You know, the rub-your-eyes-with-your-fists, lean-your-head-forward-with-a-quizzical-look moment…
1. My campus is closed this coming Monday for what is labeled on the official campus calendar software “Martin Luthor King Day.” Apparently, Lex himself was an evil twin of a pioneering civil rights leader who changed the face of this country forever. Either that, or we’ve been spelling MLK’s name wrong this whole time. Oopsy.
2. I thought my life up until today was pretty good: I live in the richest country in the world, I’m free to express myself as I see fit (and I have the high speed Internet access to exercise that right), I’m healthy, not poor, not hungry; I am married to a beautiful woman, I have a gorgeous, well-behaved baby daughter, and I’m surrounded by amazing family and friends at every turn. Yet there was a gap, a gaping chasm in my existence that I was not aware of. But today it is filled. I now know that San Diego is the all time winner in the street names category: Caminito De Oi Vay. My life is NOW complete.
Me? Pedantic?! No!
I expect better from an institution like Time Magazine (well, time.com in this case): In their photoessay on the life, reign, and death of Saddam Hussein, they goof in the caption for photo 5. Note the reference to the persons sitting “to Saddam’s left” and “to his right”:
This isn’t as egregious as the fauxtography scandals from last summer’s Lebanon War and other instances, but it shows a sloppiness that shouldn’t make it past a decent editor.