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@PureMichigan Ok, #PureMichigan, we have a serious question for you: Michigander or Michiganian? Which one do you use?
The web site of the Michigan Historical Center uses Michiganian. Michiganian has a long history. It is the term used for the state's citizens in The Collections of the Michigan Pioneer and Historical Society since the 1870s . But people who call Michigan their home use the word they like best. There is no "official" term.- "Michiganian or Michigander?" Michigan FAQ, michigan.gov
Michiganian and Michigander are demonyms for residents of the U.S. state of Michigan. But people who call Michigan their home use the word they like best. There is no "official" term. Less common alternatives include Michiganer, Michiganite, Michiganese, and Michigine. Residents in the Upper Peninsula more typically refer to themselves as Yoopers instead.- "Michigander." Wikipedia, en.wikipedia.org
The correct term, as readers of the Free Press all know, is "Michigander." But many distinguished, if misguided, speakers and publications use the less euphonic "Michiganian." (Former Freepster Hugh McDiarmid Jr. has an excellent analysis of the dispute in the current issue of the Michigan Environmental Council newsletter at www.mecprotects.org/MERspring2008.pdf.)There is a group that calls itself Michiganders for Obama. But perhaps the candidate was trying to reconcile bitter partisans on each side of the long-running Michigander/Michiganian divide.- "Michi- what? Obama mingles in Michigan." Detroit Free Press, freep.com
"I stand corrected, because I double-checked. Michigander is the noun; Michiganian the adjective."- Daniel Howes, "We here in Michigan are not 'ganians, but 'ganders." Detroit News, detnews.com
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| 5:20 a.m. | Wake up, head for gym. |
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| 5:21 a.m. | Wife regrets to inform that she feels sick. |
| 5:22 a.m. | Scratch gym. |
| 7:13 a.m. | Change toddler's diaper while just-turned-5-today older sister of said toddler refuses to rise. |
| 8:24 a.m. | Drop off precocious birthday girl and 24 pink frosting cupcakes to kindergarden class. |
| 9:00 a.m. | Coffee. |
| 9:01 a.m. | Conference call with PR agency to streamline media monitoring. And there was much rejoicing. |
| 10:55 a.m. | Caravan troops to West Michigan PRSA luncheon at the University Club in downtown Grand Rapids. |
| 11:27 a.m. | Network with fellow flacks, including Erin Russ, former TV anchor-turned-budding PR pro. |
| 11:37 a.m. | Assemble burrito and salad from otherwise unconventional buffet line. |
| 11:42 a.m. | Listen to local social media maven Laura Bergells tell us we already knew everything she had to say. Quotable tweets throughout her keynote. Make that "tweetable." |
| 11:59 a.m. | Observe varied body language and facial expressions throughout the crowd of entry-levels and senior execs furiously scribbling and texting, chomping every bit of jargon, mystified and demystified all the same. |
| 12:36 p.m. | Ask the good Ms. Bergelis about the relevance of homepages and emergence of microblogging and sidewikis. Not entirely sold on her answers but satisfied enough to want her business card. |
| 12:40 p.m. | The good Ms. Bergelis asks me about FriendFeed, to which I respond "Facebook bought it to kill it." |
| 12:44 p.m. | Thumb three new events into my BlackBerry I need to show my mug in as many weeks, sadly realizing how little I network in person anymore. |
| 1:11 p.m. | Make friends with Ms. Bergelis. |
| 1:20 p.m. | Huff it back to headquarters. |
| 1:47 p.m. | Marvel at the number of meeting invites, emails and Facebook updates that have metastasized my mailbox since lunch. |
| 1:56 p.m. | Coffee. |
| 2:30 p.m. | Meet with social media team to disc |
| 2:30 p.m. | Meet with core team for news update. |
| 2:42 p.m. | Pretend I didn't just see what I saw on live TV about a kid trapped in a balloon, suddenly thinking about my own kids. |
| 2:59 p.m. | Plod ahead. |
| 3:11 p.m. | Try not to get further distracted by the fact that some kid from Colorado didn't just fall from 10,000 feet up. |
| 3:45 p.m. | Fight with frozen screens and drained batteries at the worst possible time. |
| 3:50 p.m. | See footage of the landed balloon. |
| 3:51 p.m. | Refocus. |
| 4:28 p.m. | Wrap with core team and wait for lasagna from Vitale's. |
| 4:43 p.m. | Prep with night team while throwing my laptop across the room. |
| 4:49 p.m. | Sneak in a Gobbledygook award entry. |
| 4:52 p.m. | Call the wife to keep dinner in the fridge. |
| 4:57 p.m. | Set up time with one of my favorite employees. |
| 5:00 p.m. | Glue self to the TiVos. |
| 5:12 p.m. | "He's alive. He was hiding in the garage!" |
| 5:27 p.m. | Lasagna. |
| 5:30 p.m. | Wait for local news to unfold. |
| 5:40 p.m. | Am reminded that today is Thursday, not Wednesday, making tomorrow Friday. |
| 6:12 p.m. | Crack up at the #balloonboy hash tags. |
| 6:31 p.m. | Wait for local news to unfold. |
| 6:44 p.m. | Wrap up. |
| 7:07 p.m. | Go home. |
| 7:39 p.m. | Hug and tickle my girls until they can't breathe. |
| 7:42 p.m. | Apologize to my Mac for leaving it home today. |
| 8:02 p.m. | Endure the nightly bedtime ritual torture. |
| 8:29 p.m. | Hot cocoa and a pink cupcake. Add two miles to my next run. |
| 8:56 p.m. | Make a $100 million offer for W. 117th Street in Cleveland on Monopoly City Streets. Toss in two streets to boot. |
| 9:11 p.m. | Watch "The Office." |
| 9:36 p.m. | Catch up on catching up. |
| 10:00 p.m. | Record the local news against my wife's will. |
| 10:07 p.m. | Ping the core team for updates. |
| 10:23 p.m. | Make new connections on all social networks. Because at 10:23 p.m. on a Thursday evening, that's what I do. |
| 11:00 p.m. | Start this blog post. |
| 11:17 p.m. | Hush at least one child. |
| 11:52 p.m. | Bounce off the walls with the late night core crew. |
| 11:59 p.m. | Blog up. |
Corporate shirt. PR flack. Web guy. Blogger. Beverage enthusiast. Hubby. Daddy. Diggity. Giggity.
Corporate shirt. PR flack. Web guy. Blogger. Beverage enthusiast. Hubby. Daddy. Diggity. Giggity.
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