3.05.2010

The Oxford Comma


I asked a friend to recommend a book, any book. I laughed out loud when I saw the title: Eats, Shoots, and Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation!

I’ve never met an author so passionate, so mischievously marvelous, about the laws of punctuation. She admits to sabotaging signs with a can of spray paint to reme

dy their erroneous markings, raising high her rousing cry, “Sticklers unite!”

A former editor, author Lynne Truss dares to tell us, in her sarcastic and very British manner, that it is time we understood the severity of the situation: punctuation is going to die a horrific death on the internet if we don’t pay attention. Relying on “Spell checks” and “Grammar checks” that don’t know the rules of the sentence, we are losing the power that a well-placed semicolon can impart.

The main message I took from this book is that punctuation has evolved over the years; many “rules” have changed over the years and vary between the Motherland and the New World. The original point of it all, however, was to inform an orator how to speak to his audience in order to make his point perfectly. Punctuation tells people to stop. To go! To wait: to wait: and to wait for it. It insinuates and asks for drama! Does your punctuation simply follow rules (I confess I am still learning them), or does it convey to your reader exactly the meaning and emotions you intend?

For example:

A woman, without her man, is nothing.

A woman: without her, man is nothing.

Which woman are you?


A final note: when using a comma to separate multiple descriptors, either of the following two versions are acceptable:

The American Comma: The flag is red, white and blue.

The Oxford Comma: The flag is red, white, and blue.

3.03.2010

Keep the Fire Burnin'!



The show I was hoping to go to canceled last night, so The Non-Scotsman and I found ourselves burrowing under the Alaska viaduct at The Highway 99 Blues Club.

(The Hwy 99 Blues Club, 2010)

I had no idea we were in for a private blues concert. Seriously, we were the only people in the joint except for two lonely guys at the bar and a married couple dancing off to the side of the stage. The Non-Scotsman and I sat directly in front of the stage – front and center.

(The empty club)

The Jimmy Holden Band was all ours.

(The Jimmy Holden Band, 2010)

The 3 musicians immediately let us know that although there were only six of us in the room, we were the most beautiful and interesting six people in Seattle - and we were in the right place.

The website claims the band as one of “the mainstays of the Seattle R&B scene” and I believe it simply because of their age and comfort on stage. They played a mix of Neo-Soul, funk, blues, and R&B and weren’t afraid to tell the woman behind the bar how "smokin’ hot" she was.


(Bandmates on a break, 2010)

The best part of the night was when the candle on our table went out. The Non-Scotsman reached over to the adjacent table to replace it, causing Jimmy himself to look up inquisitively from his keyboard. Eyebrows raised, he silently demanded an explanation for the movement from the table. The Non-Scotsman saw the question, and explained that “our candle went out. Just grabbin’ another.”

(The Non-Scotsman, 2010)

Jimmy grinned from ear to ear, tipped his head back, and half-sung, half-yelled, “Don’t let that fire go out!”

Suddenly the whole band had picked it up. Steve, the drummer, started yelling out “Keep the fire burnin’! Keep the fire burnin’!” Jimmy was preaching over him, “Don’t you dare let that flame go out!”

I was in tears from laughing after about 2 minutes of this. For a $5.00 cover we got a private show – and the best marriage advice in years.

3.01.2010

A Brand To Stand Behind

I have an inborn desire to brand things. I dream about logos like scientists dream of the lofty cure. I am up to brand anything: products: places: businesses: ideas: people. If it made sense, I’d probably have a personal texture, lb text of paper, color and scent.

One person that (I like to believe) understands my need to brand life is the owner of Suitor. I’ve never met the owner, but I think I’d be tempted to copy much of her/his mentality. They have brought back the idea of the personalized calling card – like the olden days.

Some may say, ‘Duh. That’s a business card.”


It’s not about business. It’s about pleasure.
The pleasure of meeting someone with flair and leaving them tempted for more; but then, that’s the trick isn’t it? There needs to be more worth getting to know, and I believe each person can dig up a little something, no?

The problem with so many brands is that the image is fabulous, the idea innovate, but the execution disappointing. For example, a bar that just opened down our street - hoping to jump on the Pre-Prohibition cocktail bandwagon: Still Liquor. Hip location, good neighbors, great name. I’m tempted to rename it “Still Working On How to Craft a Cocktail Worth Swigging.” They had the look but not the skills or character to back it up.

Anyhow: their logo is tempting, isn’t it?


A few images and brands that inspire me and would influence me now - if I was to brand my life - are:


Restored decor and Italian ruffles:




Tasty colors:


Libraries and letterpress :



Whimsy:


Play time:


A bit of wit:



Simplicity: