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WTF prescriptionism

Posted by: meaplet on: May 7, 2008

A conversation I had yesterday set me thinking about the sorts of “grammar rules” one learns in high school. Unlike most of my peers, I did not read Strunk and White until some point in college, when my little sister gave me a copy as a gift. Instead, my primary guide was Lucile Vaughn Payne’s The Lively Art of Writing. (Yes, only one ‘l’ in the second syllable of “Lucile”.) This was a bizarre relic of my high school–all of the female English teachers of a certain age were obsessed with it and pushed it on us. By the time my sister was hitting the point of really learning to write (which, from my recollection, doesn’t happen in Willits until AP English) younger, more freshly educated teaches were prevailing, and so she learned to worship at the feet of Strunk and White.

This morning I pulled out my copy of The LIvely Art of Writing and started flipping through it on the bus, on the way to the chiropractor. I haven’t done much more than flip through it since high school; even so, it was surprising to see how much of my precepts on writing styles come from Payne (especially since I didn’t read the book until I was 17!). I remembered that she’s the one who finally taught me to transition gracefully from paragraph to paragraph using “hook sentences” and I remembered the unspeakable horrors of “due to” (on which topic I will elaborate later), but I didn’t remember in how much detail she talks about developing one’s own voice, or her incredibly helpful explanation of how to create a writing style that sounds as natural as the spoken word while not being colloquial. And it turns out my tendency of elaborate tabboo avoidance on the topic of touchy points like split infinitives, singular “they” and the like comes from her–she frequently says that a good writer can pull themselves out of traps by reformulating sentences entirely to get away from those constructions while not forcing an awkward alternative. This is something I used to debate about with Marjorie back when we were firsties–she always maintained that if something required complete rewriting to avoid, and wasn’t actually an error, I should just get over it, a view which I eventually came around to. (Did you see the preposition that ended that sentence? So there!)

I would recommend this book without hesitation to anyone learning hoping to take the leap between essay writing as it’s done in high school and essay writing as it’s done in college. But, as I’ve implied above, there are a few… quirks in the book that one should be aware of.

First, and most obviously, the examples are incredibly dated. This seems especially weird for someone who repeatedly points out that excessive colloqualism and talking down to an audience is a bad thing (“Some students use [slang] in the mistaken notion that it will make their writing sound informal. It won’t. It will merely make it sound juvenile. Or “cute.” Nothing is more repulsive in writing than cuteness.” [150]). Still, the book is filled with example sentences about sock hops and drag racing. Inexplicable. And, tragically, “cute.”

Second is her chapter “Odds and Ends and Means,” which is her big list o’ prescriptions. This is without a doubt the weirdest section of the book, because these prescriptions are… unusual. Things I’ve never seen anywhere else. She divides her rules up into the “Terrible Three” and the “Troublesome Twenty-seven” and I’ve provided some of the more unusual ones below, with commentary. Beware, Payne suffers a little bit of what the Language Log folks call “word rage.”

The Terrible Three:

1. The -wise suffix: Some day the barbarian who started the fashion of adding -wise to the ends of words will be identified, run to earth, and suitably punished—preferably by being forced to spend the rest of his life reading the compositions written by students who have followed in his footsteps. That would probably be best, justice-wise… Fortunately, the constant use of -wise is rapidly becoming a national joke, generally recognized as an expression reserved for the hopelessly square. In a few years it may be laughed out of existence. But it’s a good idea to avoid it like poison, meantime-wise. (146)

So, apparently it was laughed out of existance, because I think I first encountered the -wise suffix in the context of this admonition. I wonder if there really was an epicdemic of -wise in the 1960s, or if this was a case of the frequency illusion? Either way, it seems like a bizzare choice as the number one thing to avoid in terrible writing.

2. The type and type of habit: Throw these out along with -wise. It is particularly barbarous to use type as an adjective: I have the type father who loses his temper. Even with an “of” added (I have the type of father who . . . ) the expression is an assault on the ear of a discriminating reader.

3. Manner and nature phrases: Manner and nature are the pet words of the pompous, the long-winded, and the empty-headed. They are nearly always redundant. In a polite manner means “politely.” Comprehensive in nature (or of a comprehensive nature) means “comprehensively.”(147)

I don’t find either of these the least bit objectional, but again these seem somewhat unusual for inclusion in the top three of all Things One Should Not Do In Writing. Further, the main objection to both of these seems to be redundancy, which is also the case for #16 (“Always off, never off of“). Also #18 (“redundancies“), which covers strictly words that repeat the same meaning, as in “false illusion.” And #20 (“similar to: If you mean like, say like. Why beat around the bush?”) Strunk and White, I think, had it a bit better when they said to omit needless words. Payne here spends a lot of time telling us fervently which words are needless and should be omitted.

