tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136589445348956692024-02-06T18:17:54.651-08:00Typo of the day for librarianslibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.comBlogger1874125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-48350519261227087782017-02-19T05:00:00.001-08:002017-02-27T18:49:28.980-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY_P4NM9mtt6FwLJjokLBWWKbcjvX3TEJ3sVfN8dhYysWQXvn7mWGsS-uBfdEH4KX9tpQZfwakqPALb5bePXgqeezRtGOBLZbR6wBOBXkALEAwMDr8xlHnxd8yQN0jouL499hdAUqKw8in/s1600/Tony+the+Tiger.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY_P4NM9mtt6FwLJjokLBWWKbcjvX3TEJ3sVfN8dhYysWQXvn7mWGsS-uBfdEH4KX9tpQZfwakqPALb5bePXgqeezRtGOBLZbR6wBOBXkALEAwMDr8xlHnxd8yQN0jouL499hdAUqKw8in/s200/Tony+the+Tiger.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>I used to think typos were kind of flaky and fun. They occurred fairly infrequently and were a bit of a challenge to spot. But now that Tweetin' Trump has made typos (not to mention depressing misspellings) so utterly banal, predictable, and quotidian, they barely seem to rate a mention anymore. (Sadd!) Anyway, since most of us have more important things to worry about right now—or unless and until the day we can make typos <i>great</i> again—I'm back in the saddle, but will probably only be posting here from time to time. Keep up the good fight and check back in once in a while. <b>Grreat*</b> (for <i>great*</i>) shows up twice in OhioLINK, and 90 times in WorldCat. (Bear in mind that some of these might be "alt" facts and proceed with caution.)<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Image of television personality Garry Moore and Kellogg's cereal character Tony the Tiger, 3 October 1955, from Wikimedia Commons.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-12407703553360448962016-11-08T05:00:00.000-08:002016-11-09T06:31:27.780-08:00Hilary Clinton (for Hillary Clinton)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I started writing this blog entry when I still felt sure that <i>Hillary</i> would win. I had something pretty <i>hilarious</i> planned. But sadly it looks like our prayers have not been answered. I had a friend one time who used to say that God was a Republican. Maybe he was right. In any case, it looks as if the country is a lot more "right" than most of us were willing to believe. Believe it or not, there were five hits on this typo in OhioLINK (if you put the name in quotes, 24 if you don't) and 421 (or 706) in WorldCat. Perhaps someday, with a little more prodding, God will decide to be one of us as well.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Screen shot of Kate McKinnon as Hillary Clinton on <i>Saturday Night Live</i>, November 5, 2016.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-6229550018298310342016-11-03T05:00:00.000-07:002016-11-06T16:24:50.190-08:00Sotland* (for Scotland*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZMhxRf6sSH4b0U0yxlR4lOOxVT2uutYr7Ag4JAhmWKK2Hep6bqG-JmvDxSb377H9sJRfNdsemhyphenhyphen6C0jsMxgYIsf33cHAYrn7gzyDVvKMZUhI63YlUBfNaOplyvqQtBIgbuvBECVu8IIF-/s1600/Lulu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZMhxRf6sSH4b0U0yxlR4lOOxVT2uutYr7Ag4JAhmWKK2Hep6bqG-JmvDxSb377H9sJRfNdsemhyphenhyphen6C0jsMxgYIsf33cHAYrn7gzyDVvKMZUhI63YlUBfNaOplyvqQtBIgbuvBECVu8IIF-/s200/Lulu.jpg" width="180" /></a></div>Today is the birthday of Marie McDonald McLaughlin Lawrie, aka Lulu Kennedy-Cairns and better known simply as "Lulu." <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lulu_(singer)">Lulu</a> was a rock and roll pop singer (her '60s singing style has been called <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue-eyed_soul">"blue-eyed soul"</a>) born in 1948 in Glasgow, <i>Scotland</i>. I ❤️ the fact that her first band was typographically and tongue-in-cheekily called "Lulu & the Luvvers." Lulu started singing as a young child and recorded a cover of the Isley Brothers' <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUpUGz6ppE8">"Shout"</a> at the age of fifteen. I'm not quite sure what it has to do with anything (although I'm quite sure <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2010/oct/16/lulu-family-values">it did</a>), but Wikipedia pointedly points out: "Her father was a heavy drinker." Lulu might not have exactly looked up to the old <i>sot</i>, but she did find an inspiring father figure and road to success with the 1967 film <i>To Sir with Love</i>, starring Sidney Poitier. We found this typo three times in OhioLINK, and 489 times in WorldCat.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Lulu happy with her new car, but sad she failed her driver's test. Photo found on the web.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-64378990084300281422016-11-01T05:00:00.000-07:002016-11-01T15:09:12.648-07:00Aplog* (for Apolog*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbWhT2iweewdDDN8VduuMxq3WD9m7P8Jtw5MUEtRvKrCUQiC51RGDpaUyv1v4KgcubuZQlLrQL3IeMcKqHXdX8BUtS0TSr3BZNmSHJpktiDqAcD8ib4aHugjouzMcDM099KHZyaJSxeO5/s1600/Don%2527t_upset_the_apple_cart_%252813037759755%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbWhT2iweewdDDN8VduuMxq3WD9m7P8Jtw5MUEtRvKrCUQiC51RGDpaUyv1v4KgcubuZQlLrQL3IeMcKqHXdX8BUtS0TSr3BZNmSHJpktiDqAcD8ib4aHugjouzMcDM099KHZyaJSxeO5/s200/Don%2527t_upset_the_apple_cart_%252813037759755%2529.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Hey, sorry! Typo of the Day for Librarians, as you've probably noticed, has been on hiatus lately. I <i>apologize</i>. Or as Donald Trump, by way of <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sYGjoUcusM">Alec Baldwin</a>, might put it, "<i>apple</i>-ogize." In any event, I'm back now and will be posting here again—perhaps intermittently, as I work to right my recently upset applecart. Fall is a fine time for both apple-picking and apple-polishing, though, so if you've been missing all those shiny Grade-A typo suggestions the past few weeks, why not try your hand at this one? <b>Aplog*</b> (for <i>apolog*</i>) was found five times in OhioLINK, and 463 times in WorldCat.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(<i>Don't Upset the Apple Cart</i>, Framingham, Massachusetts, 5 October 2013, from Wikimedia Commons.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-7006716370894087562016-09-29T05:00:00.000-07:002016-10-14T13:20:07.468-07:00Goddd* (for Godden, Goddess*, etc.)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In a recent posting about the book <i>Tomboy's Doll</i> by Charlotte Steiner, I mentioned a critical review in <i>Kirkus</i>, which itself mentioned the 1954 classic by kidlit goddess <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rumer_Godden">Rumer Godden</a>: "How much wiser is <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Impunity-Jane-Rumer-GODDEN/dp/0333040082">Impunity Jane</a>?" testily asks the reviewer. True enough, to be sure, but a little misleading, perhaps, since Tommy and William (in <i>William's Doll</i> by Charlotte Zolotow) are people, and Jane (and Amanda) are dolls. But just like in the 1972 Zolotow book, the human friend of <a href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d3/dd/b7/d3ddb7361aff202f0f8556f808307a6a.jpg">Impunity Jane</a> is a boy, not a girl. Set in Victorian England, it's the story of a lonely dollhouse doll that winds up in the pocket of a young lad named Gideon, who is endowed with the ability to "hear doll wishes" and decides to take her on some exciting adventures with his pals. He is predictably teased for being a "sissy," but Jane manages to win over the little gang of haters, and eventually her pocket protector sadly but dutifully returns her to her original owner. There is nothing distasteful, wrong, or politically incorrect about dolls per se, as I hope we have demonstrated here, and they should be loved more and by more people, not less or fewer. But for Godden's sake, let's at least try and spell everybody's name right. There were two instances of today's typo in OhioLINK, and 54 in WorldCat.