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Spellcheck: No Substitute for Proof Reading

July 18, 2008

Technology is moving us closer and closet too a thyme when we know longer need to due anything, we can just set back and bee served.  Butt I am increasingly worried about computer accuracy.  Case in point is spellcheck, the feature of any word processor that automatically checks and corrects(?) errors in hour written documents.  My daughter, the English major and my wife, the ultimate proof reader, have both admonished me to never rely on spellcheck as the soul method of proofing an assay.

Whether ore not you agree is a mute point.  The increase of spelling and grammatical errors is showing up in magazines, newspapers, even on TV. You mite think TV would be exempt from this malady, but as long as subtitles and clothes captioning are a part of the broad cast, their will be errors.  I do knot have this problem because I right very carefully.  But they insist I should still manually reed and check every peace I right.

Last weak I rote about We, the game that stimulates real life.  Their were no mistakes in that peace, sew I don’t know why now they’re is so much concern about checking every single article eye publish.  The people who make soft wear are smarter than I yam, I feel confident letting spell check my work. 

But I regress.  Watt I have learned is that improper grammar is a problem to.  Years ago there was a grammar checker in Word perfect, butt its programming seemed to miss a lots of things, sew I quit using it.  Beside, nobody uses Word perfect anymore any weigh.

The problem with spellcheck seams to be homophones, which are words that sound like each other, like boy and buoy.  Spellcheck does not recognize homophones because its programming was dun by a politically incorrect person who is homophobic and prefers heterophones, like buoy and gull.  But if I were ewe, I would not worry to much about that, unless you are buy lingual.  There’s no knead to worry as long as this grate country continues to tern out quality graduates form our schools and collages. 

(This article was subjected to revue by spellcheck.  It mistakenly tried to correct homophone which, as it terns out, is spelled correctly. It also tried to correct the word “heterophones” which is knot a reel word, it appears hear for comedic porpoises only.  The only other word it tried to correct was “Spellcheck”.)

Keeping It a Secret

July 14, 2008

A current TV ad shows a husband and wife shopping for insurance.  As they are being checked out, the clerk confirms their purchase of motorcycle, RV and boat insurance.  The wife says, “But we don’t have any of that stuff.”  “Actually,” the husband adds nervously, “I do…we do.”  Now, I don’t mean to dispute the integrity of advertising, since we all know they are committed to uphold the principles of truth and fair play in America.  But I want to know how this guy is hiding a bike, RV and boat from his wife.  I can’t buy a pair of socks without my wife finding out.

Not that I feel it necessary to hide the purchase of socks from her.  I just assume such an insignificant purchase will get lost in the abundance of socks currently occupying the third drawer of my dresser.  But nothing seems to get by my wife.  “You have new socks!” she proclaims, as if I had just purchased a condo in Florida.  And, just as I am trying to come up with some justification for the purchase, she says, “It’s about time.  But why didn’t you throw out the ones with all the holes in them?”  No, not them.  Those are my lucky softball socks.  I will keep them until they dissolve off my feet, which should be sometime next week.

The fact is, I don’t seem to be able to lie to my wife, according to her.  Not that I make a regular habit of it, but sometimes you just have to keep a secret, at least for a little while.  Her assessment that I cannot lie to her strikes me particularly deep since I am, after all, a professional liar.  Have I mentioned previously that I am a magician?  Please do not confuse me with the senator from District 12, who is also a professional liar.  But it would be helpful if, at least occasionally, I could get away with something.

  • Me: “Honey, I have a little surprise for you.”
  • Her: “Are you talking about the little jewelry box you hid in the hall closet?”
  • Me: “No…well, yes.  I wanted to surprise you.”
  • Her: “You surprised me all right.  You bought me topaz earrings.  You know I hate topaz!  Well, I can take them back tomorrow and get the sapphire ones I wanted.”

I can only imagine the conversation if I tried to hide a motorcycle, RV and boat.

