On a Roll

We’re on a linguistic roll here at dewconsulting.net/blog and only the good Lord knows why.  Today’s Word of the Day is “shot-clog.”  Whaaaaat? Yes, your ears do not deceive you.  This term means “a bore tolerated only because he or she pays the shot.”

 

The “shot” part refers to a charge to be paid. It’s a cousin to, and synonymous with, scot, a word likely only familiar to modern speakers in the term scot-free, meaning “completely free from obligation, harm, or penalty.”

The origin of the “clog” part is less clear. Perhaps it’s meant to draw a parallel between a substance that impedes a pipe’s flow and a person who impedes a good time.  Or perhaps companions’ tabs accumulate as so much dross in a clogged pipe.   Meanwhile the shot-clog yammers on unawares….  The word is no longer in regular use.  But it might work for you as a suitable old-time insult for that person in your party who is fine to have around – just so long as they pick up the tab.

 

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So, there you have it, shot-clog:  Because it’s always good to have an extra old-time insult at your disposal, especially when you’re out partying and on a limited budget.

 

Cliff Clavin on a roll.
Cliff Clavin, quintessential shot-clog: Cheers!

 

Cliff Clavin on why beer is good for you:

 

Well, you see, it’s like this. A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it’s the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Now, as we know, excessive intake of alcohol kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. And that’s why you always feel smarter after a few beers.

 

 

Goald

Today’s Word of the Day is “Goald.”  That’s right, you heard me: Goald!

 

Sutter's Mill at the Marshall "Goald" discovery site

“This day some kind of mettle was found in the tailrace that looks like goald.”

— from the January 24, 1848 entry in the diary of Henry Bigler, member of the Mormon Battalion, upon James Marshall’s discovery of “goald” at Sutter’s sawmill, Coloma, CA.

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My daughter the linguist and I had a good time yesterday laughing at the archaic language of Henry Bigler, above.  But it prompted a bit of historical research: When did American English spellings become normalized?  (We won’t even go into how the Brits attempt to spell things, because that’s a bird of a very different colour.)

Turns out, you can mostly blame it on Noah Webster, whose American Dictionary of the English Language was first published in 1828.  My guess is Henry Bigler never had the time or inclination for it.  But his diary and our history are the richer for his lack of spelling standards.  Mettle!  Goald!

 

 

Aside from the potential for a hip-hop musical based on Marshall’s gold discovery, with Lin Manuel Miranda playing the Henry Bigler role, the real Mother Lode in all this history is linguistic.  For instance, did you know – per Wikipedia

 

Modern English spelling developed from about AD 1350 onward. That’s when — after three centuries of Norman French rule — English gradually became the official language of England again. It was very different from before 1066, incorporating many words of French origin (battle, beef, button, etc.). Early writers of this new English, such as Geoffrey Chaucer, gave it a fairly consistent spelling system.  But this was soon diluted by Chancery clerks who re-spelled words based on French orthography. English spelling consistency was dealt a further blow in 1476. That’s when William Caxton brought the printing press to London . He lived in mainland Europe for the preceding 30 years, and his grasp of the English spelling system had become uncertain. The Belgian assistants he brought to help him set up his business had an even poorer command of it.

 

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As printing developed, printers began to develop individual preferences or “house styles”. Furthermore, typesetters were paid by the line and were fond of making words longer. However, the biggest change in English spelling consistency occurred around 1525, when William Tyndale first translated the New Testament.  And in 1539, King Henry VIII legalized the printing of English Bibles in England. The many editions of these Bibles were printed outside England by people who spoke little or no English. They often changed spellings to match their Dutch orthography. Examples include the silent h in ghost (to match Dutch gheest, which later became geest), aghast, ghastly and gherkin. The silent h in other words—such as ghospel, ghossip and ghizzard—was later removed.

 

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From the 16th century AD onward, English writers who were scholars of Greek and Latin literature tried to link English words to their Graeco-Latin counterparts. They did this by adding silent letters to make the real or imagined links more obvious. Thus det became debt (to link it to Latin debitum), dout became doubt (to link it to Latin dubitare). Sissors became scissors and sithe became scythe (as they were wrongly thought to come from Latin scindere). Iland became island (as it was wrongly thought to come from Latin insula). Ake became ache (as it was wrongly thought to come from Greek akhos).  And so forth.