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Illustration from <i>Impunity Jane</i>, by Rumer Godden, taken from the web.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-9932482807093293202016-09-27T05:00:00.000-07:002016-10-14T13:12:58.859-07:00Stien* + Stein* (for Stein* or Stien*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The other day, I came across an old children's book I'd randomly picked up during a recent eBay buy. It's called <i>Tomboy's Doll</i>. I couldn't find much out about it on the web, other than a snarky review from <a href="https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/charlotte-steiner-7/tomboys-doll/"><i>Kirkus</i></a> and one fulminating comment ("Sexism at its finest!") on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/tomboys-doll-charlotte-steiner/dp/B005FT4X1S">Amazon</a>. I found it rather charming, though, for my part, and really pretty "liberating" for its day. Upon reading it through a second time, I saw that the copy I held in my hands had once belonged to the "Grouse Creek School" and—<i>yes</i>, I thought, free associating, what a bunch of grousing, PC pedants some readers can be! First of all, I think one should always keep in mind <i>when</i> a book was written and by <i>whom</i>. Never be blinkered by an ahistorical agenda. And secondly, try and remember that books like these are the stories of individuals, not object lessons for the masses, though they often do contain a bit of a "moral." Charlotte Steiner was born in Vienna in 1900 and emigrated to the United States in 1938 while fleeing the Nazis with her family. She was a 69-year-old woman when <i>Tomboy's Doll</i> was published. This was three years before Charlotte Zolotow wrote the much-praised feminist favorite <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William%27s_Doll"><i>William's Doll</i></a>, in which a young boy is eventually allowed to play with a doll (because, his parents reason, it may help him become a better father when he grows up). In Steiner's book, the protagonist is a little girl named Mary Louise, but everyone (including her mother) calls her "Tommy"—obviously her preferred name and an apparent variant on the word <i>tomboy</i>. (The working title had been <i>Tommy Tomboy's Doll</i>, which seems to underscore even more clearly the importance of self-identification.) The Amazon reviewer complains that Tommy's "mother forces her to play with a doll" and "in the end, everyone is happy because she was forced into a gender normative role." But that's really putting it too strongly, I think. Tommy's mother does give her a doll, but Tommy is "confused" because she doesn't "know how" to play with it (suggesting it's the first one she's ever had). She and her best friend Billy experiment by using it as a shuttlecock in badminton; tying it to the cherry tree to scare crows away; giving it a ride on the back of the farmer's dog Max; teaching it to "swim" in Billy's wading pond; and making it the "victim" in a game of cops and robbers. Tommy's mom (who presumably is also the person who bobbed her daughter's hair and bought her all the "boy" toys and teeshirts and blue jeans and so forth that you see her in on every page) does little more than mildly point out, "That's not how you play with a doll" and clean the thing up a bit. Eventually, Tommy manages to bond with "Amanda" after the two of them get lost in the woods (which she probably does by modeling her mother's own equanimity and empathy toward her) and starts "playing" with the doll more properly. Nowhere is it implied, however, that she's about to give up any of the other toys or games or personal style she's come to favor. Perhaps nowadays, we'd have to have the parents calling Tommy "he" or even treating her like a "gender non-conforming" doll herself, swapping out old parts for new ones that presumably fit better. Like the disgruntled Amazon reviewer, I'm being a little sarcastic there, but back in 1969 (the year of the Stonewall riots, and three years before the debut of <i>Ms.</i> magazine), this book surely would have been in the feminist forefront, celebrating the idea that a girl can be just like Tommy (the dedication reads, "To Nora, my tomboy friend") and just as unconditionally loved. It would also seem to be saying that "tomboys" (and perhaps even regular boys) can learn how to love and nurture other sentient beings (or their stand-ins) while still climbing trees, playing with trucks, and throwing balls. We used to call that being "well-rounded." (Tommy appears to be a pretty good artist too. Is that a drawing of Amelia Earhart hanging on her wall??) There were 29 cases of <b>Stien* + Stein*</b> (for <i>Stein*</i> or <i>Stien*</i>) in OhioLINK today, and 250 in WorldCat.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Illustration from <i>Tomboy's Doll</i>, by Charlotte Steiner, 1969.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-184872936377240502016-09-22T05:00:00.000-07:002016-09-22T14:23:55.918-07:00Fedl* + Feld* (for Feld* or Fedl*)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_JcsOOG1_AocLS0o-OD78L9Uou2-hQV-osDJes5KyUf0O8rj2_lRPLXbhPHw0Qy0SVWn4baeE6G8QOLebBxBglLkCU_LFOosaWjCpdPe12QvADe_PAKnSusvDY1QGUV0OYGYEX_2ccVSG/s1600/Barbara+Feldon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_JcsOOG1_AocLS0o-OD78L9Uou2-hQV-osDJes5KyUf0O8rj2_lRPLXbhPHw0Qy0SVWn4baeE6G8QOLebBxBglLkCU_LFOosaWjCpdPe12QvADe_PAKnSusvDY1QGUV0OYGYEX_2ccVSG/s200/Barbara+Feldon.jpg" width="136" /></a>I was browsing online for something like the wonderful <a href="http://librarytypos.blogspot.com/2011/03/typwrit-for-typewrit.html">typewriter-key earrings</a> I once bought at a local museum (then promptly gave away to my niece) and was pleased to find a number of websites with <a href="http://www.typewriter-key-jewelry.com/typewriter-key-earrings.html">similar ones</a> for sale. I was immediately drawn to one <a href="http://www.typewriter-key-jewelry.com/typekey-jewelry/ea_113.jpg">pair</a>, each earring featuring the number 9 with the open parenthesis sign—and even more beguiled after reading the tagline accompanying them: "For those 'Get Smart' fans who dreamed of being Agent 99, here's your chance. A great set of cream keys on sterling silver 925 wires..." Challenge accepted! (<i>And loving it!</i>) When I was a kid, my girlfriends and I would occasionally act out the characters in the TV spy show <i>The Man from U.N.C.L.E.</i> and the spoofy sitcom <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Get_Smart"><i>Get Smart</i></a>. I was "Agent 99," the beautiful, level-headed partner of the addlepated 86 (played by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Adams">Don Adams</a>), whom 99 liked to call "Max" in this incredibly sexy purr. I think we somehow felt that the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbara_Feldon">Barbara Feldon</a> role was the least important one (its being the only female one), but she might have "gotten smart" a whole lot faster than her more masculine colleagues in espionage. Agent 99, whose real name was never revealed on the show, holds the interesting distinction of having been the "first woman on an American hit sitcom to keep her job after marriage and motherhood." Let's keep Ms. Feldon's surname (and many others) intact as well. <i>Would you believe...</i> there were three cases of <b>Fedl* + Feld*</b> (for <i>Feld*</i> or <i>Fedl*</i>) found in OhioLINK today, and 30 more in WorldCat? Help defeat KAOS in our catalogs by acting to CONTROL this typo today!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Poster with Barbara Feldon as Agent 99, taken from the web.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-44158005384258455742016-09-20T05:00:00.000-07:002016-09-20T14:31:30.014-07:00Forword* (for Forward* or Foreword*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-ITN9O1GOkD_1fdlqBr3nP57y1Gpu5tCw-EhUYM3NLUisHCrJzuhRbpXqeQUlSGExxXkAsMaQWs7w2QpQpPUuYI5bLeX0XIOr6OFiYvhkDE2uuN4kJi10bStiQCEhKMEfcvnU2Ac-FYc/s1600/Inez_Milholland_1913_two.