It's A Bad Day When You Don't Learn Something New

Let me preface this by saying, this has almost nothing to do with beer. Almost.

The other night, while cruising in the CR-V, I had the radio tuned to WAMC, our local public raio station, and was listening to American Public Radio's Marketplace with Kai Ryssdal. They were doing a story on the slow moving, but gradually opening job market in the U.S. The story featured a young woman who recently graduated with a degree in veterinary medicine, but was having a very difficult time finding a job in Oregon. She did eventually get one—her employer crediting her tenacity and the fact that she handed-out her résumé, in person, to every vet office in the Willamette Valley.

That's the point where I stopped listening.

Wil-AM-it—That's how you say it? For years, I've been referring to Willamette hops as Willa-MET hops. What else have I been mispronouncing? IPA is still eye-pee-eh, right? At least Lagunitas is nice enough to put the pronunciation right on the label.