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Today's word on journalism

October 10, 2008

Editor's Note:

Today's offering from E.B. White, one of my heroes, is not strictly about writing or journalism, although it could be taken that way. It does, however, describe the life of both the writer and the teacher --at least, on a good day when the bag o' rocks we all carry isn't too heavy.

On these days, writers whoop when words, thoughts and intent come together right; and teachers glow like the little flickering light bulbs that sometimes appear above that kid in the fourth row. This morning I found this glowworm in my email: "You may be interested to find that your class has made me think a little bit about working for the newspaper. It sounds like a fun job! but that would require knowing what was going on in the world, not one of my strengths (but I’m sure you already noticed that. haha). . . I prefer the logical to the illogical anyway, thus I'm an engineer. Your class has really caused me to question most everything in the news. I think you are succeeding in your task of teaching us to think about ‘How we know what we think we know?'"

Hmmm. Even as NPR reports a new 200-point slide in the Dow during a single newsbreak, and nations crumble and slide into the sea, it's going to be a good day. Once I get this sent, I think I'll take the dogs up the mountain.

Good advice

"I get up every morning determined both to change the world and to have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning the day difficult."

--E.B. White (1899-1985), wise man and writer, who knew when to take a walk with the dogs (Thanks to alert WORDster Louise Montgomery)

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I love you, you love ... what?

By Britta Anderson

September 16, 2008 | Almost all of us have experienced this at one time or another. Someone prematurely tells you that they love you, and then you're left trying to figure out what to say. What do you do at this point? The person has completely opened their heart up to you before you've even had the chance to think about if you still want to go on dates with him or her.

I was 15 the first time this happened to me. His name was Kevin. We weren't even dating. We were walking around just outside of my high school during our lunch break. Suddenly he stopped, turned, and began gazing into my eyes as if there was nothing else to look at. I knew exactly what he was thinking. He was planning on kissing me. I didn't want to kiss him, plain and simple.

It was then that he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in with his clammy hands. I was trying to think of a way to resist when my mind went back to all those Walker, Texas Ranger episodes I watched with my dad when I was younger. I suddenly wanted to grab him, throwing him over my shoulder, and then doing some sort of kick to the face action once he was on the ground. But I didn't know how to do any of that, which kind of caused a problem.

It was when I was having this internal struggle that he decided to go in for the kill. I instantly came up with a new plan, one that didn't involve any roundhouse kicking. I not-so-very discreetly turned my head and curved it around to give him a hug, making it impossible for his lips to come into contact with almost any part of my face.

We just stood there for what felt like an eternity. That was when he said it: "I love you."

My first thought was No, you don't! But I figured that response would probably cause some hurt feelings. o I just stood there. I kept thinking, trying to come up with a suitable response, along with wondering how on earth he figured this would be a good time to share his sentiments, considering I had completely rejected his offer for labial interaction only a few seconds earlier.

Then I heard something. Someone said "I love…," but it wasn't his voice. Upon further examination of the moment, I realized that it was my voice. I was instantly racking my brain, trying to come up with anything to finish the sentence with other than "you." Then it came. The most brilliant answer anyone could ask for. Four letters, one syllable, of complete bliss that would set me free from this painful moment. "Cake." It seemed easy enough.

Then I put it all together. My response to his heartfelt expression was "I love cake." To top it all off, I don't even like cake.

I wish I could say this was my only awkward response to the premature "I love you." The problem is, until now, I never thought about sitting down and coming up with something to say back. Something like "I like your tie," or "Wow your hair sure smells nice tonight," would have been so much more appropriate than any of my other responses, like "Are you sure?" or "In Spanish that would be 'te amo.'"

I've also talked with other people to see what they thought would be the best response to the premature soul sharing. Most everyone has said their response would be, "I don't know exactly how I feel about you just yet," and "this is moving a little fast." I guess if you're all about being sensible and generic, this is the way to go. Typically, being sensible in a relationship is the best way to stay in a relationship.

But here's my point. When someone opens their heart up to you and says the all too quick "I love you," I suggest this: Be sensitive to their feelings by not giving a dumb answer in response. Plan ahead. Make sure that you are prepared for whatever may happen, just like a boy scout. That, and "I love cake" is never an appropriate response to something in a relationship. Well, unless there is a situation where cake is directly involved. And even then, it's important to actually mean it.

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