Me, Myself, and Ai-yi-yi

If the English Language was a hockey game, poor “myself” would be on the permanent disabled list. No word in the lexicon takes as brutal beating as that one, and that’s saying a lot considering all of the syntactical cross-checks being inflicted upon our vocabulary every day. Sadly, “myself” seems to be an innocent victim … Continue reading "Me, Myself, and Ai-yi-yi"

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Open letter to a Powell’s customer

Yeah, you, the one who has such essential dialogues that you can’t be bothered to look up and recognize that you’re standing in the middle of a primary traffic aisle and blocking me and my stroller (and half a dozen other patrons) from passing. Now I realize that strollers are a contentious issue, and there … Continue reading "Open letter to a Powell’s customer"

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