Now, on to select higlights of the Troublesome Twenty-Seven. A lot more of these are common complaints, or things that otherwise sound ungrammatical to my ear. Some, though, are quirky:

5. due to: A graceless phrase, even when used correctly, and it is almost never used correctly. Avoid it altogether. (148)

To this day I am too frightened to use “due to.” I’ve looked it up in a few different grammars, and I’m still not confident that I understand well enough what the “correct” way even is to use it without fear. (If I remember correctly, “due to” can only be used with a single noun and not with a clause. “The game was canceled due to rain” is ok, “I was late due to losing my homework” is not ok.) Sometimes I use it, assume I’ve done so incorrectly and wander around sheepishly as a result, even though no one else (including, in college, professors grading papers) knew that there was even a question about its usage.

11: indefinite pronouns (each, everyone, everybody, either, neither, nobody): All these pronouns are singular and must be treated consistantly as singular. You wouldn’t write “Everybody are taking their own lunch,” so you shouldn’t write “Everybody is taking their own lunch.” Their is plural. The sentence should be “Everybody is taking his own lunch.” (148)

It irks me here that she calls this section “indefinite pronouns” and not “singular they,” as the entire section is a rant against singular they. I’m not going to defend singular they here as others have already done it, and better, but that obfuscation irritates me. Acknowledge what you’re rejecting; don’t take it as a given that “they” is always and forever plural and then claim that people are incorrectly coordinating their sentences. I had professors who did this too. Don’t act like I don’t know the difference between singular and plural; tell me you don’t want to see singular they. It’s as simple as that, folks.

All quotations, for the record, are from Payne, Lucile Vaughn [Vaughn Payne, Lucile?]. The Lively Art of Writing. New York: Penguin Putnam, 1965. Go check out a copy from your local library, or buy it on the internets (I’d recommend a real live book store, but the odds that they have this book are vanishingly low.)

Week so far in review

Posted by: meaplet on: May 1, 2008

Remember that time when, instead of doing any work, I went to conferences all day and my chief business was to scmooze and make connections and take photos like the one below of MC Hammer? That was a sweet week.

Check out my album on Picasa for some other photos, including more celebrities.

It is surprisingly tiring, this conference thing. Cool though. At least now we’ve moved into much more specific stuff about the State of the Business and how we are going to change the State of the Business. That is way more interesting to me than general wishy-washy feel-good stuff about how we’re swell, have room to be even sweller, blah blah blah.

It’s funny. We’re in a state of a huge amount of change and drive right now, and while I am interested in a lot of the external forces that are going on, it’s the sort of businessy, advertisy things I never would have expected to find myself interested in in college. But however big the external changes are and may be (or, you know, may not be, in an over-hyped sort of way), it’s the internal process of continual change and improvement that I’m much more interested in. Is this narcissistic, being relatively uninterested in how Giant Merger will affect our customers, but being fascinated by the changing support needs and the ongoing process changes we will need to keep up with them?

I guess I’ve always been interested in process more than facts. It’s what made me such a good Parliamentarian back in the day. The patterns, they continue. The bigger picture, where will it go?

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Ok, one more thing: Happy Pangynaskia Day/Beltane/International Workers’ Day. Have some Internationale and silly conversation about Marx and Engels. And, for the balancing force, just a little bit of First of May.

Now that I have brought up Communism, I need to distance myself a bit from the potential that I myself am a Communist by quoting relevant dialog from my favorite movie ever (totally not because one of the versions of the Internationale you can download is performed by one of my favorite dead gays, Marc Blitzstein. If you trust me.)

Welles: Are you a Communist?
Blitzstein: [something to the effect of having been purged by Stalin, maybe?], but I’m faithful to the ideals of the party.
Welles: Well, I’m faithful to the party of ideals.
Houseman: You’re faithful to the idea of a party.

You get bonus points if you can identify the tag in my cloud that contains another quotation from this movie. I can sneak them in anywhere.

New domain

Posted by: meaplet on: April 17, 2008

Sorry, RSS readers! You got an unexpected surprise today in the form of all the entries you’ve read before… given to you again, as a bountiful gift from WordPress.

This is actually exciting news because it means that I spent my lunch break fiddling around and linking the blog to the meaplet.com domain, which I’ve owned for several months without using. So I’m happy I’m not wasting it any more. Next step: put something on meaplet.com itself, not just on blog.meaplet.com

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And another one thing

Posted by: meaplet on: April 16, 2008

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that I did some blogging elsewhere–and came out about my obsession with data.

At least I didn’t go into details about how Tax Day excites me because of the abstract thought of the amount of data that gets collected and the cool analysis you could do on it if you were in the IRS? Still not as cool as the census though–that fills me with nonstop thrills for months.

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Pliny the Younger: Blogger?

Posted by: meaplet on: April 16, 2008

In the updated version of his Safire’s Political Dictionary, William Safire traces “blogger” to mean something like “person who persuades opinions and communicates by the written word.” He claims that it goes back as far as Pliny the Younger. Now, when I first heard this, I thought it was total bullshit.

