<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259</id><updated>2012-02-03T13:02:41.845-08:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='perfectionism'/><category term='movies'/><category term='New Year&apos;s Day'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='child psychology'/><category term='topics'/><category term='make it work'/><category term='penmanship'/><category term='quotation marks'/><category term='dog days of summer'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='spring'/><category term='literally'/><category term='pets'/><category term='National Novel Writing Month'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='work'/><category term='cursive'/><category term='word order'/><category term='positve'/><category term='apostrophe'/><category term='Independence Day'/><category term='TV'/><category term='certificates'/><category term='possessive'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='mistakes'/><category term='information'/><category term='college'/><category term='Henry James novels'/><category term='colds'/><category term='bucket list'/><category term='cats'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='networking'/><category term='online'/><category term='rest'/><category term='good luck'/><category term='negative'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='errors'/><category term='unemployment'/><category term='life lesson'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='unconnected'/><category term='editing'/><category term='academic writing'/><category term='acting'/><category term='The Force'/><category term='Halloween costumes'/><category term='plural'/><category term='fallacies'/><category term='disclaimer'/><category term='life improvement'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='sick pets'/><category term='skills'/><category term='isolation'/><category term='college writing'/><category term='2011'/><category term='figures of speech'/><category term='upper respiratory infection'/><category term='creativity'/><category term='grammar'/><category term='year in review'/><category term='actually'/><category term='breaking dawn'/><category term='improving your mood'/><category term='dialogue'/><category term='punctuation'/><category term='social networking'/><category term='word placement'/><category term='Indiana Jones'/><category term='Romeo and Juliet'/><category term='internet'/><category term='verbal crutch'/><category term='werewolves'/><category term='handwriting'/><category term='kennel cough'/><category term='well wishes'/><category term='robins'/><category term='originality'/><category term='teachers'/><category term='personal'/><category term='positive thinking'/><category term='Lee Pace'/><category term='perspective'/><category term='etiquette'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='college professors'/><category term='goals'/><category term='thrift store'/><category term='private'/><category term='cliches'/><category term='teen romance'/><category term='certification'/><category term='contraction'/><category term='job search'/><category term='alternative phrases'/><category term='volunteering'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='social media'/><category term='Young Frankenstein'/><category term='writing'/><category term='novels'/><category term='pet care'/><title type='text'>The Reluctant Blogger</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-9059512774338766903</id><published>2012-02-03T13:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:02:41.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plagiarism</title><summary type='text'>

This week in one of my classes, we discussed how to avoid
the dangers of the internet in violating copyright on images. While we did not discuss
text, the same thing goes for that, too.



In my working life, I’ve run into plenty of people, of all
different ages, who believe that writing consists of finding information on the
internet, copying it and pasting it into a Word document. Furthermore</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/9059512774338766903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2012/02/plagiarism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/9059512774338766903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/9059512774338766903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2012/02/plagiarism.html' title='Plagiarism'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-5062632505825896994</id><published>2012-01-27T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:19:00.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='certification'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='certificates'/><title type='text'>The Lobotomy Certificate</title><summary type='text'>

This week, during a semi-impromptu presentation in a class
I’m enrolled in, the presenter introduced a young man by saying that he was
working toward a “lobotomy certificate.” The young man was willing to let that
pass, but when the presenter was questioned and she repeated exactly what she
had said with smiling conviction, he corrected her by piping up with “phlebotomy certificate.”



All </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/5062632505825896994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2012/01/lobotomy-certificate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/5062632505825896994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/5062632505825896994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2012/01/lobotomy-certificate.html' title='The Lobotomy Certificate'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-5726635809278602318</id><published>2012-01-20T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T08:43:14.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Independence Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog days of summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cliches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fallacies'/><title type='text'>Robins Only Live in Springtime</title><summary type='text'>

It has begun.



Every year, I hear all kinds of odd statements, old wives’
tales and outright fallacies casually and predictably pronounced by news
anchors, weathermen, and marketers (via TV commercials).



It seems most of them have to do with animals, holidays and
seasons. Many of them are flat-out ridiculous. Yet people perpetuate them with
glee.



