Spotted on the Train: January 13, 2015

 Someone thinks they remember their grammar lessons.

From wikipedia:
Stet is a form of the Latin verb sto, stare, steti, statum,^[1] originally used by proofreaders and editors to instruct the typesetter or writer to disregard a change the editor or proofreader had previously marked. This usage of the verb, known as the "jussive subjunctive",^[2] derives from the active-voiced third-person subjunctive singular present and is typically translated as "Let it stand".^[3]

Conventionally, the content that included the edit to be disregarded was underlined using dashes or dots and stet written and circled above or beside it.^[3] Alternatively, a circled tick or checkmark could be placed beside the content in a margin.^[4]

Found via Google Image search on STET

~photos by iTouch

Photo of the Day: Art Direction Questions

Spotted on the train: this ad. I have to wonder about the art director on this shoot trying to justify, "Yes. I want a barefoot guy in a nice suit to ride his bike through a flooded swamp. Make it happen people." How many times did they have to shoot this? How many times did the bike get stuck? How many times did the bike fall over? How cold and squishy was the mud?

I apparently have too much time to think on the train in the morning. At least on this day I didn't fall asleep and miss my stop. That was NOT a fun morning panic attack.

~photos by iTouch

Yes, It's a Commercial, but it will still make you cry

Commercials don't have to be crass.

They don't have to be loud or flashy, 

or full of inappropriateness.

Sometimes, it takes an international commercial to remind you.

Have tissues.

If you can't see it above, click on this link, or cut and paste this:

http://youtu.be/cZGghmwUcbQ


To be honest, there was a bit there, when I thought it was going to be a Mormon tv spot like those of days of yore.

Make Good Art.

~Neil Gaiman

Photos of the Day: Adventures in Advertising

 Don't these all look like advertisements for cruising?

Nope. I took 'em all.

With material that Mother Nature presented, it's hard to go wrong.

Sometimes She makes me feel "this" small.

May-be life will eventually slow down?

I keep thinking that eventually life would May-be slow down ... but no.

Last week was the last week of the academic year at the Big J, capped off by Commencement on Friday in Alice Tully Hall. What you can't see in this blurry photo from the balcony is the dignitaries that included Daniel Day-Lewis* (as himself) and my favorite work-study student. It's weird to think that almost 20 years ago there was a Development officer at my graduation being wistful that HER work-study student (me) was graduating after four years.

20 years ago that Development Officer didn't have wi-fi to entertain her during the loooooooonnnnng ceremony, or digital cameras to capture the action. She probably would have wanted to pay money, though, too, to bribe the organist to slip in a phrase or two from Phantom of the Opera into the recessional.

It was a happily sad day. I had to take the floral decorations from the fancy schmazy lunch home as a consolation. The hydrangeas promptly died the next day. What does that mean?

The whole week was sweet, somewhat spicy from the stress of getting everything done, but totally nuts.

I wouldn't be lying if I said that this was dinner one night, after 10 p.m. As was this fried egg sandwich. I've been told that meals after 9 at night that aren't a mid-night snack, are called the 22:00 breakfasts. That's just too late to be eating any kind of dinner. But that's what last week was.

After a busy week of work, late trains, rains, projects, and deadlines, this ad for Maine tourism really caught my eye.

Sounds about right, "write now."

Instead of a speech from the School president, "Dr." Day-Lewis read this poem to the graduates. If you need to know, Daniel Day-Lewis as Dr. Day-Lewis (Hon. Doctor of Fine Arts) is just as impressive as Daniel Day-Lewis as anyone else. 

Today

By Billy Collins

 

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,

so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw

open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,

indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths

and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight

that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight

on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants

from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,

holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,

well, today is just that kind of day.

Source: Poetry (April 2000).

All these "quality" photos via iTouch.