and Counting!

       Here I am at year's end wondering how I got here.  I haven't even made out my profile for this blog.  I haven't given a fuller description of how the blog began, and what led up to it, and yet I've done sixty daily entries (excuse me, posts) as intended, starting from November 2nd.

       I feel the profile and fuller description are coming, but meanwhile I'll give a clue by telling something of why I started the day I did.

       The little girl Abigael crying and expressing her impatience with both Mitt Romney and "Bronco" Bama, home videoed by her mother, which then went viral, was just too precious a moment with language to let pass by.  The president had been likeable to many, but to see him transformed into a Western Cowboy Hero by a four-year-old through her quite understandable misnaming told me the blog had to begin that very night.  And it did.

       Happy New Year!  Keep your ears and eyes open.  I'm planning to.  There's a lot to know and  enjoy.  

"It's Easy, Just..."

       Another gripe before year's end.  I love doing this blog, and I'm sure Blogger is as good and simple and user-friendly an employer of explanatory language as anybody on the Web.  But Blogger, like most, still assumes more readiness to comprehend directions than this user is able to muster.

       My warning sign for something I'm not going to "get" is the word "just," as in "To do so, just go to your Settings / Formatting tab and set the 'Show Link fields' option to 'Yes.'"  I would "go" if I knew where it was.  The "just" implies a simple, easy move is about to be described.

       I know, the answer is, take some time from writing the blog to learn how to publish the blog.  And I'm willing to do so.   So I'm not really complaining.  But maybe people could employ a few less "justs," if only to acknowledge a comment by Dylan Thomas speaking of a toy he received as a child at Christmas with "easy instructions for little engineers":   "Easy for Leonardo!" 

Not to Mention the Prices!

       What do you do when your computer tells you magenta and cyan are low, two of the three ink colors?  Were those in my Crayola box as a kid? 

       I purchased all three colors in one package, but which were the two that needed replacing?  Magenta, that's  reddish, I think.  Is cyan blue?  No color name on each refill cartridge. 

       OK I used the dictionary and cyan is in the blue-green range; I could just retain the old yellow, which I suppose will be low soon.

      But why doesn't HP label the colors, putting "cyan" (or, better, "blue") on the blue cartridge?  Then I could buy just the two I need. 

       So...should I take some cyanide?  Say Sayonara to Hewlett Packard?

       I bit my lip, replaced all three, and cursed HP!

"Proxy Interview"

       The death of General Norman Schwarzkopf yesterday, he of Gulf War fame, reminds me the name Schwarzkopf had been a part of my childhood.

       I was an ardent listener to the radio "Gangbusters" show, which dramatized stories of America's criminals.  At show's end, Colonel J. Norman Schwarzkopf of the New Jersey State Police (the general's father) would come on for a "proxy interview" about law enforcement.

       I didn't know what "proxy" meant.   Did all my elders, let alone other kids, realize a proxy was "a person authorized to act for another"?  Was it an actor reading the colonel's words, or did writers, perhaps, womp up the words which the colonel "authorized" and maybe even read himself?

       Sometimes language is chosen to inform and obscure at the same time.

       

        

Each Word in its Time Sees Many Uses

       With New Year's Eve approaching, perhaps bouncers might be needed for some events, but I never thought of them being "rented" exactly.

       This was my first reaction to the sign in front of a residence.  Was it yours?  Of course, there's the kind kids crawl into and jump up and down on air-inflated plastic.

       But if the kids raise too much "Hell" and become "hellions," sniffing "Hellium," we may need the other kind of bouncer anyway.

Time Turns the Table(t)s

       In a new gift book from my daughter, I read that one of the co-authors is always using her iPad to check her references, and she makes the "sweet reflection" that all texts have "come full circle":

                        "From tablet to tablet, from scroll to scroll."

       From, as I understand this, the Tablets of the Ten Commandments all the way to iPads, from scrolls of the Torah and other ancient secular and sacred texts to the scrolling you are doing now to read this.

       The book is jewsandwords by Amos Oz and his daughter Fania Oz-Salzberger.

Next, Car Will Stand Up on its Hind Tires & Bark

       Our tech advancements prove ambiguously helpful.  My nephew David told me today of sitting alone on his dad's front porch one day when he heard, "Your door is ajar."  He looked around, saw no one, and again heard after a Ding "Your door is ajar."  He looked down toward the curb, and there was a car:  Ding..."Your door is ajar."  There was no owner in sight.

       Then David heard a Ding, and the flat-toned voice said, "Your keys are still in the ignition." (PAUSE) Ding  "Your keys are still in the ignition."

       Now let us watch both voice and vehicle disappear.

      

       

Small, Very Big

       Looking for gifts for nieces, Connie and I came across a blouse that was sized "Petite Extra Large"?!  To me that sounded like a contradiction in terms, "petite" being French for "little."

       My petite-sized wife said, as we looked at this broad-gauge blouse, "It means short but..." and her gesture said "wide."

       "Oh, OK," I said.

"Graffiti Nerds"

                                         (Click on comic to ENLARGE)

Getting Caught by Words

       Can this “getting caught by words” be passed on to a third generation?!  I picked up daughter Elizabeth and grandson Micah at the local Metrolink stop on a recent visit, they having arrived by overnight train from Tucson.  A thrill for me...I had never been to our very own train station, well, platform.

        As we pulled away in my car, Micah pipes up from the back seat rhapsodically, ”The Famous Los Angeles Toilet!”  What?  I turn and see a handsome, elliptical, stand-alone structure with those very words running prominently around the top (minus "the famous”).  Elizabeth had me wheel around for her to see too.

        We all took glee in it:

                                Los Angeles Toilet

proudly displayed for arriving passengers to wonder at.  And Micah, 9 1/2, caught it.

Of Course, St. Nick Will Be Everywhere Soon

       There seem to be endless examples of how we read through our experiential filters.  Another instance occurred for me this morning.

       I'm looking up air quality conditions on the AQMD map.  I saw "Santa Claus."  What my eyes had actually fallen upon was the city of Santa Clarita just north of where we live.

       Must have something to do with the season.

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.
•  
•          Use your natural talents to obtain more.
•  
•          Your leadership qualities will shine soon.
•  
•          You are a person of imaginative, yet honest intentions.
•  
•          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.