I just cleaned up about seven typos in the Randy Cohen post, which was up on the site including them for most of the day.
I apologize profusely for the sloppiness. I am the world’s worst proof-reader, and when I am rushing to get a post finished under a deadline, I am even worse than that. Nonetheless, this is no excuse, and readers who are kind enough to come here shouldn’t have to endure extra or missing words and illiterate spellings, most of which, by the way, is because I can’t type, though my rotten spelling doesn’t help any.
I am so grateful to those of you who continue to flag the more egregious typos for me. Finding out that an article has been hanging out there with these errors is exactly like learning that you’ve been smiling at people with a piece of spinach on your front teeth all day. So I mean it: it isn’t because I don’t care. I’m trying. Obviously I have to try harder.
And I was so proud of myself for not misspelling “Beuhrle”…
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I sympathize, Jack. For myself, taking that typing class when I was a high school sophomore (circa 1967) turned out to be one of my wisest decisions. How did I know that then, long before the Internet Age, it would later prove such a valuable skill? I think precognition must run in the family… although haphazardly. My decision to get into the oil business proved a definite lapse! I also learned to read and write when I was 4. That helped, too.