May 072010
 

So this is my Friday night:  My wife is getting a massage, my daughter is at swim practice, my son is watching The Backyardigans and I’m eating leftover fried rice, having a glass of Napa chardonnay and reading Lynn Troyka’s Simon & Schuster Handbook for Writers. I’m honestly embarrassed by the frequent and glaring grammatical errors in my writing.  My previous advisors and Doug have correctly dinged me on this, and though I have my grammarian wife proofread all my packets, the errors remain.  I am old enough to have diagrammed sentences.  I am old enough to have been taught grammar by rote.  I remember grammar lessons, but the problems linger like some psychic scar from my childhood.  Did I repress those lessons?  Did I simply memorize and forget them because I never imagined they’d matter?  Anyway, this is a cautionary tale, I suppose.  There are probably better ways to spend a Friday evening, though to be fully honest, I’m kind of enjoying myself.

—Richard Farrell

  One Response to “My Friday Night”

  1. You were supposed to read Elements of Style, Strunk and White.

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