It began early this year during a warm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/5726635809278602318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2012/01/robins-only-live-in-springtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/5726635809278602318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/5726635809278602318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2012/01/robins-only-live-in-springtime.html' title='Robins Only Live in Springtime'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-7590755063402756162</id><published>2012-01-14T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:51:39.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Pronoun?</title><summary type='text'>

Do you ever get corrected when you say “him and I” or “Joe
and me”? People are frequently confused about the proper use of direct and
indirect object pronouns, especially because half the people they listen to and
model are wrong.



Here’s how to get it right.



Don’t worry about what part of speech you’re using and
whether it’s direct or indirect. That’s too much analysis. Just try this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/7590755063402756162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2012/01/which-pronoun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/7590755063402756162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/7590755063402756162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2012/01/which-pronoun.html' title='Which Pronoun?'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-5411217990368791527</id><published>2012-01-06T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T09:03:35.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upper respiratory infection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kennel cough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colds'/><title type='text'>Taking Care of a Pet With a Cold</title><summary type='text'>

The disclaimer: If
your pet is sick, please consult a veterinarian. This advice is not intended to
replace the personalized care you will get when you physically take your animal
to a licensed veterinarian.



I have been volunteering at a local animal shelter for awhile now, in the veterinary clinic. Adopters can bring their newly adopted pets in
for free help with shelter-related health </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/5411217990368791527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2012/01/taking-care-of-pet-with-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/5411217990368791527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/5411217990368791527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2012/01/taking-care-of-pet-with-cold.html' title='Taking Care of a Pet With a Cold'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-6526961042678608073</id><published>2012-01-02T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T09:12:30.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Rest</title><summary type='text'>

This New Year’s Day, as you know, was both a holiday and a Sunday.
Traditionally, holidays and Sundays were not only days off from work, but also
generally days of rest.



It used to be (or so I’m told) that nothing was open on Sundays
or holidays except churches and the odd donut shop. You couldn’t just step out
and shop for new clothes or TVs or pick up a few necessities on Christmas. Lots </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/6526961042678608073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2012/01/rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/6526961042678608073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/6526961042678608073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2012/01/rest.html' title='Rest'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-8044533593035798001</id><published>2011-12-27T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T12:54:23.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year in review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='networking'/><title type='text'>Some of the good things about 2011</title><summary type='text'>

It was a trying year in many respects for many people. But
there was good with the bad, and there were gains with the losses.



I gained new contacts and friends this year through
networking. Networking is one of those things that people say is crucial to job
searching, but should also be practiced when not job searching. Networking is a
difficult thing for an introvert. Much of the advice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/8044533593035798001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/12/some-of-good-things-about-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/8044533593035798001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/8044533593035798001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/12/some-of-good-things-about-2011.html' title='Some of the good things about 2011'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-2512385029797109486</id><published>2011-12-19T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:28:52.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romeo and Juliet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life improvement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Frankenstein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improving your mood'/><title type='text'>Perspective</title><summary type='text'>

You’ve probably heard a lot about gratitude as a means of improving
your mood or your life. You make a daily list of all the things and people in
your life that you’re grateful for. It can help put things in perspective.



I call this the “There art thou happy” list. In Romeo and
Juliet, after Tybalt kills Mercutio, Romeo kills Tybalt and Romeo has been
banished from the city for his crime, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/2512385029797109486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/12/perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/2512385029797109486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/2512385029797109486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/12/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-5053867274819770439</id><published>2011-12-07T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T12:50:21.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unemployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Untried Job Search Strategies</title><summary type='text'>



The Disclaimer: There’s
a heavy dose of honesty here. Live with it.




I've been out of work now for a long time. Too long. And the
unemployment has come with a supersized order of rejection, big enough to clog anybody’s
emotional arteries.



