Monday, July 27, 2015

Coucil* (for Council*)

Remember the Cowsills? Musical groups often have interesting names, so for a brief senior moment there I sort of had to wonder: what is a cowsill? (Is it anything like a "henway"?) Well, it turns out that Cowsill was the surname of Bill, Bob, Barry, and John, along with their siblings Susan and Paul, and their mother Barbara (known by fans as "mini-mom"). The "bubblegum pop" band played widely in the late 1960s and was the inspiration for the popular sitcom The Partridge Family. In both incarnations, the father was generally "not in the picture" (if not entirely uninvolved) and his absence may be partially explained by the 2015 Showtime doc Family Band: The Cowsills Story, which discusses the Cowsills' "rise to fame and subsequent fall, due to their father's controlling and abusive nature." On a more upbeat note, it includes interviews with Tommy James, Shirley Jones, and radio personality Cousin Brucie. It seems the Cowsills were also cow shills (just kidding, I mean spokespeople, though they were practically a council unto themselves) for the American Dairy Association. They sang the themes to the film The Impossible Years (1968) and the television show Love American Style (1969), and were considered to be "the real thing" by Ms. Jones and many others in the music and TV biz. Coucil* (for council*) was found 30 times in OhioLINK, and 1425 times in WorldCat.

(Publicity photo of the Cowsills receiving a gold record for their hit single "The Rain, the Park and Other Things" in 1967, from Wikimedia Commons.)

Carol Reid

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Hygein* (for Hygiene, etc.)


“Let’s talk about feminine hygiene.”  If this conversation opener makes you squirm, then you’re not alone.  But thanks to the work of organizations like WASH Advocates and WASH United (WASH stands for “water, sanitation, and hygiene”) and companies like Be Girl, Inc. and AFRIpads, the social justice aspect of feminine hygiene is getting some long-overdue attention.  In the developed world, the concern is often women who can’t afford feminine products, and solutions might include providing them free of charge or at least working to eliminate the sales tax on them.  But for the homeless or those in developing countries—who may lack access to feminine hygiene products and sanitary facilities entirely—the consequences are much more severe.  Women and girls the world over are kept from working, attending school, playing sports, and participating in many other daily activities we take for granted.   Added to that is the health risk.  Poor hygiene practices lead to infections and certain types of cancers. 

Fortunately, hygein* is not nearly so problematic in library catalogs.  There are 13 entries in the OhioLink database, and 255 in WorldCat.  Some of the latter are for non-English-language works, but you would probably want to have a look at those too, because a lot involve errors in subject heading strings.

(Amra Padatik India, celebrationof Menstrual Hygiene Day, from Wikimedia Commons)

Deb Kulczak




Friday, July 17, 2015

Opinoin* (for Opinion*)

I recently heard someone refer to the "court of public demand," accidentally conflating "public opinion" and "popular demand." I'm not sure what a court like that would look like, but I sort of like the sound of it! If you too like sounds, would like to be in popular demand, and plan to go a-courtin', you could do a damn sight worse than to heed the advice of this 90-year-old newspaper ad, which boldly trumpets: "Play a Sincere Instrument and POPULARITY LOVE and ROMANCE will be yours." That's the opinion, anyway, of a music store in New York City called "Sincere Studios," where banjos and ukuleles once sold for $2.98 and a dream. (I'm honoring the house style by leaving the word "Sincere" in quotation marks, although as one reader comments, "I imagined the point was to pretend to be sincere while really trying to seduce an innocent young lady with your ukulele music," while another one wonders, "Why does the name 'Sincere Studios' make me less trustful?") A mail-order purchase also promised to bring you (along with guaranteed happiness) a free copy of the "Peter Pan Uke Method" and one "green felt pick." It's easy to snicker, and yet I feel rather oddly beguiled by this: "Win friends and popularity! Own and play a 'Sincere' Hawaiian Ukulele or a Banjo Ukulele! Get into the swim! The girl or fellow that can play a musical instrument has an open invitation to partake in social gatherings. There is no more excuse for being a wall flower..." And I like that they put the girl first, in both the text and the picture, where she's shown seated above the man and facing directly into the camera. Perhaps I'm a little late to the party here, but it looks like ukuleles have always been popular with the ladies. There were two cases of Opinoin* in OhioLINK, and 34 in WorldCat.

("Sincere Studios" advertisement from 1926 Art and Beauty Magazine and Wikimedia Commons.)

Carol Reid

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Aspost* (for Apost*)

Do you believe there should be a different standard for writing that is literally carved in stone? I was outside on my break at the World War II memorial and noticed that on the marble bench where I sat were written the words: "DEDICATED TO THE WOMEN OF NEW YORK WHO GAVE THEIR SONS AND DAUGHTERS IN DEFENSE OF FREEDOM." I decided to see what some of the other engravings had to say and hesitated briefly over one that began: "IN RECOGNITION OF THOSE WHO WENT IN HARMS WAY..." Clearly, that should have been HARM'S, though one has to wonder whether the apostrophe is going the way of the dodo. (For another example—and some might say another endangered species—see the unenlightened sign for "Mens Room" in the nearby cafeteria.) These possessive little guys don't really take up that much room, for Pete's sake, and this particular inscription was sort of prolix, anyway; it still had two long lines to go. But maybe stone cutters and bureaucrats think apostrophes look inelegant, somehow. Or that, despite their relatively tiny size, as characters go, it's simply too much work to punch out punctuation marks. I spent some time the other morning, while waiting for the bus, watching this buff young man cut down a very large tree (there were four of them, really, rising from the same giant trunk) and even with a chainsaw, it seemed to take him forever. Maybe that's the way it is with apostrophes in stone: an easy thing to get wrong, and a hard one to make right. There were seven hits on Aspost* in OhioLINK today, and 140 in WorldCat. (Of the former, one was a reference to the antibiotic Asposterol; some were misspellings of proper names and foreign renderings of words like apostolic; and one was just the inadvertent merging of as and postindustrial.) Note that the person who posted this image to Wikimedia Commons was astute enough to remember the apostrophe—though by deploying ALL CAPS LIKE THAT, the reader might be forgiven for imagining for a second that a man with the marvelously nomen est omen name of "Stone Carver" had left his own permanent calling card up there. (Note also the fairly common, but hard to locate, typo Capital for capitol.)

