The Way the Fortune Cookie Crumbles

       I  retained five fortune cookie fortunes which have a certain amount of ambiguity to them:

•          You will be fortunate in everything you put your hands on.
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•          Use your natural talents to obtain more.
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•          Your leadership qualities will shine soon.
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•          You are a person of imaginative, yet honest intentions.
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•          Your luck has been completely changed today.

       These throw me off kilter.  Each sounds promising until the end, which then leaves one doubtful about something.




                                                    

"Feckless"

       Our government's inability to come to terms with the fiscal crisis in the past year and a half has at least one beneficial result.  I finally know the meaning of the word "feckless."

       I knew it wasn't a positive word but really didn't know its meaning.  (Couldn't figure out what it would be to be "without feck.")

       Well, it's Scottish in origin and feck is an alternative word for "effect," without effect, worthless, irresponsible, lacking vitality, feeble, ineffective, careless.

       Yes, yes, that's it...our government.

Only in the Digitalized 21st Century

       I finally sent an email politely requesting to be removed from the mailing list of a certain woman regarding her yoga classes.  Neither Connie nor I  recognized her name and had been receiving a number of messages.

       We got an embarrassed reply from a former pottery student of Connie's, now presumably married with a different last name, and living in Tasmania, Australia.  She had confused two "Connies" in her email address book and had no idea we were receiving her yoga announcements.

       All has to be well in both Australia and the U.S., however, when the former student ends her message, "But please send Connie my best wishes.   She was by far the best and most inspiring pottery teacher I've ever had."  Nice.

       Come to think of it, we don't take yoga, but it would have been some trip to get to one of those classes.

No Telling Where You'll Find Yourself

       A good bit of satire--to me anyway--that we humans look up at the sky at night and see things like "The Big Dipper" and "The Southern Cross."   But as a cat-lover I know suggested, it is a good and funny comment on cats themselves, who think the whole universe centers around them.

         Hmm.  Could be a good comment on both of us. 

Twixt the Knee & the Ankle Comes Time's Scythe

       I keep trying to escape the aging in Shakespeare's well-observed seven ages of man:  Jacques refers to "shrunk shank" with legs dwindling to spindles.  So I check in the mirror as I try to hold time back with exercise, jogging, tennis, occasional hiking and biking.  The legs are holding up pretty well, thank you, and I thank God and my own efforts that I'm mobile and not reduced (yet) to the "shrunk shank" of Jacques's aging stages.  It's in As You Like it, Act II, Scene 7.

          

Reading with Our Heart and Our Experience

       A while back, I came home to see a bright orange card hanging from our front doorknob.  It said "PAIN."

       I was almost shocked because I'd been thinking and worrying about that for several days, wanting to have Connie's pain prescriptions adjusted to help more with her back pain, a doctor urging her to start up some exercises again to relieve the pain, Connie finally having a supportive phone conversation with our primary physician on upping her medicine to better manage the pain.

       And then my eyes picked up the rest of the word:  "PAIN-TING."  Someone wanted to paint our house.

You Like Speed? We've Got Speedy Retribution

       Two bits of language I came across today that caught my eye.  Out shopping and in the parking lot a posted sign:  "No Exhibition of Speed (Burn Outs, Racing, Revving Engines)...We report all violations to LAPD Direct Dispatch for arrest and prosecution."    Sounds like a helicopter overhead ready to pounce and take you in.  So look out!  

       And helping Connie shop for some clothes as gifts for women, I came across a handsome sweater, nicely made.  The brand name was "laundry."  Why would you brand any product as laundry?  I don't know. 

Orange You Going to Agree?

       I was impressed with rapper Eminem when I heard him say he gets "pissed off" if people maintain "'Orange' is the only word you can't rhyme with anything."

       Eminem says there are lots of things he can rhyme with orange.  The word said as a single syllable, no.  But if you "bend" it a bit and make it into a couple syllables, "or-ange," then you can say something like

       I put my orange four inch door hinge
       in storage and ate porridge with George.

       Now no one can tell me there isn't a poet buzzing around inside a rapper when he can play with words like that.

Please Delete This Message

       Every day I am spoken to incorrectly in my house.  The source of this failed use of language?  My microwave oven.

