Corruption, Mr. Hashtag.

       When our home phone wasn't working and I needed to be in touch with a person, my son texted me to call the person from my smart phone and tell him to use "that #" if he wanted to reach me.

        I texted my son back, thanked him, and then texted:  "Everything gets corrupted.  Even the lowly sign for number or pound I almost mistook at first in your message for #."

       What happened here was I spoke that text into my smartphone, said the word "hashtag," and the smart phone converted it into the hashtag symbol, which in my "lexicon" should be the symbol for "number" or for "pound."

       Corruption.  Corruption everywhere, Mr. Hashtag. 
       And forgive me for forgetting "tictactoe"  # !









      

"Kiosk"

       A sign said,  "Get your movie ticket at a kiosk"; I knew then the word's meaning continues to evolve.  Here is the American Heritage Dictionary's "romantic" history:

       The word kiosk was taken into English ultimately from Turkish, in which its source kosk meant "pavilion."  The open structures referred to by the Turkish were used as pavilions and summerhouses.
The first recorded use of kiosk in English (1625) designates these Middle Eastern structures, which Europeans imitated in gardens and parks.

       In France and Belgium, their word kiosque was applied to something lower on the scale, structures resembling  pavilions but used as places to sell newspapers or as bandstands.

       England borrowed this lowly structure from France, then reborrowed the word, first seen in 1865 referring to a place where newspapers are sold. 

LANGUAGE MATTERS

       There were women's marches all over the country and world last Saturday, January 21st,  2017, the day after our inauguration, including in Washington and Los Angeles.

       Los Angeles Times columnist Steve Lopez was in Washington and recalled some of the printable signs he saw in the march:

       "We Shall Overcomb"

       "Did You Remember to Set Your Clocks Back 60 Years Last Night?"

       "Think Outside My Box"

       "IKEA Has Better Cabinets"

       My favorite from the sign-beladen Los Angeles march as captured in a great photograph by Francine Orr of the hundreds of thousands in the crowd: 

                                       
  WE MARCH               

     BECAUSE
 LOVE IS LOVE
  OBAMACARE
       IS REAL
WOMEN'S RIGHTS
           ARE
 HUMAN RIGHTS
MUSLIMS MATTER

  

Relax, Sit Back, Shut Up!

       The male voice at the Pacific Theatres at the beginning of the actual feature, nice voice, but always says with a very authoritative sort of manner . . ."Please refrain from talking."

        Not only authoritative, a little imperious and final sounding.  I always want to react to it vocally, but I can't think of anything perfect to squelch the guy, who, being recorded, couldn't hear me anyway, but it might amuse or find agreement in other patrons of the theater the same night or day that I'm there. 

       This ordering us around in a place we've come to enjoy a movie, which might include a little talkback from time to time to what's going on on the screen . . .deserves a rejoinder and a putdown! 

       Any ideas appreciated.  

Maybe the Treasury only Speaks in $$$

       You don't like to catch a nominee for Treasury Secretary in a Trump administration sounding not literate at a Senate hearing, (regardless of his other qualifications or disqualifications).

       Reading from his own manuscript in front of him on the table, reading what he says are accusations made against him, he reads his response: "Nothing could be further than the truth."  You do have to wonder, wonder even MORE, maybe even MUCH more, about Steven Mnuchin.

       OK, this is not a political blog, it's a blog about language, but.  That kind of mistake, whether of the tongue or the page or the mind, does lead you to think, "Do I detect a confessional in that wording?"

        (He's also put himself in double jeopardy, first using a cliché, and then ruining it.)

Fascination with Language Knows No Limits

       Discussing Job in the Old Testament the other day in class.  Someone brought up Joe Biden as a good example of someone like Job.  Horrible things happening, wife and child killed in an automobile accident, later in life an adult son dying.  Yet he's gone on, somehow managing to accept.