I’ve been advised to think positively (that’s another blog
for another day). But after almost a year of unemployment and daily job
searching, I think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/5053867274819770439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/12/untried-job-search-strategies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/5053867274819770439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/5053867274819770439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/12/untried-job-search-strategies.html' title='Untried Job Search Strategies'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-7793260600883970030</id><published>2011-11-28T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T11:03:06.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='werewolves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking dawn'/><title type='text'>Drained by a Vampire Movie</title><summary type='text'>I went to see Breaking Dawn Part I this weekend. I didn’t particularly care to, but a certain friend of mine loves the novels on which this movie is based, so I went with her. I enjoyed three things about the experience: the company of my friend, the chance to have a meal while sitting in the theater (we went to one of those theaters with table service), and the fact that I didn’t pay a thing for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/7793260600883970030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/11/drained-by-vampire-movie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/7793260600883970030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/7793260600883970030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/11/drained-by-vampire-movie.html' title='Drained by a Vampire Movie'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-7546176356376623747</id><published>2011-11-22T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T12:28:09.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Don't Write Negatively</title><summary type='text'>The disclaimer: I see from my previous blog post titles that I've not practiced what I'm about to preach. However, this blog post title is intended to be ironic.You’ve heard the old adage: “Think positive.” (To which I might reply, ‘think positively,’ but that’s another blog.)I’d like to extend that adage to “Write positively.”Don’t is not a very powerful word. Case in point: When you’re </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/7546176356376623747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-write-negatively.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/7546176356376623747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/7546176356376623747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-write-negatively.html' title='Don&apos;t Write Negatively'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-2985326707260461283</id><published>2011-11-15T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T14:10:39.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indiana Jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college professors'/><title type='text'>The Things You Remember From College</title><summary type='text'>I don’t know why I got all nostalgic, but the other day I got to remembering a certain college professor of mine – John Weihaupt. I took his classes in oceanography and astrogeology (the geology of the planets and moons), and admired the heck out of him. I even asked him to be my advisor on an independent study.He had led research expeditions all around the world, making important discoveries, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/2985326707260461283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-you-remember-from-college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/2985326707260461283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/2985326707260461283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-you-remember-from-college.html' title='The Things You Remember From College'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-72817293830208227</id><published>2011-11-07T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:55:04.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word placement'/><title type='text'>Be Careful Where You Put That Word!</title><summary type='text'>Be careful with your word order; it could entirely change the meaning of what you’re saying.Some words seem to be very easily misplaced. They slip in and out of sentences so stealthily that it’s hard to keep track of them. They are usually small, slippery words, like “all,” “not,” and “only.” Here are a couple of examples.
“Not all fats are bad” versus “All fats are not bad”Look, there are two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/72817293830208227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/11/be-careful-where-you-put-that-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/72817293830208227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/72817293830208227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/11/be-careful-where-you-put-that-word.html' title='Be Careful Where You Put That Word!'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-3552001215240423388</id><published>2011-11-02T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:22:55.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucket list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Novel Writing Month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novels'/><title type='text'>A Novel Idea (Even If You Don’t Have an Idea for a Novel)</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever said, “Someday, I’m going to write a novel”? Well, and have you done it?Yesterday, I began writing my novel. I will finish on November 30.I am participating (again) in National Novel Writing Month. The goal is to write a 50,000-word novel between Nov. 1 and Nov. 30.I hear you saying that’s crazy. But I’ve done it before. In 2009, I wrote my first novel. I did not publish my novel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/3552001215240423388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/11/novel-idea-even-if-you-dont-have-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/3552001215240423388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/3552001215240423388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/11/novel-idea-even-if-you-dont-have-idea.html' title='A Novel Idea (Even If You Don’t Have an Idea for a Novel)'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-3855219808329591538</id><published>2011-10-28T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T10:00:58.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrift store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween costumes'/><title type='text'>The Ghost of Halloween Costumes Past (With No Ghosts)</title><summary type='text'>﻿ The Disclaimer: OK, so I'm relatively new at this blog platform, and I struggled with making the layout the way I wanted it. The blog platform won.