But the more I think about it (you know, over the last 20 minutes or so, so you know I’ve really had time to mull this over) the more I think that Pliny the Younger was totally the first blogger. At least, the Epistulae reads like a blog. Think about it…

::insert Wayne’s World hand waving and flashback noise here::

So, Mount Vesuvius across the way seems to be exploding, and my uncle is really obsessed. He’s going over there to investigate it scientifically. He got a boat and is sailing over there in the opposite direction from the sane people who are fleeing.

My uncle had a heart attack breathing all the ash spewing from Mount Vesuvius. Now I’m bummed, but on the bright side he was a cool old guy, if a bit crazy. What with the sailing over to Mount Vesuvius and all. [insert that line about it being so Vulcanic that it was like, a Vulcan-o from last week’s episode of Doctor Who, which would have been better if there were wacky Pliny the Elder hijinks in it]

So, there are like, these guys who are really into Jesus? They’re calling themselves Christians? And, like, I was just watching some people feed them to lions? And I think that’s, like, totally uncool?

OMG dolphins!

See what I mean?

(Tonight, when I actually have my copy of the Epistulae on hand, I will add the Latin counterparts of my brazen but more accurate than you might think translations)

Bernal Heights

Posted by: meaplet on: April 6, 2008

I spent today having bicycle adventures in Bernal Heights. I read last night that the loop around Bernal Heights is almost exactly one mile and a good place to do laps/hill training, so I decided to check it out. First, of course, that meant biking up to the top. I did a couple of laps around Holly Park for good measure, then I took Bocana past Cortland as high as I could go, which turned out to be up to Powhattan. I then scooted over to Anderson and got to the top.

Once I got up there, the view was amazing, and the biking was pretty good too. I could see as far as the Golden Gate bridge on one side, and well into Daly City on the other. The path is a relatively gentle curve down and up around the hill. About half of it is a street with a little bit of traffic, and the rest of it is in the park itself, and filled with families. For a while I was matching laps with a fellow how was jogging with a baby carriage and a dog, which was pretty entertaining.

After the biking, I took Ellsworth back down to the bottom (ish) of the hill for a round of Maggie Mudd’s ice cream. I really love my neighborhood, and I spend surprisingly little time there. I need to spend more, and maybe not alone some time (which means, I need to convince other people to come to me instead of my going to them or meeting halfway).

This is how we actually talk

Posted by: meaplet on: March 23, 2008

B: Why is it that none of the hand towels in our apartment ABSORB WATER?
me: Because that isn’t their intended behavior.
B: ::looks at me skeptically::
me: They’re from IKEA; they’re meant to be decorative, not useful. If you want water-absorption, file a feature request.
B: But then I’ll have to pay for the upgrade! 

Eyebrows!

Posted by: meaplet on: March 19, 2008

I have been thinking lately about eyebrows with emoticons. Once I started (attempting to come up with a way to indicate sarcasm via a raised eyebrow) I found that they’re incredibly expressive, possibly more so than their standard counterparts. A few examples:

ô_ō raised eyebrow (sarcasm/ dry joke)

ô_ô surprise

ò_ó anger

ó_ò sadness/pitiful eyes

So much is possible with different combinations of characters! And I have certainly gotten better at knowing where the special characters are on my keyboard as a result of this experiment. Eyes I still haven’t found a use for:

õ_õ (wigly eyebrows!)

ö_ö (wide awake with eyelashes?)

ơ_ỏ (no idea here, really)

ɵ_ɵ  (half-lidded eyes?)

And a final result of the experiment: attempting to mark every sarcastic comment I made with a single raised eyebrow lead me to the conclusion that almost everything I say over IM is sarcastic. This is about roughly equal to the fact that I’m just about always sarcastic when I speak. No wonder the whole “obviously lying voice” debacle of a few years ago, where everyone complained that they couldn’t recognize when I was making shit up, was such an issue–the frequency with which I say the opposite of what I mean to make a point is ridiculously high.

Civilization showdown

Posted by: meaplet on: March 17, 2008

Today, I had a most edifying conversation with my good friend Erica. I was showing her the brackets for the March of Time Madness.

Me: Victorian Era or Enlightenment?
Her: Enlightenment, for sure!
Me: Elizabethan Era or Dark Ages?
Her: Elizabethans!
Me: Viking Era or Minoan Greece?
Her: Vikings!
Me: Nooooo! Minoan Greece!
Her: Dude, the Vikings buried their dead in FLAMING SHIPS!
Me: Dude, the Minoans had the MINOTAUR.

Molly’s Karmic Rule of Mental Illness

Posted by: meaplet on: March 2, 2008

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(Based on Dan Savage’s Karmic Rule of Kink)

If you break up with the honest person with an anxiety disorder, you are destined to marry the dishonest schizophrenic.

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