{"id":227,"date":"2007-07-05T10:28:58","date_gmt":"2007-07-05T15:28:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rezio.net\/woa\/?p=227"},"modified":"2007-07-07T10:31:43","modified_gmt":"2007-07-07T15:31:43","slug":"we-face-typo-gremlins-daily","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rezio.net\/woa\/?p=227","title":{"rendered":"We face typo gremlins daily"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font size=\"2\">The world of deadline journalism presents challenges. On countless occasions, I&#8217;ve explained to a critical reader \u00e2\u20ac\u201d or an even more critical reading public \u00e2\u20ac\u201d that we at the Optic didn&#8217;t make the errors; rather, the typos resulted from something else.<\/font><font size=\"2\">Like the kid who swears, &#8220;Gee, Mom, I was just playing, and all of a sudden, the vase fell all by itself \u00e2\u20ac\u201d honest,&#8221; we&#8217;d like to hear from readers who say, &#8220;Out of the 20,000 words you printed today, 19,998 were correct.&#8221; But we seldom hear about correct spelling or punctuation.<\/p>\n<p>Without seeming like members of the Nixon or Bush administration, whose mantra is and was &#8220;mistakes were made,&#8221; rather than &#8220;I blew it,&#8221; let me acquaint you with gremlins that infest newspaper copy, usually after we&#8217;ve put the paper to bed, and quite often after a power failure, of which we&#8217;ve had our share.<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->Once the lights start to blink at the Optic, David Giuliani, our managing editor, shouts out, &#8220;Everybody save!&#8221; We all know that a computer crash occurs only when we&#8217;ve failed to save our copy. A sign above the computers in a desktop publishing lab at Highlands once read, &#8220;Jesus saves \u00e2\u20ac\u201d so should you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, the errors that are made \u00e2\u20ac\u201d I&#8217;d like to believe \u00e2\u20ac\u201d are purely external, caused by something or someone else. Of course, when someone else makes errors, we all wonder, &#8220;What were they thinking?&#8221; or &#8220;Why can&#8217;t they get their act together?&#8221; In our case, night-tripping fairies rearrange our carefully written copy, while we sleep. In the case of other papers, well, they just need to poofread more carefully.<\/p>\n<p>A long-time reader of the printed word is Elizabeth Bunch, who once showed me a copy of something that ought to go into the &#8220;What are we gonna do now&#8221; category. It was a front-page article in the Optic that read simply, &#8220;Couple loses grazing rights.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>On the surface, that sounds serious. We herd the husband and wife might have to mooove; maybe they developed psycowlogical problems, without even the opportunity to ruminate about it.<\/p>\n<p>And on reading a \u00e2\u20ac\u02dc70s glossary of then-contemporary terms, Elizabeth discovered the definition for &#8220;cake cutter.&#8221; Now we all know that the best way to cut a fresh cake is not to saw it, as if it were a piece of plywood. Rather, someone came up with a tool with very few, widely spaced teeth in a straight line. It works great and enables the user to break off a piece rather than smash it down by continuous sawing.<\/p>\n<p>In the \u00e2\u20ac\u02dc70s, when the Afro hairdo was popular, many young people carried a cake cutter in their back pocket. It was called that because it closely resembled the tool one uses on actual cakes.<\/p>\n<p>The definition Elizabeth showed me would qualify for the &#8220;But Doctor, I was born this way&#8221; category. It read: Cake cutter: a comb used by African Americans with widely spaced teeth.&#8221; We ask, &#8220;What does a person&#8217;s dental arrangement have to do with combing?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Susan Swan of Las Vegas, whose husband Dr. Van Swan, an OB\/GYN, made his share of emergency room visits at Northeastern Regional Hospital, caught an item in the Optic that qualifies for the &#8220;And don&#8217;t let us see you here again&#8221; category.<\/p>\n<p>The Optic boo-boo \u00e2\u20ac\u201d obviously the result of technical difficulties and not at all because the writer or editor failed to think \u00e2\u20ac\u201d described an assault on a local man. It reported that the victim who was transported to the ER &#8220;was threatened and released.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And we used to think a hospital emergency room was a place for comfort and relief!<\/p>\n<p>Eleanor Nelson this week noticed an item in the Albuquerque Journal that is sure to draw the attention of the financially strapped. We&#8217;re all aware of the exploding birth rates in third-world countries and how there&#8217;s an inverse correlation between the number of children a family has and its income.<\/p>\n<p>Monday&#8217;s Journal carried an item that qualifies for the &#8220;Now we can stop having \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcem&#8221; category. The headline reads, &#8220;Spay Clinics For Poor Residents.&#8221; Spay is the act of rendering a female animal infertile. The article mentions Las Vegas as one place the mobile van is headed this month.<\/p>\n<p>We wonder whether the birthrate of us human animals is so far out of control that it&#8217;s necessary to drive a mobile unit around the state to curb the problem.<\/p>\n<p>Strange how the word &#8220;poor&#8221; means not only impoverished but inferior. For years we just assumed the expression &#8220;poor teacher&#8221; was a commentary on the abysmal faculty salary schedule and not the teachers&#8217; fitness for the job. Often it&#8217;s both.<\/p>\n<p>But there&#8217;s also a third meaning of &#8220;poor,&#8221; this one referring to &#8220;unfortunate,&#8221; as in &#8220;the poor prisoner got abused.&#8221; We wonder which slant of &#8220;poor&#8221; the spay clinic article refers to.<\/p>\n<p \/><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The world of deadline journalism presents challenges. On countless occasions, I&#8217;ve explained to a critical reader \u00e2\u20ac\u201d or an even more critical reading public \u00e2\u20ac\u201d that we at the Optic didn&#8217;t make the errors; rather, the typos resulted from something else.Like the kid who swears, &#8220;Gee, Mom, I was just playing, and all of a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[2],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/rezio.net\/woa\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/227"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/rezio.net\/woa\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/rezio.net\/woa\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rezio.net\/woa\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rezio.net\/woa\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=227"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/rezio.net\/woa\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/227\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/rezio.net\/woa\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=227"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rezio.net\/woa\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=227"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rezio.net\/woa\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=227"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}