Painful contractions: Another sign of age

It was a horrible, haunting story in the newspaper. One repeated way too often.

A woman “trying to leave an abusive relationship was shot and killed in western Bexar County” on December 27, 2012.

The first paragraph of the story torn out of the San Antonio Express-News remains on my desk by the keyboard two weeks later.

Not because the words make me recoil at the thought of her husband dragging the screaming woman inside the house by her hair. And not because the reporter failed to make the tale compelling. The reporter’s sincere concern about the woman’s fate was underscored by her follow-up tweets on her day off from work:

Last pm, I exclusively reported a woman killed had sought a divorce and TRO from suspected killer the day before.

Sorry for tooting (tweeting) my own horn. Story is buried online but just as important (at least) as longhorns accused of rape, IMHO.

Man accused of killing wife has bought a new car, @BexarCounty sheriff’s office says. Now in 2013 Nissan, LP 39K6495

And two days later:

Officials confirm slain woman was pregnant; husband (accused killer) bought cigars, a car, after Thurs homicide

But instead of focusing on the tragedy, this aging boomer was distracted by the reporter’s use of a contraction in the first sentence of the printed newspaper story.

I make errors all the time. Frequently, in fact, on this blog. My tone is casual. I employ contractions, and many of my sentences simply are not sentences.

But maybe I’m too old (Age, unfortunately, is an incurable disease.) to accept “who’d” in a serious news story. Particularly when “who’d,” which can mean who would or who had, was linked by “and” to “was trying” later in the sentence.

A woman who’d just filed for divorce and was trying to leave an abusive relationship was shot and killed in western Bexar County on Thursday, and officials suspect her husband is to blame.

Proofreader please. The introductory sentence sent me to wondering just who’d read the story before it went to press. As newspapers continue to scale back, have editors vanished or is this the road down which the AP Stylebook has led us?

Of course, this concern over painful contractions arises from someone who thinks about commas often but tends to make up her own rules for the grammar game every time she writes.

To modernize my thinking and make newspaper-reading more palatable, I need to cure myself of this contraction distraction disorder. Part of my efforts for the new year is to try to heal myself of punctuation obsessiveness through music therapy.

The first prescription calls for a dose of Vampire Weekend’s “Oxford Comma.”

Who’d have thought I’d be calling for a rousing chorus of “Who gives a f*** about an Oxford comma?”

February 1, 2013: Not over my contraction distraction disorder yet. Had to come back for another dosage of Vampire Weekend’s song.

The same daily newspaper did me in once again. The paper published an otherwise great story about the Mission Improvements Project on the San Antonio River on page 1. Great coverage, except the nonprofit foundation – the San Antonio River Foundation – supporting enhancements with millions of dollars in contributions was misidentified.

The online story was corrected, but the informal use of a contraction and the assignment of blame to “it,” the story itself, made the apology seem insincere:

An earlier version of this story credited the Confluence Park project on the Mission Reach to the San Antonio Parks Foundation. It should’ve credited the San Antonio River Foundation.

“Oxford Comma” time again.

Biannual survey of what you are reading on my blog

If blogging truly is my therapy, it’s amazing I have not been hospitalized this past year. My posts are few and far apart.

Yet some of my recent posts have crept up into the top dozen for 2012. Other favorites refuse to budge from the list, particularly Charles Elmer Doolin’s invention of Cheez Doodles turned into art. The number in parentheses represents the rankings from six months ago.

  1. Cheez Doodles as Art (1), posted on January 8, 2011
  2. Breaking news from the Alamo: The horse is already out of the barn, posted on August 18, 2012
  3. “Nuit of the Living Dead” (3), posted on October 30, 2010
  4. Return to the Alamo: Please don’t gag the Daughters (Whose side am I on anyway?), posted on July 29, 2012
  5. Haunting the graveyard to unearth the past (6), posted on April 4, 2012
  6. Please put this song on Tony’s pony, and make it ride away(8), posted on July 25, 2010
  7. Susan Toomey Frost stimulates a second revival of San Antonio’s traditional tilework (4), posted on June 24, 2011
  8. Concrete Artisans Leaving Lasting Imprint in San Antonio (9), posted on January 7, 2012
  9. The Madarasz murder mystery: Might Helen haunt Brackenridge Park?, posted on August 4, 2012
  10. Ban the Banner (11), posted on August 8, 2010
  11. Ribbons of Gaudi-inspired steel ripple above the river (5), posted on July 6, 2011
  12. Grandma’s rusks refuse to be rushed, posted on February 9, 2012

Thanks for following, and am hoping to be more faithful in my postings in the months ahead.

Although maybe my readers are happy not to hear from me quite so often…

The chair’s not always there: Observing Alzheimer’s 2

Another fall. Another call.

Another emergency scan for the thin, frail man.

His eyes lie.

Nothing is where it should be. Nothing stays put.

Extreme vertigo. Even when flat-footed on flat floors.

His world resembles the topsy-turvy anti-gravity house at Wonder World.

But there’s no exit. And it’s not fun.

Recently reading Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides, I was struck by a description of life when everything around you is askew:

…he now began to suffer spatial disorientation. Furniture advanced and retreated in the mechanical manner of a fun house. Like practical jokers, chairs offered themselves and then pulled away at the last moment….

Holding my hand to keep his balance, as trees and bushes made strange, sliding movements in his peripheral vision….

as his mind began to waiver, to short-circuit….