I recently made a presentation at a public meeting regarding this issue and during that presentation outlined certain concerns that we have. I believe that the quotes used within the article were based on snippets of statements that I and others made during the course of this public meeting. What was not included in the article that should have been included was the fact that estuary staff are working closely and cooperatively with SANDAG staff, their contractors, the City of Imperial Beach, and various regulatory agencies to monitor the situation and plan for any contingencies that may arise. We are working together as partners and as equals.
I believe that poor journalistic ethics have been demonstrated by the writer of this article, and by extension the San Diego Reader. First, by not identifying herself as a journalist, whomever she might actually be, and secondly by not presenting the entire story, taking statements out of context and by focusing on a divisive, splashy, but ultimately false depiction of the situation as it currently stands.
I believe that of all the environmental problems the world faces, we will only reach solutions to those problems by coming together and working together to solve them. In this complex and ever changing world, enlightened self interest and finding common ground to the benefit of all is a basic premise we need to embrace if we are to achieve any success. That’s how we work here. That’s how we will continue to work.
So, Reader, get your facts straight, and if you get any more journalistic contributions from a writer by the name of Lucy D. Barker, my advice is to take them with a grain of...sand.
P.S. That’s my real name.
Matthew Alice’s Pet Project
I’m calling to comment on the Matthew Alice article in this week’s Reader (March 21). I thought it was interesting that he helped a 70-year-old gentleman answer the questions regarding homophones, homonyms, etc. I would think that a 70-year-old gentleman would be able to look on the computer himself, or get an English book at the library. I’m just glad that you folks took the time to clarify all that.
I was kind of chuckling and wondering if this was somebody’s pet project there at the Reader. So, thanks for the information and I hope you didn’t use too much ink printing that up. Hope that 70-year-old man has lots of years ahead of him to use new laws.
Heteros and Homos
Your Matthew Alice article was intended to clear up some common errors in our knowledge of homonyms, yet when I organized what the writer had written, it was easy to see why there are common errors. It seems that the way these are labeled is the culprit, not the readers.
Taking his information, I organized it so that pronunciation, spelling, and meaning stayed in a constant order. You can see that there is no difference between homographs and heteronyms, nor between homophones and heterographs.
Homonyms: spelled and pronounced the same ,but different meanings ( bay, bay; punch, punch).
Homophones: spelling can be different, pronunciation is the same, but different meanings (their, there, they’re ; hear, here; led, lead; new, knew).
Heterographs: spelled differently, pronunciation the same, but different meanings (red, read; wait, weight).
Homographs: spelling is the same, pronunciation can be different, but different meanings (wind, wind; lead, lead; bow, bow).
Heteronyms: spelled the same, but pronunciation different and different meanings (minute, minute; tear, tear).
This is really a letter for Barbarella. Your column about suicidal thoughts (Diary of a Diva: “Heavy Silence”) could have been written by me.
I just got home today from my fourth psychiatric hospital. I felt just the way you did about the bitches at my high school and, girl, you hit the nail on the head when you said males want to be respected, and females want to be liked! I couldn’t have said it better myself.
Some days I am sorry my numerous attempts at ending it all have failed. Not because I want to punish anyone; mostly I just want the pain to stop.
Right now I am on six different meds. My head doctor wants me to try ECT. So does my therapist. My doctor at the crazy house suggested it. I have always thought it was a barbaric thing to do to a person. I fear it more than being locked up or even suicide. I have a lot of work to do, and I will have more than one conversation about ECT before I decide if I’ll do it.
All in all life sucks, but I love my husband, and especially my grandaughter. I have finally accepted the meds along with the side effects. Now they tell me “when the meds you’re on stop working” — and they always do — I have what is called med-resistant bipolar with rapid cycling. ECT and magnetic therapy, and a brain implant are all I have left to try.
Right now I am trying to follow doctor’s orders, take my meds, see my therapist, and ask for help when I need it. I guess we’ll find out if I can do it. Thanks for taking the time to share something so painful. You have touched so many lives. You have to know there are a ton of youth, 16-25, that think about suicide, and reading your story proves to them, they are not alone, very powerful.
Take care, and keep writing.