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="139" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-ITN9O1GOkD_1fdlqBr3nP57y1Gpu5tCw-EhUYM3NLUisHCrJzuhRbpXqeQUlSGExxXkAsMaQWs7w2QpQpPUuYI5bLeX0XIOr6OFiYvhkDE2uuN4kJi10bStiQCEhKMEfcvnU2Ac-FYc/s200/Inez_Milholland_1913_two.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>After getting such good results with our typo last time, we're going to go <i>forward</i> today with a related one. Let's just say that the hits are quite numerous and our subject quite luminous (that is, "shedding light; bright or shining, especially in the dark"). <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inez_Milholland">Inez Milholland</a>, born August 6, 1886, was the "most brilliant, beautiful, iconic feminist you never heard of," according to a recent <a href="http://wamc.org/post/new-documentary-traces-life-suffragist-inez-milholland">segment on NPR</a> about a new documentary called <a href="http://inezmilholland.org/celebrating-inez-milhollands-birthday-in-lewis-new-york-by-filmmaker-martha-wheelock/"><i>Forward Into Light</i></a>. The title is taken from a protest sign she carried in her first suffrage parade on May 7, 1911: <i>Forward out of error — Leave behind the night — Forward through the darkness — Forward into light!</i> These stirring words were to become the official slogan for the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Woman%27s_Party">National Woman's Party</a>. New York University Law School (which she attended at a time when most other colleges were barring female students) has honored her with the "Inez Milholland Professorship of Civil Liberties." <a href="https://allpoetry.com/Repetitions">Carl Sandburg</a> and <a href="http://bactra.org/Poetry/Millay/To_Inez_Milholland.html">Edna St. Vincent Millay</a> both wrote poems in her memory. Inez Milholland (whose last public words were, "Mr. President, how long must women wait for liberty?") is often thought of as a Joan of Arc-like martyr to the feminist cause; she keeled over from sheer exhaustion and pernicious anemia while exhorting her listeners from a speaker's dais on October 22, 1916, and died a month later in the hospital. The 19th Amendment, granting women the right to vote, was finally passed in 1920 and it's sad that this passionate champion of our rights didn't last long enough to see that day. But Inez Milholland's <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Inez_Milholland_memorial_service_-_Congressional_Union_for_Woman_Suffrage.jpg">shining spirit</a> and political legacy will live on forever. There were 598 cases of <b>Forword*</b> (for <i>forward*</i> or <i>foreword*</i>) found in OhioLINK, and "too many records found for your search" in WorldCat.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Inez Boissevain, wearing a white cape, seated on a white horse at the suffrage parade in Washington, D.C., 1913, from Wikimedia Commons.")</span><br />
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librarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-25801912283042926172016-09-15T05:00:00.000-07:002016-09-16T13:43:16.421-07:00Foreward* (for Foreword* or Forward*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTEVfGr-RXIdK487c6oqTJMGzy7_nU4uspUD69304drtf1sKAlM4cTGnR6OjVFypaIawuRd2piahhkhMR9DlDjpnWHa6cXAkd8YPbPOY500Wnm7oOaKScIxIP4xv41zgAyYJrbA8MDTETu/s1600/The_uncivilized_races_of_men_in_all_countries_of_the_world%253B_being_a_comprehensive_account_of_their_manners_and_customs%252C_and_of_their_physical%252C_social%252C_mental%252C_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTEVfGr-RXIdK487c6oqTJMGzy7_nU4uspUD69304drtf1sKAlM4cTGnR6OjVFypaIawuRd2piahhkhMR9DlDjpnWHa6cXAkd8YPbPOY500Wnm7oOaKScIxIP4xv41zgAyYJrbA8MDTETu/s200/The_uncivilized_races_of_men_in_all_countries_of_the_world%253B_being_a_comprehensive_account_of_their_manners_and_customs%252C_and_of_their_physical%252C_social%252C_mental%252C_m.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>With a typo like <b>Foreward*</b> today, I was tempted to write something about Ward Cleaver, America's favorite dad on the late great Eisenhower-era sitcom <i>Leave It to Beaver</i>. Ward is the strong, silent, somewhat suave, and slightly sardonic sort (<i>suburbane</i>, in a word, if I may coin a new one, which I guess I just did!) He's played by the late actor <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugh_Beaumont">Hugh Beaumont</a>, whose surname means "Beautiful Mountain" in French. "Ward has few interests at home," according to Wikipedia, "other than monitoring his sons and spending evenings after dinner sitting next to his wife on the couch in the living room reading Mayfield's daily newspaper, the 'Mayfield Press' ... Ward plays golf at a local country club, and attends church." Alas, as I now recall, I've already blogged about Mr. Cleaver <a href="http://librarytypos.blogspot.com/2014/11/sinclair-babbit-for-sinclair-babbitt.html"> here</a>, so I decided to skip it this time and move on to something different. And this story that I found (from around the same time in history) really could not <i>be</i> more different. So with that little <i>foreword</i> dispensed with, let's begin in the lushly forested, but sadly struggling, country of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Papua_New_Guinea">Papua New Guinea</a>. The <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fore_people">Fore People</a>, a traditionally peace-loving aboriginal society, also had the seemingly unsavory habit of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cannibalism">ingesting their dead</a>. They're certainly not the only people on earth to have ever engaged in this practice, and their <a href="http://www.npr.org/sections/thesalt/2016/09/06/482952588/when-people-ate-people-a-strange-disease-emerged">reasons</a> for it, in fact, may have even made a bit of sense. In any case, it was a commonly engaged in ritual there well into the twentieth century. The government banned "mortuary" or "funerary" cannibalism in the 1950s, after a neurological disorder known as <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuru_(disease)">kuru</a>—transmitted through contact with or the consumption of infected human flesh—had reached epidemic proportions. Fortunately, though superstitions linger, over fifty years later, forward-thinking reformers have led to a happier, healthier Fore people. We got 2,179 hits on <b>Foreward*</b> in OhioLINK, and "too many records found for your search" in WorldCat.<br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">("The uncivilized races of men in all countries of the world; being a comprehensive account of their manners and customs, and of their physical, social, mental, moral and religious characteristics," by Rev. J. G. Wood, with new designs by Angas, Danby, Wolf, Zwecker, 1871, from Wikimedia Commons.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-62432725172181613092016-09-13T05:00:00.001-07:002016-09-15T11:27:04.965-07:00Baskt* (for Basket*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6e_6wEodis9TpJCtKsih9q1bCrk-mQS2YYanIeMWfDIiBfaZUr77dUr7hJxYKTag5eIv8sHYnJEWzas0aW0RelL8R8FEAFBC_WAvwPVWjcAfmrivUuwI1MBo59eYLlf4Ye7U029qlEGFn/s1600/Hillary-Clinton-Basket-of-Deplorables-Screen-Grab-575x323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6e_6wEodis9TpJCtKsih9q1bCrk-mQS2YYanIeMWfDIiBfaZUr77dUr7hJxYKTag5eIv8sHYnJEWzas0aW0RelL8R8FEAFBC_WAvwPVWjcAfmrivUuwI1MBo59eYLlf4Ye7U029qlEGFn/s200/Hillary-Clinton-Basket-of-Deplorables-Screen-Grab-575x323.