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September 28, 2018
Wordsworth on Writing.
Writing--any kind of writing--is hard work. The most inspired "work moments" I've had are in this category: watching someone struggle with getting to the right word or phrase under pressure and when they are tired. The first time I saw it was watching a college daily editor--my roommate both in college and in DC for a while--struggle at 4:00 AM over a few words in the final sentences of a student reporter's story covering a public figure's on-campus speech.
He was also a student stringer for a well-known newspaper, and knew his bosses far away would see his article on the event. He had already phoned in the facts to an editor in Manhattan--and he had been careful to get those facts right.
The public figure had screwed the pooch; he had said some goofy and impolitic things that, given his government job, he should not have said, or said differently. The event was likely to draw attention from mainstream media around the country the next day.
And that happened. My friend, of course, couldn't have fully known in advance of any storms his piece might cause; I really doubt that would have mattered in his effort.
He still deeply cared, at four in the morning, about the writing--which was "good enough, but not quite there yet"--and it moved me.
Getting it right under pressure was--and still is--Steve's life. He later worked as a reporter for two national newspapers, and wrote a best selling and well-regarded book on international trade.
Writing, any kind of writing, is hard work--especially hard for those who are good at it, or even just care about it.
Wordworth's Muse: In the Lake District, you might hear "ghostly language of the ancient earth".
Even if you can't be perfect, and often you can't, please put your heart into it. Half-assed writing in any genre and in any profession--letters, reports, summaries, briefs, memos, anything written--means (1) you don't care, (2) you don't believe it and (3) I shouldn't read it--especially if I am a client, boss, judge or other "editor".
Typos? Missing words? Bad documentation/citation? Horrible grammar? Long rambling inefficient sentences that tragically hide great ideas and points? Not getting to the point early enough? Lazy writing?
It means you're either in deep personal crisis and should have someone else do it or--and much worse--you really hate what you are doing. You're telling me, the reader, "screw you, Jack". The former? You can always get back in the saddle. The latter? Time to get a new gig, don't you think?
*William Wordsworth
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September 22, 2018
Equinox: Druid much?
Ah, the Autumnal Equinox. Cultures and religions worldwide do get weird this time of year. They always have. It's called Mabon, Foghar, Alban Elfed, Harvest Home, Second Harvest, Fruit Harvest (especially SF), and Wine Harvest (Boston). What's Mabon, anyway?
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September 03, 2018
Unions
Why don’t people like Unions?
Good question.
In my first factory job in the 1970s one summer—at Keebler’s—I was a member of the union. Closed shop. On a Friday afternoon of my 3rd week I was asked by a union person in his official capacity to stop working so hard because I was completing 56 skids in a day and the average was 45. This, he said, made other workers look bad.
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September 01, 2018
Speech
I think free word choice—knowing that we are not constrained—goes to human consciousness itself.
Put another way, if Speech (and I mean ANY speech) is blocked off to us, just knowing that limits us. It limits our ability to fully think.
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