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I admit I have thought a lot about this topic and I’m so happy to see some thorough research on it. Good job, Slate. And thank God for everyone involved in the change to two shoulders. So much more comfortable.
[I remember being in middle school and wearing my backpack on two shoulders after school one day to get a laugh. I’m pretty sure it mostly had the desired effect, but I distinctly remember Megan shouting at me to make it stop because the overwhelming nerdiness of the spectacle was too much for her to bear].
By my calculation, I have now spent a total of twelve nights away from Bear. The first was a very awesome night of sleep when my mom and Sev agreed to take her overnight when M-Bear was only about 6 weeks old. Ah, that was nice. I still remember the text from my mom in the morning: “When are you coming to get her?” I think they tag-teamed staying up to watch her sleep all night because they were so worried something would go wrong. Thanks again, guys! Next up was the September 2012 trip Heather & I took to California to watch Brady get married in that lovely ceremony outside of Healdsburg. That was a nice, but quick trip. Then came a jaunt to Chicago for a January oral argument. In February, we went to NYC for two nights for Emilia’s super fun wedding. In May 2013, I went back to Chicago for another argument. Earlier this month I spent three awesome nights outside of Guerneville with great friends in a kinda wacky house we filled with too much wine. And now here I sit in a hotel room in Elkhart Lake about to wrap up my time here at a work conference. On Monday, I’ll return to Chicago for two oral arguments scheduled for Tuesday. So, what do I think of *all* this time away from my loves? I’m not going to lie: sleeping in a big bed in a quiet room I don’t have to clean is pretty nice. Waking up on my own, without hearing crying or whining and having to rush out of bed to change a diaper and soothe my babe, is not bad. It’s refreshing to have a couple of days away.
All that said, I’ll be driving a little faster on the way home than I did on the way here (but not too fast, of course — state car and all). I can’t wait to get home and kiss some cheeks.
Is it just me I?* I’m not sure how all of you are going to respond to this, but I have to ask. It really bugs me when people have blogs that are filled with poor grammar, typos, and even formatting problems. Does it bug you? I know I should lighten up about this because, hey, there’s a ton of good content on the interwebs and I should be thankful for it, and let it go when the writer seems to think that comma placement is just an aesthetic choice. But, see, I can’t. It bugs me in my soul. Of arguable more importance, it has an adverse practical effect on me. You see, I can’t follow the directions on “how to sew whatever” when I can’t understand what the hell the writer is saying. It’s the whole “Eats, Shoots & Leaves” thing. And this isn’t just confined to sewing blogs. In fact, it’s coming dangerously close to epidemic territory.
I hope I don’t sound like a complete jerkstore, but I really feel like if you’re going to write something – anything – you should be required to have a basic command of grammatical rules. Reading crappy blogs that promise to give me good advice (as – ahem – opposed to easily understood but boring blogs sans any advice) is usually disappointing. I know I make a zillion mistakes a day and I’m not proud of them, but I just think if some of these almost-helpful bloggers just spent a wee bit more time proofing their writing, the world would be a better place. Or, if you almost-helpful bloggers don’t want to do that, maybe you should just put everything in pictures. They’re worth a ton of words. Even well-written words.
*I guess I have my own rules for what I consider offensive writing. No, I don’t mean Bret Easton Ellis or the Bronte sisters. That’s a topic for another day. I mean offensive writing as in ignoring the rules. “It’s me!” doesn’t bug me. Writing “I wish there were less cats in the house” should result in at least a fine and maybe even a day or two in the Clink. And there really should be fewer cats in the house. The thing is, I try not to like the rules just for the rules’ sake. I like the rules because they let me understand the author’s intent. The less/fewer rule doesn’t really fit into this paradigm of mine, but some things are just sacred for their own sake, no?
life and puppies 