       It's bad how lighter thoughts can come to us (OK, at least to me) when contemplating serious matters.  I didn't say it, but fortunately only because someone else beat me out by a fraction of a second with a serious idea.

       "Joe Biden is perfect to think of in comparison with Job.  After all, his name is Job  iden." 

An Inundation of Senate Hearings

                                    
       Warren Olney, host of radio's "To the Point" show, today mentioned "a new climate" in Washington.  He was speaking generally but also in particular about attitudes toward the Environmental Protection Agency.

        Interesting that the new climate may be one you could call "a climate change" compared to all previous administrations.  But Trump especially questions the existence of "climate change."

Letters Are Just Pawns for Word Building

       Having saved my son the reading of my just previous blog post by reading it aloud to him myself, he reported to me that the following item had come across to him on the internet from someone:

       An anagram of "Inauguration Day" is "GAUDY URINATION."

        Of course nothing to do with what may or may not have happened in a hotel room and was or was not filmed by the Russians several years back.

      

Inaugural Weak?

       A lot of people note
       His behavior is unprecedented.
       That's why they dream
       This week he'll be unpresidented.

Maybe an Argument for Stage Names?

      It's amazing how much I am dependent on the visual in order to remember, spell, pronounce, even identify names. 

       A certain broadcaster on KCRW-FM says his name at the beginning of every stint on the air, and for years I have never been able to quite grasp it.

       Today I saw it in print for the first time!  I had thought it must be something like "Cheesecake" because that was the closest I could make it out to be orally.

       But before my eyes were syllables I had never seen together in one word:   Chiotakis.  Maybe that's why I have been unable to repeat it even after I've heard it on the air dozens and dozens of times.

       I needed to see it before I could say it, and now remember it:  Steve Chiotakis.
 

Images Convey What's Nonverbal

       (Please see yesterday's post.)  Huston Smith's obituary in the L.A.Times, following his passing two weeks ago, revealed that Smith's friendship with Aldous Huxley led to Timothy Leary and to experimenting with mescaline.

       Smith later compared his first time drug-induced mystical vision to "plugging a toaster into a power line."  He also said he now understood the Bible's claim that no one could see God and live.

       Though he tried hallucinogens again, he soon gave them up.  Smith wrote in his memoir, "As Ram Dass told me, 'After you get the message, hang up.'"

       Once again the richness and vitality of imagery, metaphor and simile,  expresses the felt meaning of powerful experience.  Emotional states naturally channel us toward the nonverbal to get "what it's like" across.

"Religion Gives Traction to Spirituality"

       That phrase was said by great experiential scholar of religions Huston Smith, who died December 30th.

       When Smith's book The Religions of Man came out in 1958, he illuminated each religion so beautifully, I remember asking someone, "Yes, but what religion is Huston Smith?"  "Oh, his religion is comparative religions."  The obituary even mentions:  "He was sometimes referred to as a 'spiritual surfer.'"

       Smith lived another 58 years after that book came out, and the statement my blog title quotes was made in 1999.  Smith was raised in and remained an active member of the United Methodist Church.

       Language turns to imagery to convey experiential truths.  Putting the "traction" quote another way, Smith said, "If you are looking for water, it is better to drill one 60-foot well than ten 6-foot wells."

          

A Name by Any Other Name Would . . .

       It's Hollywood awards season, AND, I had a slightly bothersome bodily dysfunction.  Otherwise, I probably never would have noticed this coincidental naming curiosity.

          MIRAMAX, a distinguished film company, and

          MIRALAX, a very effective osmotic laxative

       I'm  imagining the first company not liking my taking notice of the identity of the two names except for one letter, and the second company probably not giving a ____.

More Eggsactly to the Point

       For some reason, our son has left a few things in our refrigerator.  One of them is a jar of  "Spectrum Organic Mayonnaise." 

       What caught my eye especially is the next line on the jar:  "Made with cage free eggs."

       Now I've seen those factory egg-producing "farms," in which thousands of birds are caged, and when an egg comes forth, it rolls down a slide or tube into a receptacle for human pickup out of the chicken's reach.

