Mary Norris (pictured) began working at The New Yorker in 1978, and
has been a query proofreader at the magazine since 1993, but she could have
been a comedian or relaxation therapist as she had me alternately laughing and
yawning. Her “behind the scenes” at The New Yorker were
interesting, and I loved her story about finding just the right pencil to mark
her proofreading. But a vast majority of the book is about commas, the use of
the F word, ellipsis and other obscure punctuation marks, why
Moby-Dick has a hyphen, and a lot of other things that will
mesmerize you and send you to slumber land.Saturday, June 6, 2015
Between You & Me: Confessions of a Comma Queen by Mary Norris
Sometimes the serial comma is required to ensure
clarity:
“This book is dedicated to my parents, Ayn Rand and God.”
And sometimes, as Mary says, “to give starch to the
prose.”
Me, I just like making the reader read the way I want
them to read. It’s a control thing. Fortunately, my editor tosses them. Believe me,
the original draft of this review had at least six more commas.
Mary Norris (pictured) began working at The New Yorker in 1978, and
has been a query proofreader at the magazine since 1993, but she could have
been a comedian or relaxation therapist as she had me alternately laughing and
yawning. Her “behind the scenes” at The New Yorker were
interesting, and I loved her story about finding just the right pencil to mark
her proofreading. But a vast majority of the book is about commas, the use of
the F word, ellipsis and other obscure punctuation marks, why
Moby-Dick has a hyphen, and a lot of other things that will
mesmerize you and send you to slumber land.
Here are a few fun punctuation jokes to fill out this
rather lame review:
Some people find inspiration in cooking their families
and their dogs.
A teacher wrote, "Woman without her man is
nothing" on the blackboard, and told the class to add the correct
punctuation.
All the boys wrote, "Woman, without her man, is
nothing"
All the girls wrote, "Woman - without her, man is
nothing"
Couples Salon - May 30
(left to right) Becky & Rob McEwen - Becky, a warm and genuine Austin gal with
deep Texas roots and five generations of family living in Central Texas,
happened upon Rob the tall and lanky kiwi on his global walkabout in 1978.
Using his consummate marketing skills and charming New Zealand accent, Rob
lured Becky back to New Zealand with him when he returned there in 1979.
Marriage, 5 years working for Pan American World Airways (Pan Am) and a baby
followed, until Austin seduced the couple to return in 1983. Becky pursued a
career in the mortgage industry and gave birth to a second child in 1988, while
Rob gave birth to a child of his own - a high tech marketing agency. Nineteen
years on and mutually burned out with their respective careers, Rob & Becky
sought a simpler life back in New Zealand, built a 5-star boutique lodgeoverlooking the majestic Lake Taupo and
began hosting travelers from around the globe. Becky
runs the lodge and offers massage therapy, while Rob has founded and currently
runs a charitable organization focused on electric vehicle education. Rob &
Becky have promoted small concerts in Taupo for 8 years, and Rob is enjoying a
lifelong dream of playing in a band, and sneaks off to local rivers with a fly
rod at every opportunity. Becky frequents the golf course whenever possible,
enjoys the walks and hikes of NZ, and is doting on their new granddaughter Emma
in San Marcos, where Rob and Becky’s two sons and daughters-in-law
live. Rob and Becky are two of our closest (and yet far off) friends. When
they traitorously moved back to New Zealand, we gave them the Texas flag that
flew over the Texas State Capitol the day Crouse and I were married, and
told them to bring it home some day. Since their sons are starting
families, I suspect that day is getting closer and closer, but not too soon for
us. We’ve shared some epic times together (what we can remember anyway), and we
look forward to many more.
Dean & Jeff Lofton - Dean began freelance writing covering women’s
issues in South Carolina in the late 80s. For 18 years in the southeast
and Texas Dean has led Write Your Life as a Woman - a community writing
class where they write with pen on paper and share in class. Her new weekly
radio segment, Write Now with Dean Lofton, which debuts in May on
“Writing on the Air” Wednesdays 6pm on KOOP 91.7FM, features writing prompts
and inspiration. In addition, she has recently performed spokesperson and other
on-camera / acting work. Dean also has a PR/media company, The Lofton
Agency, at Soma Vida, a co-working space for wellness and creative
entrepreneurs on E. Cesar Chavez. In her spare time, Dean is on the Austin
steering committee for Annie’s List, and she blogs,
where she shares smart ideas, many from her major health recovery made by
changing her diet. Jeff is a jazz trumpeter, composer and producer who leads
several groups and is known for his Miles Davis tributes. He has a new album
coming out later this year called Jericho and will launch a fundraising
campaign in May to finish it. His 2009 album “Jazz to the People” made the top
albums of the year lists by KUTX and the Austin Chronicle. He has weekly
residencies in Austin on Thursdays, 5:30 - 8:30 pm in the lounge at Ruth’s
Chris Steak House, and Sundays, 12-4pm, at Zed’s (Jeff Lofton’s Sunday Jazz
Brunch). You can stream music and enjoy a few free downloads at jefflofton.com. Jeff was voted
“Best Jazz Band” at the 2010-2011 Austin Music Awards during SXSW, and was
inducted into the Texas Music Museum. He also won "Best Horn Player"
in the 2013-14 Austin Music Awards. Dean and Jeff met in their home state of
South Carolina 11 years ago, and soon figured out they’d been in the University
of South Carolina marching band together 19 years earlier. They moved to Austin
in 2007 to be near Jeff’s daughter, who is now 13 and lives with them full
time. Dean is super sharp and Jeff is super talented, and their both just too
cool for school.