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Today's typo blog entry may be a little bit more of a "group effort" than usual. I was curious about Hillary Clinton's colorful phrase "a basket of deplorables" to refer to the percentage of Donald Trump supporters who would probably be considered—by most standards, if not their own—to be racist, sexist, homophobic, or xenophobic. So I started to search the web for an answer and straightaway came upon this marvelous <a href="http://www.lawyersgunsmoneyblog.com/2016/09/where-does-the-phrase-basket-of-deplorables-come-from">thread</a> of conceivable origins, suppositions, usages, analogies, ad hoc humor, and other excellent examples of wordplay. One online commenter tells us: "Hillary just called ~30 million Americans 'deplorables' to keep up with Trump calling ~11 million illegals 'deportables.'" Another reader suggests that "it's a riff on 'binders full of women.'" One says: "Many have asked what the collective noun is for Trump supporters, a la 'a murder of crows.' This would seem to be a good suggestion." And yet another one remarks: "'Basket of X' as a general collective sounds like econometrics talk to me (like the 'basket' of goods used to calculate the CPI). My guess is that it's a new coinage influenced by that and 'parade of horribles.'" (According to the language columnist for the <i>Wall Street Journal</i>, <a href="http://www.slate.com/blogs/lexicon_valley/2016/09/12/hillary_s_basket_of_deplorables_has_some_fascinating_legal_antecedents.html">Ben Zimmer</a>, "parade of horribles" can be traced back to mid-19th-century New England, "when austere parades of 'ancients and honorables' held on Independence Day were spoofed, burlesque-style, as 'antiques and horribles.'") Like the number of plausible presidential candidates we're currently faced with, plus the number of weeks that there are in a year (no matter how long it's <i>felt</i> like), we found a couple of these in OhioLINK this morning, and a <i>basket</i> of 52 deplorables in WorldCat.<br />
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Carol Reid librarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-46002201718289918472016-09-08T05:00:00.001-07:002016-09-09T09:26:48.534-07:00Porblem* (for Problem*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipH6sCsZYc2GYEFaG4A85DSmcHX_qs3h4rE-RnuuMgd4ayMiU4xtGsxHoxNqES2_qPYo9Fk2VD-BCRgjq6JmWyZHIZ2FiPomyksTrVTxtLGYlq3bt-jB5QUdl351fKNpYOcPz8U66WiBj2/s1600/West_lonelyhearts.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipH6sCsZYc2GYEFaG4A85DSmcHX_qs3h4rE-RnuuMgd4ayMiU4xtGsxHoxNqES2_qPYo9Fk2VD-BCRgjq6JmWyZHIZ2FiPomyksTrVTxtLGYlq3bt-jB5QUdl351fKNpYOcPz8U66WiBj2/s200/West_lonelyhearts.JPG" width="137" /></a></div>For some of us, it can be a bit of a <i>problem</i>. They say you shouldn't give advice unless you've been asked for it; some would advise you not to take too freely the advice of others; and most would concur that it's unwise to act as one's own counsel in a court of law. But when you tire of "trying cases in the media"—which is to say, <a href="http://www.uexpress.com/dearabby/2016/8/29/woman-copes-with-anxiety-by-filtering">reading yet another</a> grim or gruesome story in the news—you can always turn to the frequently helpful and often delightfully written "advice column," a genre made famous in the 1933 novel <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miss_Lonelyhearts"><i>Miss Lonelyhearts</i></a> by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nathanael_West">Nathanael West</a>. Born Nathan Weinstein, West set the stage, as it were (the film version, <i>Lonelyhearts</i>, starring Montgomery Clift, recently aired on TCM), for a slew of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Advice_column">"agony aunts"</a> to come. Though some are still published in the paper, most advice columns today can be easily found online. The mere salutations in a letter to Cheryl Strayed (<a href="http://www.vulture.com/2014/12/10-best-dear-sugar-columns-cheryl-strayed-wild.html">"Dear Sugar..."</a>) would probably start melting your problems away before you could even put down your pen. Some of my other favorites include <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Judith_Martin">"Miss Manners"</a>; <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emily_Yoffe">"Dear Prudence"</a>; <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dan_Savage">"Savage Love"</a>; and, though she hasn't made it onto Wikipedia quite yet, "Dear Carolyn" (along, of course, with any grammar ones I can get my hands on). Long gone, but eagerly consulted as well, were Cynthia Heimel's <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cynthia_Heimel">"Problem Lady"</a> and "Since You Asked" by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cary_Tennis">Cary Tennis</a>. My advice to you is to take <i>all</i> their advice, even if somebody else had to ask for it first. And don't thank me. It's no <i>problem</i>. Today's typo turned up five times in OhioLINK, and 266 times in WorldCat.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Cover of first UK edition of <i>Miss Lonelyhearts</i>, from Wikipedia.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-2399738376963672252016-09-06T05:00:00.003-07:002016-09-07T10:07:24.436-07:00Campagin* (for Campaign*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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No matter how you feel about Hillary Clinton, you have to admit her <i>campaign</i> ad "Just One Wrong Move" is absolute genius. In it, a male narrator gravely intones: "In times of crisis, America depends on steady leadership, clear thinking, and calm judgment. Because all it takes is one wrong move. Just <i>one</i>." This is hilariously interspersed with video clips of Donald Trump totally losing his you-know-what on camera. Regardless of whatever happens in November, Hill will always have the comforting memory of this colorful ad, in which she gets to use the words <i>crap</i>, <i>shit</i>, and <i>fuck</i> (rendered "crap," "shó_t," and "fuó_k" in closed captioning—with the latter two bleeped, which somehow makes it all the more alarming), while painting her panting opposition with his own blustery brush. There were ten occurrences of today's typo in OhioLINK, and 144 in WorldCat.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Caricatures of Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump, from Wikimedia Commons.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-45781115985956734942016-09-01T05:00:00.001-07:002016-09-02T14:16:42.983-07:00Foreset* (for Forest*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvrnikEypLRFSjeQzw08-Er-hd9D4X3jcNHlnfYCuuARYB0vz2tHCsgiDeMeZjFsOgLiRFE3FVvKwB89etxVnXxezqo7dnZ9RPJF2O_WtMk3o8M3c-Z5mYQ1IdCZRG1Vf8YqCgMQqP0GJt/s1600/Soldan-Brofeldt_A_cow_in_the_meadow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvrnikEypLRFSjeQzw08-Er-hd9D4X3jcNHlnfYCuuARYB0vz2tHCsgiDeMeZjFsOgLiRFE3FVvKwB89etxVnXxezqo7dnZ9RPJF2O_WtMk3o8M3c-Z5mYQ1IdCZRG1Vf8YqCgMQqP0GJt/s200/Soldan-Brofeldt_A_cow_in_the_meadow.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Albany's long-running and award-winning alternative newsweekly, <a href="http://librarytypos.blogspot.com/2015/11/altantic-for-atlantic.html"><i>Metroland</i></a>, sadly bit the dust last fall and ever since we've been forced to settle for an ersatz substitute. The other day I grabbed a copy of this new and unimproved rag and decided to check out the crossword puzzle. And let me just say this: I've seen some pretty weird things, and even an outright <a href="http://librarytypos.blogspot.com/2016/04/inpact-for-impact.html">error</a> or two, in crossword puzzles before, but this one really takes the <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Winter_Wedding_Cake.jpg">____</a>! Because, while there might not be any <i>official</i> standards in this regard, clearly there are some unwritten <a href="https://trickme.wordpress.com/2007/08/26/17-puzzling-thoughts/">rules</a>. (Basically, if the answer is an abbreviation, a foreign word, a slang term, or a quote, that fact needs to be somehow signaled by the wording of the clue. Other than that, though, pretty much all is fair in love and <a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f8/Loose_lips_might_sink_ships.jpg">___</a>. And therein lies the fun!) But Rule #1 has got to be this: The clue and the answer can not contain the same word. Nor (one would have to assume, and by extension) any other "form" of the word. Yet here we have a puzzle that appears to violate that <a href="https://crosswordhobbyist.com/how-to-make-a-crossword-puzzle">sacrosanct rule</a> (see 9c)—really a sacred trust with the reader—not just once, or even twice, but four separate times! So let's review them, shall we? "High acidity" (HYPERACIDITY); "Creating of forests" (AFFORESTATION); "Lands filled with pine trees" (PINERA); and, last but not least, "Child's name for a cow" (MOOCOW). (I was about fixing to have one myself, at that point, as childish as it sounds.) The creator of this puzzle was well-acquainted with the dictionary, but impervious, it seems, to the charms of a thesaurus. Crossword puzzles use up a lot of paper, so how about planting a "fir tree" next Arbor Day, in a <a href="http://librarytypos.