       Though it's true such eggs are in a caged situation,  I wouldn't say that the eggs are caged.  What's truer is that the chickens are caged.

       And what's wanted, what's more desirable for all parties involved, and worth bragging about on a jar of mayonnaise, is "cage free chickens."

       "Made with eggs from cage free chickens."

Tact and Truth: In a Word

       Connie and I have talked about weight gain and loss lately, which reminded me that no one likes to be called "fat," and I remembered a certain incident. 

       Cousin Norbert was visiting our family's house, and my dad hadn't seen him for several months.  Norbert, about 40 at that time, reached out to shake my dad's hand.  In his eighties, Dad took it and stared a bit at Norbert.  "You're looking  . . . stocky," he said.  Norbert had gained some around the middle.  This struck Norbert and his wife Shirley so funny, they laughed at the way Dad put it.

       No, he didn't say "fat."  But "stocky" was a pretty good euphemism.   I overheard it and chuckled at Dad's ingenuity.

       "Stocky":  "compact, sturdy, relatively thick in build"  (Merriam-Webster).  I'd say Dad hit it on the nose.   

"Foist" and Foremost

       My last post didn't say as much as I wanted (or needed) to.

       Merriam-Webster re meaning of "foist": "to introduce or insert surreptitiously or without warrant," or, "to force another to accept especially by stealth or deceit."

       An example:  "They foisted a new system on us without any warning or preparation."

       (I understand the word better now myself.)

       All my sources say it came from Middle Dutch vuyst "fist" and is akin to Old English fyst.  But when you think about it (or listen to it), it's easy to wonder if "foist" isn't a distortion of "forced."

       Yet the image "fist" certainly stands plausibly as the actual etymology. 

"Who's on Foist?"

       I was struck with the word "foist."  Strange word.  "Fast," "fist," and "first" are all a lot easier to say.  Coming off the [f] sound with upper teeth on lower lip, one has to (for "foist") purse the same lip to utter the [AWih] sound, then back to straight-lipped [st].  It wrenches the organs of speech within a single syllable.

       Then I thought of "hoist," which at least begins with the mouth open for [h], and that reminded me of "hoist with his own petar'," which I learned from a fellow draftee in the Korean War who one-upped me with my not knowing it, and I'll point you here.

       Finally I thought of "Who's on foist?" the old Abbott and Costello routine, which has stuck around somehow in the ether of my mind.

       

       

At That "Point in Time"

       At that "point in time" was an expression used by the coterie around President Nixon who appeared before Congress during Watergate.   Both John Ciardi* and I wondered about that.  The phrase is self-contradictory.

       Can you have a "point" in "time"?

       "The shortest distance between two points is a straight line."  Points exist in space, not time.  You can pinpoint a location.  Time flows, it's fluid.  "You can never step into the same river twice" (Heraclitus), you will never experience the same moment again.

       Maybe some of those moments for Nixon, Ron Ziegler press secretary, others, were frozen in time.  The pincers of "Who knew what, and when did they know it?" re the Watergate break-in began to "pierce" the White House.  "Moments" became "pointed" (influenced the language), drew blood, felled a president.

       *in A Third Browser's Dictionary, The Arkadine Press, 1998 (originally published as Good Words to You) 

        

       

Facing Time!

       David texted me the other night from Santa Monica as follows:  "We should face time!"

       Wow.  I felt like a prisoner on death row.  Is execution nigh!

       No, it was because this was New Year's Eve.  My son wanted to use Apple's FaceTime so we could see each other and talk.  But yes, we are "facing time" with that.  A fresh year would be upon us in three hours.  

       So why not?  We did.  Maybe only 30 miles between us, but just as good as "televising" ["distance seeing"] across country.

       Connie didn't even move, but that didn't prevent her from being included.  I turned the camera a few inches, and she too, doing a jigsaw puzzle, found herself Facing Time.