  • Me: “Honey, we need extra insurance.”
  • Her: “Are you going to finally insure the motorcycle, boat and RV?  It’s about time.”
  • Me: “Honey, we don’t have any of that stuff.  Well, actually I do…we do.  How did you know?”
  • Her: “I started to get suspicious when you had the trailer hitch installed on the SUV.  All I want to know is, where have you been keeping the stuff?”
  • Me: “It’s been in the garage at my girlfriend’s house.  Shoot!”

Maybe it’s just as well I can’t lie to my wife.  I can’t think of a thing I need to keep from her.  I don’t even need to keep gifts a secret since she usually buys her own gift six months ahead of time. 

  • Me: “What am I getting you for your birthday this year, honey?” 
  • Her: “You’ll just have to wait and see because…I CAN keep a secret.”

Verses 1, 2 and 4

July 8, 2008

I grew up going to church most Sundays.  My parents were not manic about it, like my in-laws were with their kids.  My wife said they were in church ”every time the doors were open.”  We went Sunday morning and that was pretty much it until I was a teenager and went to some youth functions in the middle of the week, but that was more social time than church time.  I go regularly now, in fact I am now a minister.  I’m not a pastor, I’m a magician/comedian/evangelist.  Say that fast three times!

Church music is quite varied.  You have the contemporary style, which can be anything from a couple of guitars with an ensemble of singers, to a full-out rock band.  I like contemporary.  Then you have traditional, which is what I grew up with.  Some churches try to blend the two.  I served as an interim music leader at a Baptist church that did blended.  We had a choir, but for the “special” someone would come in with a tape or CD and sing with it.  It usually had guitars, drums, horns, the whole deal.  I never understood why the pastor was okay with that but, when I suggested we bring a set of drums in for the regular music, he threatened to send me packing.  We had a nice mixing board, but the guy doing the sound was 75 with a hearing aid and was hooked up to an oxygen tank.  Now I have nothing against old people, I’m on my way to be one.  But it seems to me the guy running sound should actually be able to hear!  When a CD got near the end and the singer was done, but there was still some instrumental music left, he had this habit of cutting the music off.  Not fade it out, he would just cut it right off.  I always wondered why he didn’t do that with the preacher’s microphone about 12:00 when the football game was starting and the preacher was going long.

Many churches hang on to tradition.  One tradition that seems to have hung on is not to sing all of the verses of a hymn.  Most hymns are written with four verses.  I don’t know if the third verse is not as well written as the others, or if the music leader is anxious to catch the kick-off.  But quite often you will hear the music leader say, “Turn in your hymnals to hymn number 10 ‘How Great Thou Art.’  We’ll sing the first, second and fourth verses.”  I admit there are times I was serving as an interim worship leader and I did it myself.  But what if the rest of the world adopted this practice?  Does leaving the third step out really make a difference?

       Setting Up New Computer

  • Remove all parts from carton
  • Assemble all parts and center in workspace
  • Plug into 120 volt AC power source
  • Push “Power” button  

                Roast Chicken

  • Wash and dry chicken
  • Season with salt and pepper
  • Bake at 350 for 2 hours
  • Serve with dressing or potatoes

               Brain Surgery

  • Shave area of incision
  • Disinfect area with Betadyne
  • Anesthetize patient
  • Cut through skull with bone saw

I don’t know if this raises any red flags with you but, if I ever have to go in for brain surgery, I want to make sure my surgeon goes to a church where they sing all four verses!

Balloon Sculpture and Other Reasons to Stay in School

July 2, 2008

I have done a lot of things in my life.  If I were to list the jobs I have had since leaving college it would take most of this page.  Some of them lasted as long as 12 years, like carpentry.  A couple of them lasted one hour.  One I remember in particular which was in Tallahassee, FL, not long after getting married.

I answered an ad for a sales position with a company and was called in for an interview.  They did not specify in the ad what they sold, and I didn’t particularly care since I needed a job.  Upon arriving at the office of Bison, Inc. I was given a test to complete.  Now, I am reasonably well educated, even though the proof of formal degrees seemed to always elude me by mere hours.  But I have always managed to do all right with the confidence that I am, at least in my own mind, smarter than the average guy on the street.  So I began the test only to notice pretty quickly that they were trying to determine if I was introverted or extroverted.  Knowing that typically a salesperson is likely to be extroverted, I proceeded to answer every question to reflect that tendency.  After completing the test I was asked to wait while it was graded.  Shortly thereafter a man with a big grin came out of an office, shook my hand and said, “Son, I think you have a fantastic career ahead of you with Bison.”  No doubt.  He asked me to come in at 7:00 the next morning for orientation.

