It's been a quiet week here at READ. We're getting ready for next year and spiffing up our blog so it will rev and shine like a corvette fresh from the carwash. Bry came across his great old entry that illustrates the pain I've been feeling lately. Make sure to read the comment too.

 

The more I work with words on a daily, hourly, ok constant basis the more words seem wrong to me. Earlier this week I stared at the word WORLD for 8 hours straight. No way, an R, L and D, how could it be? I asked myself. But the spell checker thought it was right. So I flew to Seattle to talk to Bill Gates about his screwed up program. I was still wrong. Bereft, (love that word) I sat in the rain and drank dark strong coffee and wrote poems about the way words should be.

If I were queen, I'd get rid of that consonant soup that bogs our minds and our books. All words would be clear rivers instead of murky pools of mud that trap your feet and pull you into despair.

Then I'd automatically know how to spell refrigerator and knowledge--not adding a "d" to the former and stealing it from the latter.

I'll end with this tip about knowledge. The only way I can remember to use that "d" is to think to myself "knowledge is like a bookshelf so put your books on that ledge."

 

Thanks for listening to my muddled mind.