Okay, I'll bite on this issue you brought up a little while back: Chicago Style Manual is annoying as all get out. The comprehensiveness and attention to detail it touts as a strength is completely muddied by its overall lack of uniformity. The different "sanctioned" variations lead, at least on the editorial side, to more confusion and frustration than precision and clarity. While less comprehensive, APA is where it is at - simple, clean, and uniform. :: sassy snap of fingers ::
This is great! I do a ton of editing for school, and I’m confined to either CMS or another topic-specific manual. I’m always looking for a better style guide for my everyday writing, though, so I’ll check out APA. I just love that the CMS is huge and responds to nearly every style issue that may arise. Just look at it:
However, I do appreciate the APA’s position on serial commas:
“I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone. I get drunk, and I drive my wife away with breath like mustard gas and roses. And then, speaking gravely and elegantly into the telephone, I ask the telephone operators to connect me with this friend or that one, from whom I have not heard in years.”—Kurt Vonnegut
At best, we nurture the fantasy that knowledge is always cumulative, and therefore concede that future eras will know more than we do. But we ignore or resist the fact that knowledge collapses as often as it accretes, that our own most cherished beliefs might appear patently false to posterity.
That fact is the essence of the meta-induction — and yet, despite its name, this idea is not pessimistic. Or rather, it is only pessimistic if you hate being wrong. If, by contrast, you think that uncovering your mistakes is one of the best ways to revise and improve your understanding of the world, then this is actually a highly optimistic insight.
“Let others lead small lives, but not you. Let others argue over small things, but not you. Let others cry over small hurts, but not you. Let others leave their future in someone elses hands, but not you. Not you.”—Jim Rohn
[I wish I could write like this. if this is not one of the most beautifully written introductions, I don’t know what is. and yes, I did sob through the entire article.]
“After the autopsy, when the doctor found white blossoms of scar tissue on Wes Leonard’s heart, he guessed they had been secretly building there for several months. That would mean Wes’s heart was slowly breaking throughout the Fennville Blackhawks’ 2010-11 regular season, when he led them in scoring and the team won 20 games without a loss.
It would mean his heart was already moving toward electrical meltdown in December, when he scored 26 on Decatur with that big left shoulder clearing a path to the hoop. It would mean his heart swelled and weakened all through January (25 against Hopkins, 33 against Martin) even as it pumped enough blood to fill at least 10 swimming pools.
This heart pounded two million times in February, probably more, heaving under its own weight, propelling Wes’s 6’2”, 230-pound frame along the glimmering hardwood with such precision and force that finally a kid from Hartford gave up on the rules and tackled him in the lane. By March 3, the night of Wes’s last and most glorious game, his heart weighed 21½ ounces, double the weight of a normal heart, and it gave him all he needed from the opening tip to the final buzzer. Then the wiring failed, the current going as jagged as a thunderbolt, and Wes fell to the floor with his big heart quivering.”
If the Oxford Comma and I were the only survivors of the armageddon, I’d let the Oxford Comma kill and eat me to keep itself alive. In other news, the Chicago Manual of Style is also for the Oxford Comma and is the best style manual that has ever existed. The CMS and I have made a pact to adopt and raise a child together if I’m not married by the time I turn 39.
after listening to a loop of daughter throughout the past few weeks, a [very patient] friend [who maybe doesn’t love listening to the only eight available daughter songs on repeat as much as I do] suggested I check out sydney wayser. I’m loving her ethereal sound and crazy solid voice.