Wait a minute, I've been doing all this already -- for things posted to the blog! Imagine that! Even when I was a foolish kid in my twenties, I checked things against AP Style. Does this mean that I'm a trained journalist? I suppose this also means that I have the tools equipped to pie Anita Bruzzese in the face with lemon meringue if I ever see her. Which likewise involves training.
Wait a minute, I've been doing all this already -- for things posted to the blog! Imagine that! Even when I was a foolish kid in my twenties, I checked things against AP Style. Does this mean that I'm a trained journalist? I suppose this also means that I have the tools equipped to pie Anita Bruzzese in the face with lemon meringue if I ever see her. Which likewise involves training.
ReplyDeleteEd scrutinizes specimens of Ms Bruzzese's journalism in his posting "What Everybody Can Learn from Anita Bruzzese."
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ReplyDeleteI see your ah-nit-greet and raise you one, Frank:
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