       I warm up my coffee, the printed message comes on for me:  "Enjoy your meal."  This is meant to be a simulated form of human contact...even utilizing the word "your."  But most times, it's not a "meal."  It's a drink, it's popcorn, hot cereal, defrosted meat.

       I feel insulted.  I can do without words accompanying this service, especially ill-considered ones.  Better design time would have been spent creating a door that's user-friendly and shuts without force-10 pressure and the tinny clatter of a clunky car door.

      

Poet Rachel Zucker Talks to Kids

     
       “I have something very important to tell you. . . . ”  I lean in close to the kids in the classroom and lower my voice to a whisper.  “You probably think you have two eyes, right?”  They nod.  “Well, you don’t.”  They look around at each other.  Some of them laugh.  “You each also have a third eye.”  One girl scowls at me disapprovingly...

       “Your third eye is invisible, so no one knows exactly where it is, but most people think it’s right here.”  I touch the spot between my eyes and above my eyebrows.  The kids touch their foreheads.... 
“Everyone has a third eye,” I explain.  “That’s how you see all the things in the world you can’t really see but know are there...like how a whale would look if it was pretending to be a princess.”  The kids nod and giggle.

How the Ear Rewrites the Dictionary

   
       The other day I used the word "nickname" in the blog and learned something; in fact, this was the second word I'm aware of formed by the same peculiar circumstance.

       Nickname from Middle English is an alteration of ekename.  Eke means "also" and hence an additional name.  "Nickname" is formed from a misdivision of an ekename.  That little "n" that comes before vowels in such a formation got transferred into a nekename.  Easy to hear how such a change can occur by continual use in connected speech.

       The other word.  "Ought" or "aught" means 0, zero, a cipher.  But it's actually derived from "nought" or "naught."  In Old English na=no and wiht=creature or thing.  A "naught" is a "no thing"; however, "a nought" became "an ought"--this time an "n" subtracted instead of added!


         

Will the Candles Last Eight Days?

  
       I heard something I hadn't before on the Garrison Keillor show today.  It's a Tom Lehrer song.

       I found a good version on the internet with Lehrer himself singing.  (I'd heard him in person once in college--very witty.)

       So this is in honor of Chanukah (my spelling), begun last night, and it's dedicated to my son who is actually currently celebrating Hanukkah in Santa Monica:

       

Names for What We Love, 2

       (Continued)  The furthest extent of my 4500 mile road trip was Pyramid Lake, Canada.  When I headed south again toward Jasper, British Columbia, I  curled the car around some small breathtaking ponds with the morning mist rising mysteriously from them, and said proudly to my Neon, "You are my gallant, my horse.  I get on your all fours, and we go."

       But it was along a lonely stretch on the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State, late in the afternoon, with few cars, and not a radio station anywhere on either dial, that I had first captured the jointness of our crazy venture together by suddenly addressing my companion as "Rosinante," the faithful four-legged fellow traveler of Don Quixote.   This remained my favorite intimate name for my Dodge Neon.

       I still call out these names on occasion, but there's a hint of strain and nostalgia to it now.  Yet it's true that when I lock up everything at night, I do at times peak into the garage and say, "Hi."

Names for What We Love

       When my aging white Dodge Neon is behaving particularly well, I  still call it by the names developed years back on my 4,500 mile "West Coast Trip."  If you can reliably depend on anything mechanical for that long, you have a relationship and a sense of gratitude.

       Early I came up with a name that I thought would stick:  "White Steed."  But I woke one day in Astoria, Oregon to say, "Good morning, Steed," and realized I'd given it a nickname.  Other monikers ensued such as "Motorized Wonder," and in a burst of enthusiasm, after we both had been refueled at a terrific lunch stop in Hope, Canada,  I even jammed my foot on the accelerator and said, "Let's go, Big Guy!"

       "Big Guy"?  This is the vehicle that had been dwarfed at a downtown Banff street corner as I gaped through my windshield at an ELK towering head and shoulders above us.
                                                   (Continued tomorrow)

Quick Minds, Hard Work: Clear Expression

       When you come across articulate language that explains and questions taken-for-granted but important phenomena, cherish it.  That's why I recommend KCRW-FM's widely distributed daily program "To the Point" hosted by Warren Olney.   I have been cherishing it for upwards of a decade, and  I submit today's program  (available on the Web) as a potent example.