It’s easy to find a Halloween costume in a thrift store and cheaper than going to a Halloween store. The quality is usually better, too, because it’s real clothing and not a plastic garbage bag that’s trying to pass itself off as leather.
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Here </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/3855219808329591538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/10/ghost-of-halloween-costumes-past-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/3855219808329591538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/3855219808329591538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/10/ghost-of-halloween-costumes-past-with.html' title='The Ghost of Halloween Costumes Past (With No Ghosts)'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUBHiq8Ribo/TqrcZCUujMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0bxIOx8QqKI/s72-c/008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-8610744152787880424</id><published>2011-10-21T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T15:12:42.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='well wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etiquette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alternative phrases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Force'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make it work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good luck'/><title type='text'>Alternatives to “Good Luck”</title><summary type='text'>The Disclaimer: See that bump in my cheek? It’s my tongue.I recently went to a hardware store and told them my problem: the spout on my gas can fell down inside the can and now I can’t pour the gas out without it all running down the side of the can and pooling in a perilous flammable puddle. I asked if they had a replacement spout. The clerk’s answer was, “Good luck!”Now, I’ve had a lot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/8610744152787880424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/10/alternatives-to-good-luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/8610744152787880424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/8610744152787880424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/10/alternatives-to-good-luck.html' title='Alternatives to “Good Luck”'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-3613720447477093804</id><published>2011-10-05T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T11:22:54.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotation marks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punctuation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogue'/><title type='text'>Don't Abandon Quotation Marks</title><summary type='text'>We are all familiar with the uses of quotation marks. Well, actually, that’s just wishful thinking on my part – plenty of people misuse them (see the “blog” of “unnecessary” quotation marks).Those of us who are familiar with them know that, at least in America, they are used mainly for two reasons: to indicate irony, which is what people are unwittingly doing in the aforementioned blog, and to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/3613720447477093804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-abandon-quotation-marks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/3613720447477093804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/3613720447477093804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-abandon-quotation-marks.html' title='Don&apos;t Abandon Quotation Marks'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-5980845588762613101</id><published>2011-10-01T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T13:37:46.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='originality'/><title type='text'>A Wholly Unoriginal Post</title><summary type='text'>Is there truly nothing new under the sun? Seth Godin says that the number of creators is rising; that is, for every 100 consumers, there is someone with a blog, a TV show, or a product of some kind. When the world is saturated with creators, are the creators just re-creating old creations?We’ve all heard this complaint from movie critics: That movie was formulaic. This movie was just that movie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/5980845588762613101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/10/wholly-unoriginal-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/5980845588762613101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/5980845588762613101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/10/wholly-unoriginal-post.html' title='A Wholly Unoriginal Post'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-14978898007888714</id><published>2011-09-26T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T12:52:50.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='information'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='private'/><title type='text'>What Is Personal?</title><summary type='text'>The definition of what is personal, and therefore private, has changed with time.It used to be that your body was personal and private. At various times in history, you dared not show your neck or ankle or bellybutton to anyone and seeing someone else’s in public was scandalous. There was shame in revealing the personal, at least to the wrong person and at the wrong time. To reveal the personal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/14978898007888714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-is-personal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/14978898007888714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/14978898007888714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-is-personal.html' title='What Is Personal?'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-934030182697807698</id><published>2011-09-16T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T10:57:50.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academic writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry James novels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='editing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>An Occupational Hazard of Writers</title><summary type='text'>The Disclaimer: This isn’t so much a disclaimer as a credit. The following was inspired by a conversation with new friend and fellow ex-teacher Robert Hageman. Thanks, Rob!One of the biggest occupational hazards of being a writer and editor is that everyone thinks they can do the job as well as, if not better than, you can. (Hey, that’s funny -- that was one of my occupational hazards as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/934030182697807698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/09/occupational-hazard-of-writers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/934030182697807698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/934030182697807698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/09/occupational-hazard-of-writers.html' title='An Occupational Hazard of Writers'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-4729000693458007916</id><published>2011-09-06T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T09:48:15.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfectionism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='errors'/><title type='text'>I Made a Mistake</title><summary type='text'>In a recent job interview, I had to fess up to an infamous error I made while at my last job. I was editing an edition of a research journal. The editing and proofreading had been a long process, and it was down to the finishing touches. Suddenly, word came that the journal was going to be handed out at a conference and it needed to go to print now. The graphic designer was preparing the standard</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/4729000693458007916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-made-mistake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/4729000693458007916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/4729000693458007916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-made-mistake.html' title='I Made a Mistake'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-2484540373451939597</id><published>2011-08-31T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:36:13.