Wednesday, May 19, 2004

PROOF THAT MY SANITY IS DWINDLING

In copy editing a manuscript for a Jewish publication, I came across a section referring to the works of Marx. My first thought was “Marx? Which Marx brother?” Then I tried to think of Marx’s first name, and all I could come up with was Richard. Yes, cheesy, mullet-headed Richard Marx of “Right Here Waiting” and “Don’t Mean Nothin’” (a double negative that will drive any editor crazy).

Only after clearing my mind and really thinking did the name “Karl” appear on my pop culture-saturated radar.

So I’m no intellectual. At least not today. But it’s good to know the information’s still in there, albeit partially buried beneath a pop culture blanket.

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Wednesday, May 19, 2004

PROOF THAT MY SANITY IS DWINDLING

In copy editing a manuscript for a Jewish publication, I came across a section referring to the works of Marx. My first thought was “Marx? Which Marx brother?” Then I tried to think of Marx’s first name, and all I could come up with was Richard. Yes, cheesy, mullet-headed Richard Marx of “Right Here Waiting” and “Don’t Mean Nothin’” (a double negative that will drive any editor crazy).

Only after clearing my mind and really thinking did the name “Karl” appear on my pop culture-saturated radar.

So I’m no intellectual. At least not today. But it’s good to know the information’s still in there, albeit partially buried beneath a pop culture blanket.

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