I arrived bright and early the next morning to find a room full of salespeople.  The manager met me and asked me to have a seat.  There would be a short sales meeting and then we would begin orientation.  The next thing I knew, small books were being handed out and people were standing and turning to page five as an audio tape started and suddenly they were all singing, “We’re on the Bison Trail Again.”  Well my mouth dropped wide open as I looked up at the manager, who motioned to me to get up and sing.  I got to my feet, but I was not about to sing some pep rally song to the tune of “The Old Gray Mare.” 

This went on for awhile, then the manager started handing out “Golden Bison” awards for excellence in sales.  This old boy got up to receive his and said through his tears, “This may not mean a lot to some of you, but I take selling vacuum cleaners seriously.”  Oh my gosh!  These people sold vacuum cleaners door to door.  After about an hour, they were all pumped up and started heading out the door, demo machines in hand.  The manager approached me and said, “Now, let’s get you trained and out there.”  I had to ask, “How often do you do the singing?”  “Every morning,” he said proudly.  Well, I made my excuses and headed for the door, without my demo machine but with a small amount of pride intact. 

That was about as bad as it got.  Today I have a successful career, but I still dabble in a few things from time to time.  I have given guitar lessons now and again, and I have filled in as a supply preacher or music leader occasionally.  But, just the other day, I twisted balloon animals for 175 girl scouts.  Originally the group had called me for a magic show.  But the lady who booked me kept insisting she also needed someone to do balloons.  I called my friend, Zoom Zoom the Clown, but he was unavailable. (Yep, that’s what he calls himself.  He used to be “Pinky” the clown, but that was just a little too, well, strange).  So there I was, twisting dog after dog for these girls.  I chose to do only dogs because, if they knew they had a choice of other figures, it would take forever.  Once you give kids a choice they quickly begin to demand custom figures like monkeys or bicycles or a Buick.  No, it was bad enough I had sunk to the lowest rung of the entertainment ladder to even do balloons, so I did dogs.  Wiener dogs.  The only choice they had was color; red, blue, green, yellow or pink.  “No, I don’t have burgundy.  Red, blue, green, yellow or pink.”

Fortunately I had equipped a couple of girls with pumps and they inflated balloons for me so all I had to do was twist.  And, after the first 80 or so, I taught the girls how to twist a weiner dog.  They actually did very well after the first dozen or so, which looked like genetic mutant dogs.  But with some gentle coaching, by the time I left they were doing pretty well.  So I wondered what the reaction would be when they got home and showed mom and dad the new skill they had learned and proudly announced, “I want to be a balloon sculptor when I grow up.”  And dad likely responded, “Darling, there’s no security in a job like that.  Stay in school and get a good job like me.  Now, get me my songbook.  I want to be ready for the sales meeting tomorrow.”

Is Hypnosis Real?

June 26, 2008

Now why in the world would anyone write about this subject?  I do so because, several years ago, I became a certified hypnotherapist through classes at the New Orleans Gestalt Institute.  I did not wake up one morning and think, “I should learn hypnosis.”  On the contrary, my wife and I were attending classes being taught by a psychologist/friend who, as a part of the class, wanted to illustrate how people move their eyes when they are lying.  We started the exercise and I told several whoppers at which point the instructor responded, “I don’t understand, your eyes are not following the normal pattern.”  I responded proudly, “That is because, as a magician, I am a professional liar,” putting myself in an elite group with many salesmen and most politicians.  Later in a private conversation, she said, “You should study hypnosis.”

So I did.  I went to the Gestalt Institute for several weeks where we learned how to apply hypnotic technique within the therapy framework of neuro-linguistic programming.  If you are not familiar with NLP, it is way more than I can share here, but in essence it deals with how the brain learns and processes information.  Hypnosis is simply a tool to get past the conscious mind to the subconscious.  My initial goal was to become a hypnotherapist.  In fact, I did work with a few people for a short time doing behavior modification, such as smoking cessation and eating disorders.  But, having had several years of experience working in comedy clubs, I found it tedious.

