Tidbits
A few crumbs for those of you who thonk I never post:
Worst mistake I've seen in a book lately: In a travel book the author was on a Pacific island literally in the in middle of nowhere when a native (and I quote) " came up to me and sang a word-perfect version of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." He sang the whole thing,from Montezuma to Tripoli, but he knew not I single other word of English." That's an approximatle quote, bur please. The Battle Hyms doesn't mention Tripoli. He meant the MARINE Hymn. Every gradeschooler knows this, since a warped versionof the Marine Hymn has been a staple of playgrounds forever. Help me everyone....
From the halls of Montclair Grade School, to the shores of Bubblegum Bay
We will fight our teachers daily with spitballs, gum and clay
We will fight for lunch and recess
And keep our desks our mess
We will proudly claim the title of teacher's little pests.
One of my more subversive acts as a parent was teaching Laura that song, which she promptly taught to everyone on her bus. Of course the warped version of the Battle Hymn is even worse. Singing that one nowadays could get you arrested.
Grammatical outrage of the day: utensil holders at the bowling alley say spoons, forks and knifes. Let us pause for a moment of silent pain. Real entry later--TTFN
Worst mistake I've seen in a book lately: In a travel book the author was on a Pacific island literally in the in middle of nowhere when a native (and I quote) " came up to me and sang a word-perfect version of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." He sang the whole thing,from Montezuma to Tripoli, but he knew not I single other word of English." That's an approximatle quote, bur please. The Battle Hyms doesn't mention Tripoli. He meant the MARINE Hymn. Every gradeschooler knows this, since a warped versionof the Marine Hymn has been a staple of playgrounds forever. Help me everyone....
From the halls of Montclair Grade School, to the shores of Bubblegum Bay
We will fight our teachers daily with spitballs, gum and clay
We will fight for lunch and recess
And keep our desks our mess
We will proudly claim the title of teacher's little pests.
One of my more subversive acts as a parent was teaching Laura that song, which she promptly taught to everyone on her bus. Of course the warped version of the Battle Hymn is even worse. Singing that one nowadays could get you arrested.
Grammatical outrage of the day: utensil holders at the bowling alley say spoons, forks and knifes. Let us pause for a moment of silent pain. Real entry later--TTFN