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Ah, one of my favorite subjects: the comma. Just ran into this geeky ninety-second read from The Handbook of Good English. A cool study:

Don’t use a comma to indicate an understood word unless the sentence requires it for clarity.

His office gave him little satisfaction, and his wife, none requires the comma after wife so that the reader can be certain that something has been omitted there–a repetition of gave him. Without the comma, the sentence could easily be taken to mean His office gave him little satisfaction and gave his wife none. (The comma after satisfaction in the original sentence does not prevent this misreading, because it may be there just to give the second predicate a parenthetical effect.) Note that the comma after wife, required as it is, is really rather a nuisance; His office gave him little satisfaction, and his wife gave him none gives more satisfaction as a sentence.

He quit his job, and his wife, her excessive social engagements does not require the comma after wife, because the only possible meaning is his wife quit her excessive social engagements. We can take out the comma and still be sure both where a word is missing and what the word is. Since the comma has no function, it should be taken out.

He had always had a secret yearning for a more contemplative life, she for a life of toil and accomplishment requires no comma after she, even though the omission–had always had a secret yearning–is quite long.

He now has ample time to dream, she the self-respect of the breadwinner, they the loving marriage both had longed for, and I the suspicion that their solution would not work for us requires no commas to indicate the omissions, even though the omitted word changes form: she has; they have; I have.

The use of a comma to indicate an understood word or group of words is apt to make a sentence seem old-fashioned and fussy. If a sentence does seem to require such a comma for clarity, perhaps the sentence can be improved by supplying the omitted word or words or by otherwise changing the basic sentence to make the comma necessary.

with dad

Honolulu, April 6, 2008. With my father on his induction night into the Punahou Athletic Hall of Fame. I’ve got a lot more photos from that night I need to prep and post, so hang in there. Work to do.

Love you, Pop. A blast realized. Memories for life. Pride beyond the stars. 2100, 2150…

He Had
by Jace Daniel (b. 1969)

He had the health.
Strength, vitality, youth.
He had it all.

He had the friends.
Supporters, comrades, trusted.
He had it all.

He had the family.
Roots, loyalty, acceptance.
He had it all.

He had the companion.
Peer, lover, mate.
He had it all.

He had the skills.
Talent, mastery, gift.
He had it all.

He had the art.
Voice, story, expression.
He had it all.

He had the security.
Independence, wealth, freedom.
He had it all.

He had the future.
Promise, potential, possibilities.
He had it all.

He had a freak accident.

He had a funeral.

He had it all.

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1974. Mom and Jed, Auntie Joni and me, my second cousin Gui and his mom Susan. OH MY GOD I TOTALLY REMEMBER THOSE GOLD METAL MUGS AND THAT CEILING LAMP AND THOSE CHAIRS AND THE PARQUET FLOOR AND THE PICTURE OF THOSE TWO MUSHROOMS.

“Let the disciples be damned. They’re not interesting. Only the masters matter. Those who create.”
–Pablo Picasso

Fellow Not Quite What I Was Planning memoirist Stephen L. Dubner was on Good Morning America yesterday with Diane Sawyer talking about his “Six-Word Motto for the USA” contest.

Red, white, blue, yellow, green, black…

tuesday abstraction ii

Dave: “Good weekend?”

I refer to one of my oil paintings in progress, in which clean geometric lines are achieved with the use of masking tape.

Me: “Great. Did the golds and reds. Drying now. In a few days I should be ready to take the tape off.”

Dave: “I’ve been thinking about trying that with my three-year-old.”

Me: “Painting?”

Dave: “No. Taking the tape off.”

starbucks

News to me; the redesigned Starbucks cup. Almost ironically, they’ve lost all the green going green.

Okay, now I’m starting to get into Twilight Zone territory. Uncle Sonny gave me a handful of photos, some of them from his and Joni’s wedding in the summer of 1966. Below are a few of ’em.

I can’t believe how much Pop looks like Micah in the first shot, and how much Mom looks like Heather. I’m also thinking about personally bringing the beehive back into mainstream culture.

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↑ Gramma, holding Dad, with his brother Sonny, his sister Cecile, and a hot rod in the background. Kapaa on Kauai, 1944.

↑ With Dad, Auntie Cecile, Uncle Sonny. Honolulu, 04.07.08.