(STONE CARVER'S NAME ON NECKING OF CAPITAL, Philadelphia Exchange Company, 143 South Third Street, Philadelphia, PA, from Wikimedia Commons.)

Carol Reid

Monday, July 13, 2015

Represet* (for Represent*)

I'm not going to sit here and filibuster all day, but let me just ask you this: When you sent your representative off to Congress, did you expect him to just set there? Or did you want her to actually do something? In the movie Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, James Stewart's eponymous politician scarcely even sits down, much less fails in his aims, once setting foot in our nation's capitol. Not that there wasn't corruption and excessive partisanship going on there—au contraire. But what Mr. Smith (the most seemingly generic of all American surnames) brought to the Hill was both passion and perseverance, fueled by a genuine love for the little man/woman/and child. He had integrity, honesty, decency, and drive. Apparently, that's all it takes. Remember that the next time you want someone to represent you. Represet* was found 16 times in OhioLINK, and 392 times in WorldCat.

(James Stewart in Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, 1939, from Wikimedia Commons.)

Carol Reid

Friday, July 10, 2015

Hanna + Hannah (for Hannah or Hanna)

After blogging last time about magazine journalist Hanna Rosin and fictional character Hannah Horvath, I thought that perhaps today I would see how many Hanna + Hannah typos I could find. When I started searching these names in Wikipedia, I was directed to the page for Saint Anne, "also known as Ann or Anna or Anne Elizabeth, from Hebrew Hannah, חַנָּה, meaning favor or grace" and was told she was the mother of the Virgin Mary, or Jesus' grandmother, according to both Christian and Islamic tradition. Arguably, the savior also had a maternal aunt called Mary (which seems as though it might've been a bit confusing), as well as a BFF with the same name, i.e., Mary Magdalene. Being a rather devoted aunt myself, I was especially intrigued by the spare and conflicting story of his. Mary of Clopas was mentioned only once in the Bible, in the book of John: "Now there stood by the cross of Jesus His mother, and His mother's sister, Mary of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene." Just who all these Marys really were, and how they were related, is the subject of some debate, but apparently, Clopas was the brother of Joseph (Jesus' bio-dad) and Mary was either his daughter or (more likely) his wife. (Further exegesis has identified her as Christ's sister, his mother's cousin, her sister-in-law, and even his mom herself.) In any event, Mary of Clopas clearly adored her "sister's son," just as I do mine. I'm not making an invidious comparison, but simply speaking of love, when I say that his grandmother (Mary) and his sister (Mary), along with two proud parents, another doting aunt, and me, all stood by our own precious boy as he graduated from high school recently in the heavenly mountains of upstate New York. Today's combination typo comes up 75 times in OhioLINK, and "too many records found for your search" in WorldCat. As always with typos of this sort, be alert to false positives. Of the first ten hits in OhioLINK, a couple of them are for records correctly containing more than one person named Hanna(h), or at least more than one rendering of her name.

(The birth of the Virgin Mary, the midwife hands the baby Mary, in swaddling clothes, to her mother Anne. Coloured pen drawing after a painting by B. Vivarini, 1473. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.)

Carol Reid

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Feeel* (for Feel*)

Hey, I resemble that remark! In a recent article on Slate entitled "Proud to be Dowdy," Hanna Rosin states: "It's an insult, but it's also a superpower. Let's reclaim it." I couldn't agree more. (Although I'm never quite sure if I'm more frumpy than dowdy, or more frowzy than frumpy. And then there's blowsy, sleazy, lumpy, dumpy, and all the rest of the dwarves.) Regardless of what you call it, though, it's all about comfort, and only partially or perversely about "fashion," or even "personal style." I like to be presentable, of course, but it's self-evidently better (to me, if not to the likes of Fernando Lamas, as caricatured by Billy Crystal on Saturday Night Live) to feel good than to look good. Frumpy is also a matter of taste and attitude, and some people can really work the look, like Lena Dunham's character, Hannah Horvath, on the HBO series Girls. Dunham gets a lot of flack for being "fat" and not being ashamed of it, or even much inclined to try and hide her careless curves and Pillsbury paunch. She does look really cute, though, kind of like a big baby, padding around in bare feet and short, shapeless sundresses. Even her tattoos are of children's book characters. (The one she's showing off here is of Ferdinand the Bull, another renegade who knows his own mind.) I've blogged about Dunham before, but you can never have too much dowdy—whether it's apple pan dowdy or apple-shaped and doughy! (Lena, you're perfect and we love you.) Today's typo turned up once in OhioLINK, and 53 times in WorldCat.

(Lena Dunham at the 2012 Tribeca Film Festival premiere of Supporting Characters, from Wikimedia Commons.)

Carol Reid