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-10-2008-woood-woudl-etc-for.html">"wooded area"</a> (a "grove" or a "thicket," let's say) with soil of "low alkalinity." And with "what a baby might call Borden's <a href="http://librarytypos.blogspot.com/2015/06/esli-elsi-for-elsi-or-esli.html">Elsie</a>" standing by. This crossword puzzle was not all pointless and annoying redundancy (Boo, for example, was cleverly clued "You stink!"), but I had to boo it anyway. Three strikes and you're out. Or maybe that's an <i>F</i>—for too many <i>forests</i>. There were two cases of <b>Foreset*</b> (for <i>forest*</i>) in OhioLINK today, and 304 in WorldCat.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(<i>A Cow in the Meadow</i>, by Venny Soldan-Brofeldt, 1919, from Wikimedia Commons.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-78144287674181239702016-08-30T05:00:00.000-07:002016-09-02T07:38:22.580-07:00Poision* (for Poison*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7seT-WBd0hTKQ6Hm4fPzPUtzlozK8f7AouIK-5p0A9Vibh4PsSDcRq6nCBmIi5spLgIQ7vetzFxSXlEl5rNLb0zYs7SC-7_D0YCjYcqF3mx-vxh0eF7whcyCK7SQsLegR6MHFPqLUW_t/s1600/Drew_Barrymore_2_by_David_Shankbone_cropped_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7seT-WBd0hTKQ6Hm4fPzPUtzlozK8f7AouIK-5p0A9Vibh4PsSDcRq6nCBmIi5spLgIQ7vetzFxSXlEl5rNLb0zYs7SC-7_D0YCjYcqF3mx-vxh0eF7whcyCK7SQsLegR6MHFPqLUW_t/s200/Drew_Barrymore_2_by_David_Shankbone_cropped_2.jpg" width="145" /></a></div>Drew Barrymore starred in a 1992 film called <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poison_Ivy_(1992_film)"><i>Poison Ivy</i></a>. This photo isn't from that movie, but I do like her shiny green dress here, a bit like the foliage of the dreaded <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toxicodendron_radicans"><i>Toxicodendron radicans</i></a> itself. According to local author <a href="http://anitasanchez.com/">Anita Sanchez</a>, in her 2016 book <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Praise-Poison-Ivy-Astonishing-Dangerous/dp/1630761311"><i>In Praise of Poison Ivy: The Secret Virtues, Astonishing History, and Dangerous Lore of the World's Most Hated Plant</i></a>, there was once a time when poison ivy was highly prized and its seeds "almost literally worth their weight in gold"; it would take but about an ounce of the plant's active ingredient (urushiol) to sicken thirty million people; and, while many animals eat and touch poison ivy, only humans (about 85% of us) get the itch. Birds apparently spread it, and appear to be doing so right now in downtown Albany. Which is why a friend who lives there is currently reading this book: partly out of appalled curiosity, and partly to learn how to identify the accursed thing. For most folks, poison ivy is like a distant childhood memory (remember those festive pink spots of <a href="https://67.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcx8eljH0G1qdbvbgo1_500.gif">calamine lotion</a>?),which just goes to show how much more in touch with nature kids are than adults. Or <i>were</i>, anyway. Now there's probably an app for that. And if there isn't one, maybe there should be. We could call it "Poison Ivy Mon Go!" We caught ten cases of <b>Poision*</b> (for <i>poison*</i>) in OhioLINK today, plus 206 in WorldCat. <br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Drew Barrymore, from Wikimedia Commons.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-62743124571525087682016-08-25T05:00:00.000-07:002016-08-30T09:52:57.056-07:00Afternon* or Afternooo* (for Afternoon*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just saw a great 2013 doc called <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3091304/"><i>The Dog</i></a> about the making of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dog_Day_Afternoon"><i>Dog Day Afternoon</i></a>. Based on a true story, the original film (starring Al Pacino and <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Cazale">John Cazale</a>) tells the tale of a bank robbery attempt and hostage-taking in Brooklyn, New York, on August 22, 1972. The following night, I returned to the <a href="http://themadisontheater.com/">Madison Theater</a> in order to watch <i>Dog Day Afternoon</i>, not for the first time, but for the first time on the big screen. The differences between the two films were striking, as were the similarities. The original was simply a great movie with amazing performances, but according to the documentary, only "about 30%" of it was true. <i>The Dog</i> is really more the story of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Wojtowicz">John Wojtowicz</a> himself, and one that is far more steeped in the early days of post-Stonewell activism and euphoria than one might otherwise think. It's also interesting to ponder the many ways in which both bank robbery and gay marriage—if you will pardon the awkward linkage there—have changed over the past four decades. Both films are highly recommended, with points for overall excellence, gender politics, and 1970s-style nostalgia. <b>Afternon*</b> (for <i>afternoon*</i>) got three hits in OhioLINK, and 58 in WorldCat. Oddly enough, there were almost the same number for <b>Afternooo*</b>: three in OhioLINK and 59 in WorldCat. Check them out in your own catalogs this <i>afternoon</i> during these lazy, hazy (and really sort of crazy) <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dog_days">"dog days of summer."</a><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-76417184373997618712016-08-23T05:00:00.000-07:002016-08-23T13:58:58.547-07:00Robis* + Robins* (for Robins* or Robis*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKVmdR4_g1BhMY2TufcAtb9G1kn0PQg8BAj71wdg0v_2oYpxrXxHjT-YhNexczW0LM8a1cm58XUbmJYK0SyVU-JLjkej1XnsrnZIxhh7bPzHx-olWuNG96czHiyXc1M_Gf2ShglQj8PsUx/s1600/Scarlet_Street_%25281945%2529_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKVmdR4_g1BhMY2TufcAtb9G1kn0PQg8BAj71wdg0v_2oYpxrXxHjT-YhNexczW0LM8a1cm58XUbmJYK0SyVU-JLjkej1XnsrnZIxhh7bPzHx-olWuNG96czHiyXc1M_Gf2ShglQj8PsUx/s200/Scarlet_Street_%25281945%2529_1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Although it's now considered a classic of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Film_noir"><i>film noir</i></a>, Fritz Lang's 1945 film <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scarlet_Street"> <i>Scarlet Street</i></a> was both panned and banned upon its initial release. The critics gave it a decidedly mixed review, while the New York State Censor Board blocked its distribution by way of a statute set up to regulate "obscene, indecent, immoral, inhuman, [or] sacrilegious" films—i.e., ones that would tend to "corrupt morals or incite to crime." (The cities of Milwaukee and Atlanta quickly <a href="http://connection.ebscohost.com/c/articles/31414743/tale-three-cities-banning-scarlet-street">followed suit</a>, which in the latter case actually led to one, and the ban was ultimately lifted.) Cast against type, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_G._Robinson">Edward G. Robinson</a> plays a good guy in this one, perhaps an overly good one. Chris Cross is a store cashier during the week and a "Sunday painter" whenever he can find time, despite his shrewish wife's utter disdain for his hobby. And it is primarily because he is so good—and so lonely—that he manages to fall in (love) with a bad woman, and her even badder boyfriend. It's a wild ride through the artsy environs of Greenwich Village, and the notorious vicissitudes of fleeting fame. More importantly, though, the film is an unsettling and moving meditation on good and evil, right and wrong, success and failure, guilt and innocence. Today's typo was found 76 times in OhioLINK and 937 times in WorldCat. You can expand your search a bit by trying <b>Robis* + Robin*</b> (which bumps the count up to 102 in OhioLINK, and 1073 in WorldCat), but watch out for those false positives if you do.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Edward G. Robinson and Joan Bennett in <i>Scarlet Street</i>, 1945, from Wikimedia Commons.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-83656346256553117712016-08-18T05:00:00.000-07:002016-08-19T10:51:37.929-07:00Dinnn* (for Dinner, etc.)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDm07uyIo5ttBDqGoun5PcebjltLN5Dl99QYTYwwEuVaZUPFmM1eA2DRJcq4Ez-VJU2WVA621S-64ppZXskS-HavKZPp728A5YSJpmuuAPODa2D9wCRkPpNUuXPd27VjJXOlT4tTuprx2I/s1600/1280px-Arros_amb_llet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDm07uyIo5ttBDqGoun5PcebjltLN5Dl99QYTYwwEuVaZUPFmM1eA2DRJcq4Ez-VJU2WVA621S-64ppZXskS-HavKZPp728A5YSJpmuuAPODa2D9wCRkPpNUuXPd27VjJXOlT4tTuprx2I/s200/1280px-Arros_amb_llet.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I just found out (on the prom episode of <i>The Real O'Neals</i>) that August 9th was <a href="http://tinyurl.com/jonnral">National Rice Pudding Day</a>. Darn! I can't believe I missed that. I <i>love</i> rice pudding. Although it happens that some people definitely don't. As Winnie-the-Pooh's HUNNY-hustling progenitor, A.A. Milne, <a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rice-pudding/">famously once put it</a>: "<i>What</i> is the matter with Mary Jane? She's perfectly well, and she hasn't a pain. <i>And it's lovely rice pudding for dinner again!</i>— What <i>is</i> the matter with Mary Jane?" <a href="http://www.food.com/recipe/old-fashioned-slow-cooker-rice-pudding-192661">Rice pudding</a> can be concocted quite easily in a crockpot with a few basic ingredients. Last night I was perusing a wonderful old letter from my German great-great-grandmother to her daughter, Karolina, who had gone to live in the United States. She's telling Lina about her niece, "Little Lina," and writes: "She is truly a wonder child, at fourteen months of age. She is already able to ask for everything clearly ... Bread, sugar, water, cake, she really knows everything." Those were trying times in Germany, it seems, but it sounds like our precious <i>Kleinkind</i> knew what was <i>gut</i>. Perhaps it was lovely rice pudding for dinner again! Today's typo was found five times in OhioLINK, and 52 times in WorldCat.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Dessert made with rice, milk, and sugar, flavored with lemon peel and cinnamon, from Wikimedia Commons.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-84731806618528737022016-08-16T05:00:00.000-07:002016-08-18T08:50:12.433-07:00Genereal* (for General*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0W7G9ES2AAYEe5Whm1IgY4kPT6y19A_zIOP6DzquFY1BrUq-t-2gRBam8j17d30dAQ2LpEJS6UmyU0jJPmJNWgPC2Owa-PaHpFNJpmcJzT4i6xMOr1c4HJjZ6_zB51fzrlRK-TIKSsT8/s1600/The_General_17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0W7G9ES2AAYEe5Whm1IgY4kPT6y19A_zIOP6DzquFY1BrUq-t-2gRBam8j17d30dAQ2LpEJS6UmyU0jJPmJNWgPC2Owa-PaHpFNJpmcJzT4i6xMOr1c4HJjZ6_zB51fzrlRK-TIKSsT8/s200/The_General_17.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>The 1926 silent gem <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_General_(1926_film)"><i>The General</i></a> was a personal favorite of its co-director and star, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buster_Keaton">Buster Keaton</a>. Despite the fact that it received a lukewarm response from both critics and viewers—and went wildly over budget, sadly forcing <a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/films/features/deadpan-but-alive-to-the-future-buster-keaton-the-revolutionary-9037459.html">Keaton</a> to forefeit artistic control and independence in the film industry—Orson Welles once described it as "the greatest comedy ever made, the greatest Civil War film ever made, and perhaps the greatest film ever made." <a href="http://www.slate.com/articles/arts/dvdextras/2008/11/buster_keatons_the_general.html"><i>The General</i></a>, in which Keaton's character fights valiantly, if a bit absurdly, for the Confederate Army (mostly atop and around moving trains), is based on a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Locomotive_Chase">true story</a> that occurred in 1862. I got a chance to see this movie in its newly restored format at the newly restored <a href="http://themadisontheater.com/about-hayden/">Madison Theater</a>. Perhaps the greatest film ever made, and certainly the best one being shown in Albany, New York, last Sunday afternoon—for 35 cents no less—played to a grateful audience of five. We discovered five cases of today's typo in OhioLINK, and 331 in WorldCat.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Buster Keaton & Marion Mack in <i>The General</i>, 1926, from Wikimedia Commons.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-43811649520424097942016-08-11T05:00:00.000-07:002016-08-18T08:41:00.461-07:00Reagen* + Reagan* (for Reagan* or Reagen*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdgK-ol4ZNTsrUZmSa-OkBNZqY2t-kV1rMUew5htL4BFTFJkQWaiDFbv4PlF2DTOLSs5tli3VR4gI4fRdTB-JkTUrULf_s2wMjLiJKkLQvcS6gm5fq9VAckuaFjBGqTwyZkIAIERLdoWi7/s1600/Ronald_Reagan_and_General_Electric_Theater_1954-62.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdgK-ol4ZNTsrUZmSa-OkBNZqY2t-kV1rMUew5htL4BFTFJkQWaiDFbv4PlF2DTOLSs5tli3VR4gI4fRdTB-JkTUrULf_s2wMjLiJKkLQvcS6gm5fq9VAckuaFjBGqTwyZkIAIERLdoWi7/s200/Ronald_Reagan_and_General_Electric_Theater_1954-62.jpg" width="157" /></a></div>"Gentlemen, please, no fighting in the War Room!" (Slight paraphrase of the iconic line from the 1964 film classic <a href="http://librarytypos.blogspot.com/search?q=strangelove"><i>Doctor Strangelove</i></a>.) Two decades later, on August 11, 1984, <a href="http://librarytypos.blogspot.com/2012/06/regan-reagan-for-reagan-or-regan.html">Ronald Reagan</a> was about to give one of his weekly addresses on National Public Radio. The subject was the <a href="https://reaganlibrary.archives.gov/archives/speeches/1984/81184a.htm">right of religious high school students</a> to meet as a club on school property after hours. He decided to open with a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/We_begin_bombing_in_five_minutes">joke</a>: "My fellow Americans, I'm pleased to tell you today that I've signed legislation that will outlaw Russia forever. We begin bombing in five minutes." Of course he was just kidding around with the sound checkers, and his words were not actually broadcast, but merely leaked by the press. Still, the Soviets were a tad miffed. It all blew over eventually, though, and the nuclear arms race resumed its usual pace. While searching for hits on this bilateral typo, I came across a record for a Dutch poster entitled <a href="http://www.geheugenvannederland.nl/?/nl/items/NAGO02:IISG-30051002238746"><i>Stop de bommen Reagen</i></a>. Nuff said there, despite the misspelling of the Gipper's last name. Not to "Russia" or anything, but <b>Reagen* + Reagan*</b> (for <i>Reagan*</i> or <i>Reagen*</i>) turned up three times in OhioLINK, and 48 times in WorldCat. Is this thing <i>on</i>?<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Ronald Reagan and <i>General Electric Theater</i>, 1954-62, from Wikimedia Commons.