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actually'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal crutch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figures of speech'/><title type='text'>Idiosyncrasy or verbal crutch?</title><summary type='text'>The disclaimer: Yep, I use a couple of these myself, without even thinking about it. And it must stop.Have you ever noticed people peppering their speech with useless or even erroneously used words and phrases? Do you think it’s colorful or just annoying? I’m talking about things like:·         “Actually.”Example:  “So, I actually called the phone company, and I actually complained about my bill.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/2484540373451939597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/08/idiosyncrasy-or-verbal-crutch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/2484540373451939597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/2484540373451939597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/08/idiosyncrasy-or-verbal-crutch.html' title='Idiosyncrasy or verbal crutch?'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-3281726648462219375</id><published>2011-08-28T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T13:35:57.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isolation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unemployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unconnected'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Unconnected</title><summary type='text'>The disclaimer: This blog is most decidedly colored by the mental state one can get into when one is unemployed.I believe I’m not the first to suggest that this globally connected world is not so connected. We are losing sight of each other.When we drive, all that metal and rubber between us makes it easy to lose sight of the fact that all the cars around us contain at least one human being each.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/3281726648462219375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/08/unconnected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/3281726648462219375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/3281726648462219375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/08/unconnected.html' title='Unconnected'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-2897992211800485555</id><published>2011-08-21T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T12:31:03.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handwriting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cursive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penmanship'/><title type='text'>The Devolution of Handwriting</title><summary type='text'>I’m sure you’ve read (probably in the neat, sans-serif lettering of digitized print) that cursive writing and penmanship are on the decline. That, indeed, some schools have even stopped teaching cursive writing because it is so useless. That except perhaps for calligraphy hobbyists, everyone’s penmanship, not just doctors’, is rapidly waning.Perhaps like me, you still have some use for writing by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/2897992211800485555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/08/devolution-of-handwriting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/2897992211800485555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/2897992211800485555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/08/devolution-of-handwriting.html' title='The Devolution of Handwriting'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-5341682946828290429</id><published>2011-08-13T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T13:17:41.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apostrophe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possessive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contraction'/><title type='text'>Stick Your Apostrophes Where They Belong</title><summary type='text'>The Disclaimer: I have been an English teacher and am currently a professional writer and editor --though an unemployed one -- so you weigh the evidence.Have you forgotten the difference between a plural, a possessive and a contraction? Are you unsure about when to use an apostrophe and where to stick it? Your misuse of apostrophes could cause undesirable consequences for you, not the least of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/5341682946828290429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/08/stick-your-apostrophes-where-they.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/5341682946828290429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/5341682946828290429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/08/stick-your-apostrophes-where-they.html' title='Stick Your Apostrophes Where They Belong'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-8274233941111025066</id><published>2011-08-09T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T12:48:00.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lee Pace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Lee Pace and Real Acting</title><summary type='text'>The Disclaimer: Now, I may be getting all critical here about actors and maybe one actor in particular, but that’s not to say that I actually know what I’m talking about. Yes, I’ve been there myself, most un-notably in the fifth grade musical and the college one-act festival. But no, I was not good.Lee Pace is seriously underrated. Do you know him? He doesn’t usually show up on magazine covers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/8274233941111025066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/08/lee-pace-and-real-acting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/8274233941111025066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/8274233941111025066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/08/lee-pace-and-real-acting.html' title='Lee Pace and Real Acting'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648499161415694259.post-2909339533569427106</id><published>2011-08-09T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T12:28:00.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disclaimer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topics'/><title type='text'>The Disclaimer</title><summary type='text'>This blog posting is one big disclaimer.From here on out, this blog will be irregular and unclassifiable. There’s no set topic. It’s undisciplined and unscheduled. Even the tone may vary. You might expect to find musings on books, movies and popular culture. You might find a semi-serious discourse on a concept such as creativity. You might find a lesson in grammar. Who knows? I certainly don’t.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/feeds/2909339533569427106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/08/disclaimer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/2909339533569427106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648499161415694259/posts/default/2909339533569427106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reluctant.blogspot.com/2011/08/disclaimer.html' title='The Disclaimer'/><author><name>The Reluctant Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485872087842878123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