       The show's title is "Competing for Private Enterprise with Public Dollars," a topic I did not know existed before today.  The guests are extremely knowledgeable, and Warren Olney is nothing short of a brilliant questioner, having absorbed thorough preparation and exactly aware of what each guest is able to contribute to an audience's understanding.  I would be most surprised if you are not grateful for what you hear brought to light in this program.

       This is the URL for today's broadcast:  http://kcrw.com/tothepoint


       

Distracting Myself from the Stress

       The nurse who checked my medical profile I thought said her name was "Juan," but it was "Wuan..." and a much longer name to follow, and she was not Hispanic, but Thai, the nationality with long names, like my dermatologist's:   Borirakchanyavat.

       My anesthesiologist appeared Japanese, but with the colonoscopy about to begin, I failed to inquire.   Rosa the student nurse asked my permission to stay and observe; I said sure, she of Hispanic origin and pleasant demeanor.   Dr. Hamamah, my palindromic gastroenterologist, has an Arabic name.   He told me it meant "dove." 

       The nurse overseeing my coming out of anesthesia, Magdalena, is Philippine.   I mentioned the diversity of Kaiser personnel in names and background, and she said, "Yes, we...I...came here for something better."  "My family too," I said.  And many others'.

The Imitative Aspect of Words

        "Scoop" is a word that practically does what it means.  Try it.  You might exaggerate a little bit just to get the feel of it.  Say it with me:  "scoop."  You feel the mouth rounding out, the lips protruding, very much suggesting what a scoop looks like and does.  Once again, slowly: "s-c-oo-p."

        To get more refined, you can say the "s" of scoop sort of slides into action like a scoop, the "k" and "p" sounds are hard as the boundaries of a scoop must be to dig and retain its contents, and that "oo" in between is the rounded part of it to help gather and hold things in.

        Now something called a "skip" or a "scap" wouldn't hold much.  Would it? 

Supreme Court to Consider DOMA?

       I haven't liked the "Defense of Marriage Act" from the first time I heard it.  There is NO way to distinguish by ear between a "Defensive Marriage Act" and a "Defense of Marriage Act."  The unaccented "ive" and "of" syllables have exactly the same sound in connected speech.

       I thought it must mean something like putting up one's dukes to protect a mate.   And the abbreviation DOMA?  Something to do with a dome?  Just a little short of "dumb."

       I could say pretty eloquent words in defense of marriage myself, but I would like to see those who want to marry another of the same sex have that privilege and responsibility, those benefits and society's imprimatur that go with marital status.

       But on grounds of sound alone, Supreme Court, you have my blessing to declare DOMA unconstitutional.

Words, like Amber, Contain the Past

       Something I never told Abe Kleiman, my friend who died in the last month, is that the exercise he taught me to do with my two 5 pound dumbbells is the exact replica of the gesture at the origin of the very word "dumbbell."

       In earlier times, church bells summoned people and tolled the hour.  Sextants in towers pulled the ropes that brought the clappers in contact with the bells.  Someone saw a good exercise in this.  String ropes up over pulleys with weights on the other end.  Pull the ropes down and let the weights pull your arms back up.  "Tumb" means "silent" in German, whence English "dumb."  "Dumbbells" are "silent bells."

       I think of Abe every time I swing the two weights from down at my sides to overhead and back.

      

"Wisdom" Literature

       This is the first time I've ever glanced at one of H. Jackson Brown, Jr.'s Life's Little Instruction Calendar entries and thought, "The opposite is true."

       "Life's too short to eat brown bananas, cold pizza, or drink warm beer."  No.  "Life's too short not to eat brown bananas, cold pizza, or drink warm beer."  When it's what you've got, have it!  

       I'm not much of a beer drinker, but I know I could put up with warm beer as I have fairly often  the other two:  when the banana's browning, it can still be surprisingly welcoming under the peel, and cold pizza retains plenty of what you liked when it was hot.

       What I'm willing to bet is, I'm a lot closer to the end of life than Brown was when he wrote, "Life's too short"!