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-70695254479414502242016-08-09T05:00:00.000-07:002016-08-17T07:44:10.295-07:00Janns* + Janss* (for Janss* or Janns*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today marks the happy day on which two amazing children's authors were born: <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/P._L._Travers">P.L. Travers</a> in Queensland, Australia (1899); and <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tove_Jansson">Tove Marika Jansson</a> in Helsinki, Finland (1914). Both women were wellsprings of creativity. They were uncannily in touch with the interior landscape of youth, and humanity itself, and gave birth to some of the oddest, funniest, most endearing and enduring characters in all of children's literature—<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Poppins">Mary Poppins</a> and the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moomin">Finn Family Moomintroll</a>. I've blogged <a href="http://librarytypos.blogspot.com/search?q=poppins">here</a> and <a href="http://librarytypos.blogspot.com/search?q=jansson">there</a> about each of these artists previously, so perhaps I'll simply leave you today with this beaming, blooming photo of Tove, along with a bit of wit and wisdom from Mary P. (who was also inclined to wear <a href="https://lostandfoundbooks.files.wordpress.com/2013/09/abc-mary-poppins.jpg">flowers on her head</a>). Once asked who she would want to be if she weren't Mary Poppins, the nanny replied, with trademark exasperation: <i>Mary Poppins.</i> (I could swear I read that someplace years ago, but I can't remember where. If any of you know this quote, I'd be grateful for the citation.) On the other hand, as <i>Jansson</i> once put it in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tales_from_Moominvalley"><i>Tales from Moominvalley</i></a> (1962): "You can't ever be really free if you admire somebody too much." So three cheers for our self-assured ladies of the hour! There were eight cases of today's typo in OhioLINK, and 189 in WorldCat.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Finnish author Tove Jansson, unknown date, probably 1960s or '70s, from Wikimedia Commons.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-4006886133188453112016-08-04T05:00:00.000-07:002016-08-12T14:37:29.920-07:00Handicaped, Handcap* (for Handicapped or Handicap*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi4RA7nIXHex82Hldq9QOj5w4313PEHkgjGhu1fl8wdqk-yQYg1y3RR1hQh0CtVo8l0u0puF1FlC8ba0WGyUkUgFM-6z7kigLi0ZKya_GZiohhKaiNpJdxWMGUTmsMFgajybdbe9dPm3Nk/s1600/Scenes_in_the_life_of_handicapped_boy_Wellcome_L0027923.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi4RA7nIXHex82Hldq9QOj5w4313PEHkgjGhu1fl8wdqk-yQYg1y3RR1hQh0CtVo8l0u0puF1FlC8ba0WGyUkUgFM-6z7kigLi0ZKya_GZiohhKaiNpJdxWMGUTmsMFgajybdbe9dPm3Nk/s200/Scenes_in_the_life_of_handicapped_boy_Wellcome_L0027923.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>"Grandma, what's a rubber?" asked the small boy, gazing intently at a rerun of <i>Friends</i>. Without missing a beat or batting an eye, the former grade-school teacher answered him. "It's like one of those <a href="http://www.fluther.com/45280/what-are-those-rubber-finger-thingies/">things that you put on your finger</a> to help you turn the page," she said. (Like a tiny hat for your finger—or <i>cap</i> for your <i>hand</i>—she might have added.) Her young questioner was the sort who loved words and reading, and he appeared satisfied with that ready and pedantic-sounding reply. (Any possible confusion over it, in any case, wouldn't likely become a <i>handicap</i> for at least another decade or so.) The word <i>handicapped</i> used to be quite commonplace, and was even an established LCSH heading until 2003, when it was replaced by "People with disabilities." According to <a href="http://www.dictionary.com/browse/handicap"><i>Random House Dictionary</i></a>: "Although 'handicapped' is widely used in both law and everyday speech to refer to people having physical or mental disabilities, those described by the word tend to prefer the expressions 'disabled' or 'people with disabilities.' ... The often-repeated recommendation to put the person before the disability would favor 'persons with disabilities' over 'disabled persons.'" It lists this meaning of the word last (after its more general or sports-related ones), calling it "sometimes offensive." The word <i>handicap</i> comes from "hand i' cap, or hand in cap, referring to a drawing before a horse race." It's defined as "a race or other contest in which certain disadvantages or advantages of weight, distance, time, etc., are placed upon competitors to equalize their chances of winning." In a way, I find that to be the more salubrious term for "people with disabilities" (doesn't <i>disabled</i> basically mean "unable" or "not able"?), but that's probably fighting a losing battle. (Children's author <a href="http://slobodkin.net/books/index.html">Louis Slobodkin</a> once signed up for a stint on an Argentine freighter, later describing himself as an <a href="http://slobodkin.net/books/target11c.html">"ample-bodied seaman."</a>) Today's typos were found four times (once) in OhioLINK, and 296 (69) times in WorldCat.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Scenes in the life of a handicapped boy, sitting in a wheelchair on the beach, from Iconographic Collections and Wikimedia Commons.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-38818255145906226772016-08-02T05:00:00.000-07:002016-08-12T14:27:13.168-07:00Marijun*, Marijau* (for Marijuan*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9t40dPpV5pFD4kLyG3O6xh8W0obuGDWTuPVfYQu3Yi1-XFoeiH94I1YmHPmaoA_cR1XgZ4UB-yBvig87gabGL7UIZ3UCnPsRwPg3nsPrCHEJ1LgP2VsEimq840mnLc1_lgZWIXLdR5Uzv/s1600/Cannabis_plant_growing_in_a_Himachal_house%252C_Giri_camp%252C_Himachal_Pradesh%252C_India.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9t40dPpV5pFD4kLyG3O6xh8W0obuGDWTuPVfYQu3Yi1-XFoeiH94I1YmHPmaoA_cR1XgZ4UB-yBvig87gabGL7UIZ3UCnPsRwPg3nsPrCHEJ1LgP2VsEimq840mnLc1_lgZWIXLdR5Uzv/s200/Cannabis_plant_growing_in_a_Himachal_house%252C_Giri_camp%252C_Himachal_Pradesh%252C_India.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>The <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marihuana_Tax_Act_of_1937">Marihuana Tax Act</a> was passed on August 2, 1937. The resolution had been vigorously opposed by the drug companies, though, who feared that the tax would prove too onerous. It had become obvious that people were smoking the stuff as well, which may also have interfered with pharmaceutical sales. Another theory is that the pulp paper and nylon lobbies (basically <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrew_Mellon">Andrew Mellon</a>, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Randolph_Hearst">William Randolph Hearst</a>, and the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Du_Pont_family">DuPont family</a>) wished to quash the relatively small, but growing, hemp industry. With more and more states today legalizing pot, capitalism is once again rearing its profit-driven head in an effort to get high—high prices for a plant, that is. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cannabis_%28drug%29">Marijuana</a> can go by a lot of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marijuana_(word)">different names and spellings</a>—but it's all about who's controlling it, it seems. Control your own subject headings and other places where these typos may be hiding. They were found once or twice in OhioLINK, and 60 (27) times in WorldCat.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Cannabis plant growing in a house in Himachal Pradesh, India, 30 March, 2013, from Wikimedia Commons.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-62344390568909133732016-07-28T05:00:00.001-07:002016-08-09T17:12:44.363-07:00Phildel* (for Philadel*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihDvIlgHhyphenhypheneyHtXPR4te6LqD13XKwPZyQCXMwILcp-oVrj8VHNzKuCf74gah1x3W9WsiGLA9pv9nEQGc_wYFPUAOHS-nvVW-Z2T_L3xpesC1Y5WsLjRdrOqve4VyrWd89pdqot99zpn5zd/s1600/1280px-Swimming_hole.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihDvIlgHhyphenhypheneyHtXPR4te6LqD13XKwPZyQCXMwILcp-oVrj8VHNzKuCf74gah1x3W9WsiGLA9pv9nEQGc_wYFPUAOHS-nvVW-Z2T_L3xpesC1Y5WsLjRdrOqve4VyrWd89pdqot99zpn5zd/s200/1280px-Swimming_hole.