LB: Is What You’re Writing About Rare…

(This proto dinosaur is genuinely unique)

…Or is it unique?

Maybe it’s “somewhat unique?”

Or, I know, how about “very unique?”

I ask these questions because in the past few weeks I’ve read or started to read at least a dozen Kindle books in which things were described as being in some degree “unique,” and it’s been driving me crazy because I was taught very early in my writing career that using any qualifying word along with “unique” was the sign that the writer was “an illiterate jerk whose work doesn’t deserve to be read by any reasonably educated human being.”

That’s not a made-up quote, by the way. It’s something the publisher of a group of what back in the day were called “men’s magazines” said when he read the first article I wrote for him. He followed his words by throwing a well-thumbed old dictionary across the desk at me and staring stonily as I looked up the word in contention and learned that:

Unique means the only one of its kind

This experience engraved the “unique” meaning directly into my writing brain, heart, and soul, and I admit to being a major enforcer of “Men’s Magazine Publisher’s Fist Law of the English Language ever since. From my stint as an editor of several of his magazines to my time as writer, story editor, producer, and creator of various TV shows while writing my own books, and finally to teaching others the ins and outs of becoming the kind of writers whose work does deserve to be read by human beings, I’ve held the line.

However–

As a result of reading this recent batch of books I’ve gone from being annoyed about the misusage of “unique” in what I’ve been reading to being exasperated, and then angry. And then – wonder of wonders! I must finally be growing up! – to become self-doubting.

Could it be that I’m wrong? Could all these different writers, whose work I’ve otherwise been enjoying, be correct? Have literary, societal, and cultural changes transformed the old “unique” into a new form “rare?”

There was only one way to find out. I hied my way to Google’s version of the Oxford English Dictionary, looked up the definition, and found:

Unique means being the only one of its kind

Holy shit! Yeppers, kids, what these illiterate morons are doing is still wrong!

So, loving writers and readers everywhere as I do, I’m passing this information on and alerting you to the fact that from now on, if and when I encounter a unique that isn’t really, I will promptly stop reading its source, for the simple reason that I am, after all, a “reasonably educated human being” who–

Uh-oh, Waittaminnit.

What I am is a reasonably educated human being who was about to suggest that everyone who reads this follow my example and boycott otherwise terrific writers, thereby missing out on what could be a hell of a lot of fine reading time, as will I. Damn, that’s crazy. As crazy as I’ve been for hanging onto a precept put out by a publisher who, due to the very nature of his product, has shown himself to be, if not an illiterate jerk, certainly a jerk nevertheless.

Life moves forward. Thing change. And I’m going to change as well. I accept the inevitable and look forward to the time when the Oxford English Dictionary and all the other dictionaries, acknowledge the somewhat very uniqueness of this fact.

LYMI LB

My experience has taught me that– Part 2

(Official lyric video via YouTube)

Last week I posted that, to me, the most intriguing phrase in the English language is:

“And then everything changed.”

For those who’ve asked why I made that particular post, it boils down to the fact that even though I’ve had a previous cryosurgery for prostate cancer (a shade under three years ago), the do-over of that procedure (a shade over three weeks ago) has been more traumatic.

Not because of the result re cancer, which is that (again) it looks like it’s all gone, but because of the unexpected difficulty I’ve been having in recovering from the procedure itself. If there’s one thing I’m learning, it’s that I am indeed not the man I used to be such a short time before.

“It’s all about moving along, yeah?”

Throughout my life and career, moving along has been my catch phrase. I love the feeling of being in an ever-changing present.

That’s more difficult now, due to the fact that my ever-changing present currently is pretty damn full of various annoyances, aches, and pains so powerful that the only way to keep loving what’s happening is concentrate, concentrate, concentrate on the instants when the current annoyance, ache, or pain morphs into the next one.

In those instants I play the Hope Game, as in hoping that next feeling simply won’t show up.

I love Bowie’s Changes and always considered them mine as well. But I haven’t been able to find a Bowie Moving Along song to give me the smile I need in the instant I need it. I have, however, found this by Wes Montgomery, and, regardless of any other circumstances, as soon as I can feel somewhat comfortable sitting at my drums, I’ll very happily be playing along:

(Via YouTube, after much travail) Click image to play)

LYMI,
LB

LB: Another Reason to Love Your Union or Guild

(Palliative Care now available via Writers Guild of America West & East)

by Larry Brody

In this case, I’m talking about my particular guild, Writers Guild of America West. With a very few exceptions, I feel well taken care of by these folks.

(Yeah, that sentence you just read is mostly for those new writers who keep asking me, “But why should I join the Guild?” There are many other reasons as well.)

Anyway:


A close relative of mine just ran an obstacle course made up of the kinds of Palliative Care talked about here. It seems to me that if she’d been eligible, i.e. a WGAW member, the process would have been much less stressful to her and her family.

Modern Life

Having fun learning and living your truth?

Me too.

But here’s some truth dropped by none other than the United States Postal Service that fills me with dismay:


(Pic via Lifehacker.Com & Tada Images Shutterstock)

Avoid Using Blue Mailboxes During the Holidays, USPS Warns
by Elizabeth Yuko

(LB’S NOTE: I got off my duff and fact checked this article, and it seems to be true. Well, actually, I didn’t get off my duff. I was – and still am – sitting down, but I clicked and scrolled the hell out of Google and it all seems good.)

Whether you’re sending holiday cards or gifts, or just mailing your monthly rent check, you may want to avoid using those large, blue collection boxes—at least for the next few months, United States Postal Service (USPS) officials have advised….

According to USPS officials, “groups of criminals across the country are using the internet and social media to coordinate strategic targeting of post office collection boxes,” AL.com reports. In other words, people you probably don’t want having access to your mail….

Read it all at Lifehacker.Com

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