Kelvin Phillips & Carla Jackson - Kelvin has fifteen
years experience as a senior creative manager in some of the world’s largest
financial services companies, including Credit Suisse, Morgan Stanley, and
Dimensional Fund Advisors. A certified project management professional
(PMP), Kelvin teaches others how to use the time-honored methodology of the
Project Management Body of Knowledge to give shape to ideas and find the best
means to make them into reality. As an award-winning screenwriter, Kelvin has
written feature and short screenplays for many clients, and his work has
screened at numerous film festivals, on HBO/Cinemax, and is available online.
Kelvin also writes short stories, essays, and poems and is currently writing
the biography of his late mother. Kelvin received his Bachelor of Arts in Film
Directing from Howard University and Master of Fine Arts in Dramatic Writing
from New York University. Check out this brief from one of Kelvin and
Carla’s award-winning films, A Swinging Trio (which you can actually rent on Netflix.) A seasoned marketing and public relations professional with over
fifteen years of experience, Carla’s expertise lies with her ability to create
favorable business-to-consumer relationships for clients who have included
Austin’s Pro Arts Collective, Paradigm Shift, the Austin Community College
Center for Public Policy, Nike, the California Wellness Foundation, the
California African American Museum, On Your Feet: International Music and Dance
Festival, and the Hip Hop International Dance Championship. Carla
currently is on staff at Fordham University, where she is Administrator of the
Theatre Program. Previously, she served as Director of Marketing on
award-winning Broadway and off-Broadway productions, including August Wilson’s
Jitney and King Hedley. She received her Bachelor of Arts degree in Theatre
Summa Cum Laude from Fordham University in New York; and her Master of Fine
Arts degree in Theatre Management from Yale University. I met Carla when I
invested in one of her and Kelvin’s films, the wonderful documentary,
Black Sun.
Sunday, May 24, 2015
100 Things I Want to Tell My Children and Grandchildren: #12
In 1981 while managing a New
Mexico ranch, I discovered the previous manager had been murdered.
I’d been working on a copper exploration project around Van Horn and teaching aerobics in the Van Horn High School gym, and although that outdoors and easygoing lifestyle suited me, it did nothing for my upward career movement. It was in fact a sabbatical (associated with a tall, blond hunky engineer). During the day I got to bounce around in a beat up pickup absorbing some of the most beautiful country in Texas, and occasionally cataloguing and graphing core samples. Then in the evenings, I led a rag-tag group of cowgirls, mothers, grandmothers and teens in an hour-long dance and yoga workout to Rick James’ Super Freak and Steve Winwood’s Arc of the Diver. I wasn’t inclined to move back to “civilization” and pantyhose.
I’d been working on a copper exploration project around Van Horn and teaching aerobics in the Van Horn High School gym, and although that outdoors and easygoing lifestyle suited me, it did nothing for my upward career movement. It was in fact a sabbatical (associated with a tall, blond hunky engineer). During the day I got to bounce around in a beat up pickup absorbing some of the most beautiful country in Texas, and occasionally cataloguing and graphing core samples. Then in the evenings, I led a rag-tag group of cowgirls, mothers, grandmothers and teens in an hour-long dance and yoga workout to Rick James’ Super Freak and Steve Winwood’s Arc of the Diver. I wasn’t inclined to move back to “civilization” and pantyhose.
Then one morning, while scanning the El Paso Times, I came across an ad for a job: “Wanted, host/hostess – isolated mountain ranch – must be familiar with animal husbandry and horticulture.” I called the phone number in the ad, and drove to El Paso the next day to interview for the job – which I got. On a short flight to the ranch, my new boss, (who was piloting the plane), dropped a small bomb, “The previous manager of the ranch committed suicide, at the ranch.”
Then, during the drive from the tiny airport close to
the ranch, he told me the incredible story of how he acquired the property,
which was tucked into a high canyon adjacent to Lincoln National Forrest. He said the ranch was formerly
owned by a survivalist commune of around 150 families, who supported themselves
growing marijuana underground using grow lamps, and who were busted when the
FBI raided the place thinking Patty Hearst was being held captive there by
the Symbionese Liberation Army (see famous photo). The IRS garnished the land
for back taxes on all the money the commune made selling marijuana, and
auctioned the property, which my boss purchased. The commune's self-proclaimed
“Messiah” was sent to prison, but had recently been released and had been seen
around the area shoeing horses for a living.
For 8 months, I lived in a mountain paradise, raising a large garden, taking care of horses, exploring trails, hiking, and occasionally entertaining my bosses friends who would come for weekend stays to take photos, play cowboy/cowgirl, and soak in the wood fire-heated hot tub. The 5,000 sq. ft. main house, originally build by the survivalists as a tabernacle, was extraordinary. The gigantic kitchen with its hand-built pine dining table and chairs that seated 14, had a huge wood burning stove (on which I cooked) and a greenhouse on one end with a giant grapevine that grew up the rock wall built into the side of the mountain, across the ceiling of the kitchen, and sprouted hanging clusters of grapes. We didn't have electricity, so the house was lit by propane lamps and heated by wood-burning stoves. And in the bunkhouse was a rather large stain of faded maroon marking the spot where I was told Miguel’s life had ended.
Over the course of my unforgettable time at the ranch, and through an equally unforgettable set of circumstances, I discovered (I believed) Miguel had not killed himself, but rather was killed by a South African mercenary hired by my boss. I know that sounds unbelievable, and in fact I could be wrong. I often wonder if I should even be telling this story. If my accusation were ever brought to the attention of the people I believed were involved in the murder and cover up, I could be subject to legal action - or worse. But the knowledge haunts me, and so I continue to tell the story, concealing the exact identities, as a small token of justice for Miguel.
For 8 months, I lived in a mountain paradise, raising a large garden, taking care of horses, exploring trails, hiking, and occasionally entertaining my bosses friends who would come for weekend stays to take photos, play cowboy/cowgirl, and soak in the wood fire-heated hot tub. The 5,000 sq. ft. main house, originally build by the survivalists as a tabernacle, was extraordinary. The gigantic kitchen with its hand-built pine dining table and chairs that seated 14, had a huge wood burning stove (on which I cooked) and a greenhouse on one end with a giant grapevine that grew up the rock wall built into the side of the mountain, across the ceiling of the kitchen, and sprouted hanging clusters of grapes. We didn't have electricity, so the house was lit by propane lamps and heated by wood-burning stoves. And in the bunkhouse was a rather large stain of faded maroon marking the spot where I was told Miguel’s life had ended.
Over the course of my unforgettable time at the ranch, and through an equally unforgettable set of circumstances, I discovered (I believed) Miguel had not killed himself, but rather was killed by a South African mercenary hired by my boss. I know that sounds unbelievable, and in fact I could be wrong. I often wonder if I should even be telling this story. If my accusation were ever brought to the attention of the people I believed were involved in the murder and cover up, I could be subject to legal action - or worse. But the knowledge haunts me, and so I continue to tell the story, concealing the exact identities, as a small token of justice for Miguel.
Cluster Critiques
The Big Necessity:
The Unmentionable World of Human Waste and Why It Matters by Rose George
Rose George wrote another book I really enjoyed and
reviewed, Ninety Percent of
Everything, so I actively sought out
her other books and came across The Big Necessity, which in spite
of its highly unattractive topic, human waste, is immensely important as disease spread by human waste kills more people worldwide every year than any
other single cause of death.
In her quest to uncover the state of shit in our history and
our current world, George prowls sewers, quizzes sanitary engineers and visits
some of the most backward countries in the world revealing the huge, completely
unsolved and deadly problem of human waste disposal. Here are a couple of disturbing
facts sure to make your day:
· 2.6
billion people (4 in 10 people worldwide) do not have a toilet.
· A
child dies from diarrhea every 15 seconds (brought on by fecal-contaminated food/water).
In spite of the odious aspects of George’s
investigative reporting (i.e. helicopter toilets - plastic bag, poop, throw)
there are some incredible colorful stories of almost cartoonish characters whose
lives are dedicated to figuring out how to make inexpensive human waste disposal
available to people for whom toilets are way down on the list of priorities. In
fact, George has a singular talent for turning otherwise icky and boring topics into riveting tales. Okay, so maybe riveting to people like me who are
fascinated by such things. The Big
Necessity is a terrific toilet tome!