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Eakins">Thomas Eakins</a> was a fin-de-siècle artist from the "realist" school who also hailed from the American birthplace of "liberty": <i>Philadelphia</i>. Eakins enjoyed working with nudes. He would often employ his pupils at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts as models, and paint their likenesses from photos. This agreeable practice was brought to an ignominious halt in 1886, however, when Eakins was summarily fired from his teaching post for permitting undraped males to pose in the studious presence of females. His furiously witty and utterly unrepentent response (which I could never do justice to in paraphrase, so I'll quote in its entirety) reads as follows: "My figures at least are not a bunch of clothes with a head and hands sticking out but more nearly resemble the strong living bodies that most pictures show. And in the latter end of a life so spent in study, you at least can imagine that painting is with me a very serious study. That I have but little patience with the false modesty which is the greatest enemy to all figure painting. I see no impropriety in looking at the most beautiful of Nature's works, the naked figure. If there is impropriety, then just where does such impropriety begin? Is it wrong to look at a picture of a naked figure or at a statue? English ladies of the last generation thought so and avoided the statue galleries, but do so no longer. Or is it a question of sex? Should men make only the statues of men to be looked at by men, while the statues of women should be made by women to be looked at by women only? Should the he-painters draw the horses and bulls, and the she-painters like Rosa Bonheur the mares and cows? Must the poor old male body in the dissecting room be mutilated before Miss Prudery can dabble in his guts? ... Such indignities anger me. Can not anyone see into what contemptible inconsistencies such follies all lead? And how dangerous they are? My conscience is clear, and my suffering is past..." Let us clear our own collective conscience and put this typo into the past as well. <b>Phildel*</b> (for <i>Philadel*</i>) was uncovered 24 times in OhioLINK, and 689 times in WorldCat.<br />
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(<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Swimming_Hole"><i>The Swimming Hole</i></a>, by Thomas Eakins, ca. 1884, from Wikimedia Commons.)<br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-90290443049641724132016-07-26T05:00:00.002-07:002016-08-09T17:11:06.571-07:00Unbrel* (for Umbrel*)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGP31GUWh_5bS6NWpGsOjzAad-zVWlvPB_2ILoUS48c7CoknyOaYVlh7KCrVTCE_0jnIM3EqEigrlCRoHAfkhvvJsUSqSSm3KZWoWHOZ2JUp5d036G8ELby0j6MHugfxNiwUEhEDRTdKxo/s1600/Beach_umbrella_in_Toronto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGP31GUWh_5bS6NWpGsOjzAad-zVWlvPB_2ILoUS48c7CoknyOaYVlh7KCrVTCE_0jnIM3EqEigrlCRoHAfkhvvJsUSqSSm3KZWoWHOZ2JUp5d036G8ELby0j6MHugfxNiwUEhEDRTdKxo/s200/Beach_umbrella_in_Toronto.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Just caught wind of a fishy little typo in the following news story: "Panama City beach bams [sic] umbrellas." I figured they must have meant "bans," but at first I read that as <i>bums</i>. Either way, I guess, it's like one of those crazy fun/hard to say tongue twisters. (Although I bet <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beach_party_film">Frankie and Annette</a> could do it, while hanging ten at the same time.) At least the headline writer didn't get off on the wrong foot—or put on the wrong hat—with <b>Pamana</b>, but today's typo is yet another case of mistaking an N for an M, or vice versa. While it looks as though the beach <i>umbrella</i> <a href="http://www.newsherald.com/news/20160615/panama-city-beach-officials-rethink-banning-shade-structures">ordinance has been overturned</a>, I can't help thinking that if those bums down in Florida could take <a href="http://www.dictionary.com/browse/umbrage">"umbrage"</a> at a bit of shady sand and local color, I can only imagine what they would make of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christo_and_Jeanne-Claude">Christo's</a> recent art installation, <a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/ba/Iseo_Floating_Piers_2.jpg"><i>The Floating Piers</i></a>, over in Italy. Echoing "The Gates" in NYC's Central Park, it's kind of like a giant "umbrella" that almost takes the place of the beach itself. Not only is it not "30 feet from the shore," it actually extends far out into the ocean, linking the town of Sulzano with Monte Isola and the island of San Paolo. Don't get burned by our typo of the day, which was found four times in OhioLINK, and 182 times in WorldCat.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Beach umbrella, Toronto, Canada, 2 August 2011, from Wikimedia Commons.)</span><br />
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Carol Reidlibrarytyposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907998846765590751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013658944534895669.post-25658783413234516812016-07-21T05:00:00.000-07:002016-08-09T08:00:20.014-07:00Jesse + Jessie (for Jessie or Jesse)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGernEMz9hXp_LSMvBFnguEVMe2jAfOj0naz2rfz8gXpIk_TdhKYENJh1qr-BgAue-3853G8074uTsfhKlFEJQBVORW_QXJ2VzW2uJ5Pk5DDzFH1647gB2sV-AQA_gC3AgaStiQAJSGfc1/s1600/2006AH1467_portrait_of_jessie_matthews.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGernEMz9hXp_LSMvBFnguEVMe2jAfOj0naz2rfz8gXpIk_TdhKYENJh1qr-BgAue-3853G8074uTsfhKlFEJQBVORW_QXJ2VzW2uJ5Pk5DDzFH1647gB2sV-AQA_gC3AgaStiQAJSGfc1/s200/2006AH1467_portrait_of_jessie_matthews.jpg" width="195" /></a></div><a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-445576/Jessie-Matthews-The-Diva-Debauchery.html">Jessie Matthews</a> was a wildly popular singer, dancer, and cinema star in the U.K. during the 1920s and '30s. Wide-eyed, high-steppin', and determined to get ahead in the theatre, she was apparently more "predator" than ingénue. John Gielgud called her an "enchanting creature," but said that "no man was safe in her presence." Indeed, she managed to snare more than her fair share of bisexual males along the way, in addition to those who were perhaps a bit more easily led. She didn't discriminate against married men and once had her "pornographic" letters to one of them read aloud in divorce court, causing the judge to pronounce her "odious." Another smitten suitor actually committed suicide over her. On the plus side, she was an understudy to Gertrude Lawrence and the first singer to perform Cole Porter's <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Let%27s_Do_It,_Let%27s_Fall_in_Love">"Let's Do It, Let's Fall in Love."</a> She was cast in almost two dozen films and was often heard and seen on the radio and television, most notably as Wallis Simpson's "Aunt Bessie" Merriman in the 1978 series <i>Edward & Mrs. Simpson</i>. I was lucky enough to catch her on the big screen at my local theater the other night, in the 1936 British musical <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0027810/"><i>It's Love Again</i></a>. Which, it would seem, was pretty much the irrepressible, irresponsible, stage-struck starlet's motto, as she kicked and winked her way through life, men, and the movies. I ran into a former coworker there who told me that Matthews had once put in an appearance at the movie house in England where his father had then worked. She must have made quite an impression. In any event, he seemed pleased to be encountering her again more than half a century later. I double-checked the spelling of this diva's name (she was also dubbed the "Dancing Divinity") as I'm quite sure she would want us to get it right. Today's combination typo (which will undoubtedly return some false hits, so watch your step) was found 141 times in OhioLINK, and 1,338 times in WorldCat.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Jessie Matthews, Alhambra Theatre, London, 1917, from the web.)</span><br />
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