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Birch Bay Public Market

Friday, May 10 through the end of summer, Cathy and I will be selling her hand-made soaps, lotions, and toiletries, along with my photography, note cards, calenders, books, etc.

Come see us!

Across the street from the C Shop

4825 Alderson Road, Birch Bay, Washington 98230

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I had an automated blogroll here, powered by Google Reader, but Google, in its near-infinite lack of wisdom, killed Google Reader. Prior to this murder, all I had to do to put a blog on my blogroll (or to take it off) was to place it in a Reader folder called, appropriately enough, "blogroll" (or, of course, to remove it). I use The Old Reader now for following blogs, but it seems to have no way to something similar regarding the blogroll. If you know of a way to do this, please let me know.

Holding her close in that sweet perfection

I just got an interesting email from a concerned reader. In my novella, The Back Porch, I use the phrase “holding her close.” My reader asks:

“Shouldn’t this be ‘holding her closely’? Since ‘close’ modifies ‘holding,’ and since ‘holding’ is a verb, shouldn’t it be ‘closely,’ the adverb form?”

Actually, I have to give this reader

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The Cabinetmaker, the Photographer, the Sculptor, and the Editor

The Cabinetmaker

John Doe, a cabinetmaker, was wandering through the stacks in the farthest, darkest corner of his local hardwood dealer’s lot one fine spring day, when he came upon a very old piece of old-growth cherry wood that had been lying there air-drying in that very yard for thirty years. It was four inches thick,

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…and another bit of the same stuff.

Still doing the “research”:

This is from a blog post at Language Log, where Mark Liberman quotes the abstract for a course that his colleague, Geoff Pullum, was (in 2004, unfortunately) about to teach:

Try to imagine biological education being in a state where students are taught that whales are fish because that is judged easier for

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One More Time Into the Breach

I will never cease in the war on adverb hatred!

One of the absolute finest writers of all time, Ursula K. Le Guin, in her latest post at the Book View Café (of which I believe she is a founder):

“Without egg, Madame,” he said softly, almost unreproachfully, and went away to fetch my eggless

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Really and Truly Hating the Adverb Hatred

You’ve had it said to you.

You may even have said it to others. You, in the corner, slinking away, you’ll continue to say it, because you’ve heard it from better authorities than I am, so it must be true.

“Adjectives, like adverbs, are lazy words, slowpokes, tranquilizers. Watch out for them.”

–Jack M. Bickham

“Write with nouns and

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Active Voice, Passive Voice, and the Dread Disease of Adverbitis

Wandering slowly and aimlessly through the thickly growing vines of the cyber jungle, I happened quite unexpectedly upon yet another rant about the use of adverbs, this one (quite illogically) perpetuating the common and poorly-thought-out adage that using adverbs equals using passive voice.