Showing posts with label news. Show all posts
Showing posts with label news. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
I Read the News Today, Oh Boy…
Considering this morning’s headlines, like so many other mornings, I believe Bear (and his creator, Ms. Diana Sudyka) is on to something:
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
WordGazing: Weather Worries
At the bottom of the television screen last night, I saw this:Flood warning…don’t drown.
Well, thanks for the encouragement, I thought. I wasn’t planning to.
But then I saw the warning in its entirety. In the case of rising waters, viewers were told to seek higher ground. Otherwise…
“If traveling, remember turn around, don’t drown.”
Could this be the newsroom’s nod to Poetry Month?
[Pic from LEX18.com.]
Friday, July 31, 2009
Big News from a Small-Town Newspaper
A shoebox filled with zucchini bread was in my mail yesterday, courtesy of my mother. To prevent the loaves from moving around, she had crumpled up pages of her local newspaper and inserted them between the bread and the walls of the box. As I crossed the kitchen to throw away one of the pages, I scanned the headlines. (It's an obsession for me: If it can be read, I'll read it—food packaging, notices on trees, fine print in junk mail.) One headline jumped out:
"100 canaries seized in bird fighting ring"
Surely canaries was short for Canary Dog, or Perro de Presa Canario, powerful canines originally bred in the Canary Islands. Maybe a proofreader stuck bird into the headline (proofreaders can be exasperatingly literal-minded).
So I took a closer look. The article was written by the reputable Associated Press and the "ring" was brought down in Connecticut of all places. Perhaps when you're driven to watch animals fight yet stay under the radar while doing it, canaries are the discreet choice. Oh, they had finches, too. (I'm not linking you to the disgusting details. If you want them, you can Google them yourself.)
I don't always pay attention to the news; it's too distressing. As you know, job-seekers have to keep their chins up. But if fiction and reality continue to converge—if I can't tell the difference between The Onion and The Herald—then there's no refuge from human folly.
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