What I did learn is that behavior modification can be a lot of fun at parties.  My daughter was 12 at the time and I had done magic at several of her birthday parties.  So that particular year she asked, “Can you do anything else?”  “Why, yes I can!” I answered gleefully.  I had not yet attempted hypnosis for fun or public humiliation, but this anxious group of pre-teens afforded a golden opportunity.

I would point to my recliner and tell them, “Everyone who sits in this chair goes into a deep trance.”  “Really?  Me first, me first!”  They were halfway there already.  I told this girl to relax, listen to the sound of my voice, stuff like that.  Then I suggested that, when she awoke, she would be a lion.  I woke her up and, just to make sure I did not seriously screw her up, I asked, “What’s your name?”  Blank stare.  I asked again…nothing.  I was getting a little worried when I remembered, lions don’t talk.  So I yelled, “GET OUT OF THE CHAIR!”  She went, “ROAR” and crawled over the back of the chair, skulking down the hallway on all fours.  Possibly even more fun than that was the look on the other eleven girls’ faces! 

After awakening her, it was time for number two.  For the next girl I suggested that she become a Chinese waitress.  She would understand English but she would only speak Chinese and, when she did, she would say, “Yin yang, yin yang.”  I woke her up and did the check of asking her name and again, no response.  So I said, “Waitress!”  She popped out of the chair and looked at me like, “What do you want?”  “That lady wants to order,” I said, pointing to my wife, who was sitting there with her mouth wide open.  Apparently she had never seen me do this before.  Oh yeah, I had never done this before.  But, being the cool professional liar that I am, I acted like I was in complete control.  So she walked over to my wife as if she were holding a pad, and my wife looked at me like, “What do I do?”  “Order something,” I said.  She asked. “Do you have Moo Goo Gai Pan?”  “Yin yang, yin yang,” the girl said and made a note on her “pad.”  Then I said to her, “That lady wants to order, too,”  pointing to a very shocked mom that had hung around for the spectacle.  She ordered egg rolls or something and the game went on.

Now, was this real or were they just acting out to fool their friends?  Let me answer with the most unbelievable event of the night.  One girl had been trying to do a split earlier in the evening, and she could get down 85% of the way, but that was all.  So I hypnotized her and suggested that, when she awoke, she could be anyone she wanted to be.  I woke her up and asked her name, and she said, “Miss Barbara.”  Since that was not her name, I said, “Great, what do you do?”  “I am a ballet teacher,” she responded.  This was getting good.  “Can you give us a demonstration?”  “Sure,” she said and started to dance all over the living room.  But no one was as impressed as when she went into a split and literally bounced off the floor.  No pain, no problem, it was a full split.  Now, how was this possible?

I have thought about that over the years and this is what I believe happens.  Under hypnosis, the body reacts to what the mind tells it is true.  That is to say, she was always capable of doing a split but her mind told her she couldn’t because it might hurt.  But under hypnosis, she was not herself, she was Miss Barbara, whom she knew was fully capable of doing a split.  So when she made the attempt, the body relaxed sufficiently to allow the muscles and tendons to stretch enough to accommodate the move she knew she could do.

I have heard of people under hypnosis being blistered by a pencil eraser.  This is how I believe it works.  The subject is shown a pencil and told, “See this cigarette?”  Notice they are not told, “This pencil is a cigarette,” because that creates a contradiction.  But if they are told it is a cigarette and they believe it, then the body is prepared to react to the reality it perceives.  So, if I point to the eraser and say, “See the fire glowing?” and they go, “Uh huh,” then I can touch them with the eraser and it will raise a blister.  Why?  Because the blister is not the result of fire, it is the result of the body’s defense mechanism against a threat regardless of whether that threat is real or perceived. 

Please, DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!  All of this is simply to shed insight on a couple of issues.  One, hypnosis is real, just ask the guy under the dental drill with no anesthesia.  And two, now we know why my daughter is the way she is after having me around during her developmental years.  Poor girl!