A Fine Romance by Candice Bergen
Candice Bergen is the daughter of famed Charlie McCarthy
ventriloquist Edgar Bergen. So what you might say. But if I say Candice Bergen
– you know, “Murphy Brown,” you might say, “Oh I love her!” A Fine Romance is Candice Bergen’s life
story, with a little about her emotionally detached parents, and a lot about
her deeply romantic courtship and marriage to famous French director, Louis
Malle (“My Dinner With Andre”), the late-in-life birth of her daughter, and her
multi-award winning stint as Murphy Brown.
Bergen doesn’t appear to hold anything back. Her description
of her and Malle’s dreamy and extravagant honeymoon in India, their life in
Malle’s French castle, and the jaw-dropping list of regular dinner guest, i.e.,
Richard Avedon, Mike Nichols, Nora Ephron, Elizabeth Taylor, Lorne Michaels,
etc. were entertaining and entrancing. One of the things that most impressed me
however, was the almost unbelievably grueling hours required of Bergen, year
after year, for her performance of Murphy Brown, and yet how very much she
appreciated being able to play that part. Her life seemed to be one of such
extremes – unfathomable luxury and very hard work. I found Bergen’s story
funny, frank and endearing.
All The Light We Cannot See: A Novel by Anthony Doerr
I tend to be a system-bucker. If everyone else says a book
is great, I raise an eyebrow and am suspicious. So I almost didn’t read All The Light We Cannot See, and that
would have been my loss. I’ve also tired of books set during World War II, and yes, I know we're destined to repeat history if we don't remember it. We’re a disgraceful species. I just wish we learned from our mistakes. But some books aren’t about the setting or the historical
circumstances within which they whirl. They are about ordinary people in
extraordinary circumstances and, if we're lucky, the spun gold narrative the authors create
around them. Such is the case with this book, which is so gracefully penned
that I almost didn’t care what happened next. I just wanted to read Doerr’s
enchanting descriptions of the thoughts and feelings of the characters.
I guess I should tell you what this book is about, and add
that it is a charming, heartwarming story that at times feels like a fairytale.
There’s WWII, and a French blind girl whose father builds a model of their
Paris neighborhood so she can learn to navigate to the museum where he works. There’s a
diamond with a curse. There’s a young orphan who is thrown by circumstance into
the Hitlerjugend (Hitler Youth organization). And there's the slowly unwinding
story of how their lives become intertwined, and the more common of war crimes -
the separation from loved ones, daily fear of death, and the loss of any
semblance of a future. All The Light We
Cannot See is the crème brûlée of 2014 books, simple,
luxurious and irresistible.
Stronger Women Better Austin - Women's Fund of Central Texas, March 2015
Please take a moment to read this March 2015, concise and stunning 8-page report "Stronger Women Better Austin" on the status of women in Central Texas, which was produced and published by Women's Fund of Central Texas. Here are a few facts about Travis County women from the report.
- 1 in 4 female-headed households live in poverty;
- Women's median earnings are 30% LOWER than men's across all levels of the education spectrum;
- Teen births -- 29%-US, 44%-TX, 49%-Travis County;
- Of 257 reported rape cases in 2013, 12 arrest were made;
- 50% of female homicides are the result of family violence;
- Very few CEOs of Austin’s largest nonprofit organizations and private companies are women and there are no women CEOs at the top publicly traded companies in our community.
When women do not reach their potential and/or are disenfranchised, children too suffer. The stats on Travis County children (included in this report) are equally heartbreaking.Gender matters. It isn't more important, but it is important. What can you do?
Volunteer for and provide financial support for organizations struggling to improve the above conditions.
Do not expect women to be perfect. Appreciate and encourage their strengths and forgive their weaknesses.
Support women.
Thank you Women's Fund of Central Texas for bringing these important issues to the forefront of our consciousness.
Monday, April 20, 2015
Dinner Salons
An Italian invention of the 16th century, a salon is defined by Wiki as “a gathering of people under the roof of an inspiring host, held partly to amuse one another and partly to refine the taste and increase the knowledge of the participants through conversation.” Famous 20th century salons include those of Mabel Dodge with Georgia O'Keeffe and D. H. Lawrence in Greenwich Village in NYC, Gertrude Stein who regularly hosted Picasso and Hemingway in Paris, and Andy Warhol, Patti Smith, Allen Ginsberg and many more, who congregated at the Chelsea Hotel, again in NYC. Crouse and I have hosted some awesome dinner salons recently. These are not particularly great photos, but the guests make the salon and these guests are the best of the best!
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