUpon | Window Live | Tailrank | Furl | Netscape | Yahoo | BlinkList
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