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12月12日

More Words

My favorite poet has arrived in town, which means that for me, Christmas has come early. It also means that I will be using all my free time in the next few weeks for family events. During this busy time for me, my friend Mike has agreed to let me "borrow" a thought or two from his site, http://www.travelingcurmudgeon.com/ If you like his work, feel free to visit and peruse his writings, as well as some of his award-winning photography. Hope you all have a pleasant weekend, and are able to maintain some Christmas cheer during the days to come.
 
More Words I Just Don’t Understand

 

What the heck is a “hermitage?” A place where a hermit can live with other hermits?

Why is it that if you throttle your car it speeds up but if you throttle your wife she slows down?

When did “awesome” become the opposite of “awful?”

You can pipe up or pipe down, buckle up or buckle down. If you buckle your belt, it holds up your pants. But if you buckle you knees, everything falls down. You can hold off or hold on or hold up, and they’re all pretty much the same thing, but holding down is something different altogether.

Overheard around town: “they should just give the banks the money and get out of the way. The banks just need to be ‘reincentivized.’” Please tell me that’s not really a word. I’m not sure, but I have the feeling that the problem is that they have been too incentivized. Maybe I misheard, and he said “deincentivized.”

I’m also rather fond of a term coined by UC Irvine’s Chief of Anesthesiology who was suspended for filling out the forms describing the course of the surgery and the patient’s post-op recovery before the operation began. In his defense, he said that “there was no patient injury, no compromise of care…associated with the pre-documentation.”

Legalizing gay marriage has had one interesting lexicographic effect: for the first time, the word “bridegroom” makes sense. Until now it has been, at least as far as I am aware, the only one-word oxymoron in the language. Some people, particularly the frequently-married, have said that “gay marriage,” is itself an oxymoron, but they are using “gay” in the more traditional sense….

And then there’s the term so popular with economists right now, “negative growth.” This is an oxymoron that really belongs in the list I started back at the beginning of the year, in with euphemisms like “pre-owned” for “used” and “gaming” for “gambling.” So I think I’ll just slip it into that piece in the archive (are you going to remember it wasn’t there originally?) and say no more about it.

And finally, in the Onomatopoea Division: “Ping Pong” is allegedly so named because that’s what it sounds like. Not when I play it. “Gnip Gnop” would be much better. Maybe it sounds different in Chinese….

 

 
12月5日

War and Peace

Mazar-i-Sharif (Tomb of theChosen One) is home to the great Blue Mosque, Tomb of Hazrat Ali, cousin and son-in-law of Prophet Mohammad, the forth caliph of Islam. The tomb was covered with earth to escape the ravage of Gengis Khan in 1220 and remained lost until it was uncovered during rebuilding work in 1480.

 

The only Americans likely to see this impressive structure today are perhaps some of our soldiers currently serving in Afghanistan. As we approach the Christmas holiday, the following poem reminded me of how little peace on Earth we have today, how we need to be grateful for the blessings we have, and not forget those who are so much less fortunate than we are in America, nor those who are stationed far away from home over the holidays, continuing to quietly serve their country. Be well.

 

The White Doves of Mazar

 

For crusts of bread

these sacred birds entrust

their bodies to your hands

despite the evidence of blood

in every street

and twenty-seven years of war.

Though nothing will change

for the Hazaras and Uzbeks,

the Pashtuns and Tajiks,

the Arabs, Russians, and Americans

try nonetheless to feel

the slightest heart beat

against your palms. Touch

the trembling wings

and ruffled head –

helpless now and beautiful –

as if they were the framed,

unfinished faces of the dead.

 

Tim McBride