 

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Alright, alright.  Not interested in linguistics or spelling, you say? You just want more pictures – am I right? Let it never be said that we here at dewconsulting.net are insensitive to the will of the common folk:  “What Would Hamilton Do?”  That’s our motto – first, last, and always.  Or, as some with a vested interest in text-length would spell it, “mottoe.”  Hey, when you’re a typesetter getting paid by the line, every extra character helps.

 

Bonus photographic content, below.

 

 

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Climbing Season

Climbing Season on Mt. Everest is not for the faint of heart.
Into thin air – with apologies to Jon Krakauer.

 

It’s climbing season in the Himalayas.  The brief weather window favorable for human survival at altitudes usually reserved for commercial jet liners stays open only for a short time each year.  If you’re so inclined – and can afford the steep fees associated with extreme adventure – now’s the time to have at it.

On This Day in History, Edmund Hillary of New Zealand and sherpa Tenzing Norgay of Nepal reach the summit of Mt. Everest for the first time.  Read here for a blow-by-blow account of their trek.  There’s also an interesting summary of the many failed attempts on the summit prior to their success in 1953.

More recently, this article appeared in the NY Times under the headline, “It Was Like a Zoo: Death on an Unruly Overcrowded Everest.”  The title pretty much says it all.  Have a look at this surreal traffic jam near the summit in 2019:

 

Climbers in a traffic jam near Everest's summit
Let’s all be careful out there, people!

 

Such exertions are not for the faint of heart.

Also not for anyone with a lick of sense.

But I digress.

Memorial

 

A brief selection of shots from around the State Capitol in Sacramento, including the Vietnam Memorial here.

 

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Memorial Day
Happy Memorial Day, y’all!

Reviews

5-Star Reviews
Stars beget sales.

 

When we bought our California place last year, the real estate person we used for the transaction was the friend of a relative who came highly recommended.  She worked for the largest agency in town.  In addition, she was their top-producer, with the preferred parking spot to prove it. Since we were getting new construction direct from the builder, there weren’t a lot of potential issues that sometimes come with buying an older place.  Nothing wrong with the (brand new) continuous flow water heater, or the (brand new) gas range, or the (brand new) whisper-close drawers and cabinets. What could go wrong, right?

I had come across this place on my own by walking the streets near where I worked.  Into the model I went, and almost immediately, I was hooked.  Later, when the agent took me around in her late-model leather-interior SUV to look at places on her list, she saved this one for last, figuring it was right up my alley – the coup-de-grace. And she was right, it was. After the financing worked itself out, we closed.  That was about a year ago.

Not long after move in, I got an online survey from the real estate agency. It asked me to rate my experience with the agent. The whole process had taken no more than a couple of weeks.  During this time, even if she had worked exclusively for me (she didn’t) and put in 16 hours a day, 7 days a week (I doubt it), her commission when pro-rated hourly amounted to more than I make – by a lot.  I figured, satisfied or not, she already had her reward.  Hey, that African-safari vacation?  I paid for part of that!  Ditto her Apple watch or Fitbit or whatever.  So I was not inclined to spend too much time writing reviews or giving out stars.  Does this make me a bad person?  Go ahead.  Sue me.  See if I care.

 

 

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A recent NY Times story by Joanne Chen of Wirecutter is titled “Stranger’s 5-Star Review.” It outlines some of the many factors involved in today’s ubiquitous landscape of reviews for products and services.  For whatever it’s worth, I give it 5 Stars.

Encounter

The people who say G*d has no sense of humor?  They don’t know what they’re talking about.  See story here from thedenverchannel.com …

 

Ark Encounter
“Ark Encounter” in Kentucky is suing after rains & flooding caused property damage.

 

Go figure.

Tariff

Today’s Word of the Day, “scavenger,” is one most everybody knows.  But it’s those roots in tariff collection that make it both curious and timely.

 

Did You Know?

 

“Scavenger” is an alteration of the earlier “scavager,” itself from Anglo-French scawageour, meaning “collector of scavage.” In medieval times, “scavage” was a tax levied by towns and cities on goods put up for sale by nonresidents in order to provide resident merchants with a competitive advantage. The officers in charge of collecting this tax were later made responsible for keeping streets clean, and that’s how “scavenger” came to refer to a public sanitation employee in Great Britain before acquiring its current sense referring to a person who salvages discarded items.

