Sometimes, when I make a choice, I prefer to keep my selfish reasons secret. A hypocrite is one who claims that the real reason for his choice is some lofty principle.
His hypocrisy is revealed only when, again for his own ignoble purposes, he makes a subsequent choice that violates the general principle.
Example: You don't want to visit your in-laws because you don't like them. You claim that the 200-mile drive would use too much gas. But when there's a concert 300 miles away, you make the trip, revealing that you're not truly basing your decisions on fuel conservation.
My colleagues this week were in a mood for twisting familiar expressions.
Gary Gaal: Why did you decide to leave rocket scientry?
Once, our Pittsburgh TV crew was on the road in Cincinnati, televising a Pirates game back to Pittsburgh. We reported how our starter pitched a great game but our batters couldn't drive in any runs.
The next day, I read about the game in the local Cincinnati paper. The story was completely different.
Our pitcher's feats were hardly mentioned. Instead, Cincinnatians were concerned with the continuing slump of their Reds hitters.
And our batters' failures were hardly mentioned. The story was how the Reds defense came through in the clutch.
A first-time visitor to Pittsburgh, ready to leave, goes to the airport. He gets on the little train. "This transit is departing for Concourses A . . . B . . . C . . . and D."
Just like the Atlanta airport, he thinks. My gate's on Concourse C, so I'll wait for the third stop.
Unfortunately, there are only two stations. The 1st stop is all the concourses; the 2nd, back at landside. The 3rd is where our visitor finally does disembark, grumbling, having figured it out.
This website serves an unintended purpose: it's a searchable catalog of my life.
In almost four years, I've typed tons of facts into it. Now the PicoSearch utility has become the best way for me to look up certain historical data that I've forgotten, such as my grandfather's birthday or my 1969 optometrist's prescription. This method is much quicker than digging again through boxes of original documents.
I think I like my chameleon best on a rainy day.
Typical feminine self-centeredness. You propose to trim the seams on diapers with pinking shears, do you? This may be fine for the little girl babies, but can you imagine how the little boy babies would feel if they had to wear diapers trimmed with pinking shears? Such humiliation! And it would be impractical to have separate bluing shears to trim the boys' diapers.
At 2:30 pm July 31, 1963, I stood atop Pikes Peak. I looked down at the plains of the eastern half of Colorado, two miles below me.
Seventy years and nine days before, English professor Katharine Lee Bates was inspired by the same view. She reached for her notebook and wrote:
There's a family in England that pronounces their name "Darby" although it's spelled Enroughty.
Seems the last surviving member of the Enroughty clan, some centuries ago, had no one to bequeath the family fortune to when he died. So he made a deal with a family by the name of Darby: he'd will his money to them, if they changed their name to Enroughty to perpetuate his family name. They agreed.
Does anyone else think it's odd that sometimes we use the before names of buildings or institutions and sometimes not? We say games are in Yankee Stadium and in the Superdome not in the Yankee Stadium and in Superdome.
Except, of course, if you watch old movies from the 1930s. There you may indeed hear an actor speak of the Yankee Stadium. Apparently when this venue was young and there were fewer stadia around, it retained its definite article. (As did the Polo Grounds.)
For the first half of my broadcasting career, I often had varied tasks, including announcing, directing, editing, producing, lighting, and wiring up equipment.
Now many positions are highly specialized. I know how to do electronic graphics, but not much else. For example, once I could edit tapes on a one-inch VTR, but now I'd have no idea how to proceed on an "Elvis."