 

 

Definition of scavenger

 

1 chiefly British : a person employed to remove dirt and refuse from streets
2 : one that scavenges: such as
a : a garbage collector
b : a junk collector
c : a chemically active substance acting to make innocuous or remove an undesirable substance
3 : an organism that typically feeds on refuse or carrion
American eagle; Tariff protector and carrion eater.
Yep, our national bird is a carrion eater……….  and also, apparently, a tariff protector.
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Given the current U.S. trade spat with China, I suppose that makes 45 – you guessed it – our Scavenger-in-Chief.  Now if only he and Nancy could get together and do something about infrastructure…
Oops. Politics again. Sorry-not-sorry.

Checkered

Given my own checkered history, a story like this one in the current New Yorker is just too juicy to pass up. Got issues?  Read on if you dare.

 

Checkered past
C’mon, waddayasay?   Truth or dare!   I’ll show you my checkered past if you show me yours.

 

Freud acknowledged the fact “that the case histories I write should read like short stories and that, as one might say, they lack the serious stamp of science.”

 

West LA VA hospital IDs
But, you gotta play to win:  Free subscription to anyone with a 30+ year old picture of themselves…

 

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One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
A pre-surgical Jack Nicholson – Cuckoo’s Nest.

 

The most notorious mid-century surgical intervention was the lobotomy.  It was pioneered in the thirties by Egas Moniz whose work later won him the Nobel Prize.  The treatment reached a grotesque apogee in America with Walter Freeman’s popularization of the transorbital lobotomy.  This involved severing connections near the prefrontal cortex with an icepick-like instrument inserted through the eye sockets.  Freeman crisscrossed the country — a trip he called Operation Icepick — proselytizing for the technique in state mental hospitals.

 

Let them eat cake!
Make mine chocolate, please!

 

“Just as a cake recipe requires you to use flour, sugar, and baking powder in the right amounts, your brain needs a fine chemical balance.” – Promotional material for Paxil from GlaxoSmithKline.

 

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Words can alter, for better or worse, the chemical transmitters and circuits of our brain.  Just as drugs or electro-convulsive therapy can.  We still don’t fully understand how this occurs.  But we do know that all these treatments are given with a common purpose based on hope, a feeling that surely has its own therapeutic biology.  — Jerome Groopman, MD.

Timeless

Every day I find something somewhere to like.  It’s not always pretty, but it’s always interesting (to me), provocative (to some), or at least – like yesterday’s post – PG-13.  Today’s Word of the Day is not a word, but a quote, found in a NY Times op-ed in the midst of a discussion of Joe Biden’s son’s death. And while I don’t do politics here in these pages, there’s always room for timeless wisdom.   By any criteria, this certainly qualifies.  Aeschylus wrote:

 

“Pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, until in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.”

 

You don’t have to be a Greek tragedian like Aeschylus to see this truth.  You just have to experience loss and be honest about it.  Everyone’s had losses.  Not everyone expresses it as eloquently as Aeschylus.

 

Wisdom from Aeschylus
Aeschylus, father of Greek tragedy, 525 – 456 BC

 

“Hey, it ain’t all supermodels and speedboats, y’know.”

DEA Agent Hank Schrader – on a stake-out – in Breaking Bad.

 

Timeless wisdom from Hank Schrader
Dean Norris plays bald-headed DEA agent Hank Schrader in AMC’s Breaking Bad.

 

 POSTSCRIPT <From Wikipedia>

 

In 458 BC, Aeschylus returned to Sicily for the last time, visiting the city of Gela where he died in 456 or 455 BC. Valerius Maximus wrote that he was killed outside the city by a tortoise dropped by an eagle (possibly a lammergeier or Cinereous vulture, which do feed on tortoises by dropping them on hard objects) which had mistaken his bald head for a rock suitable for shattering the shell of the reptile. Pliny, in his Naturalis Historiæ, adds that Aeschylus had been staying outdoors to avoid a prophecy that he would be killed by a falling object.

 

There. See?

 

Timeless wisdom, Greek tragedy, and Breaking Bad too.

Who could ask for anything more?

 

Death of Aeschylus, 15th c. Florentine artwork by Maso Finiguerra.

 

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Rivets

On This Day in History in 1873, San Francisco businessman Levi Strauss and Reno Nevada tailor Jacob Davis receive a patent to create work pants reinforced with metal rivets on the stress points – at the corners of the pockets and the base of the button fly – to make them stronger. This marked the birth of one of the world’s most famous garments: blue jeans.  Read the full story here.   Below, bonus pictorial content.  Yer welcome.

 

Rivets at stress points?
             Rivets at the stress points?

 

Rivets at stress points.
                         Got it.

 

Photos used without permission.  So sue me.