Every 8th Grader Knows

As every 8th grader knows, the word “mean” has multiple meanings.

 

From Merriam Webster:

 

There’s the mean that conveys signification or intention, as in “novelty means newness.”  Or “she means to win.” It has its origins in Old English and is related to the Old High German word meaning “to have in mind.”

The one that refers to a mathematical average (“the mean temperature”) came to English from medieval French.  It derives from the Latin word medianus, which was later borrowed again to give us the related term median. The modern French relative is moyen. This is also the origin of the noun mean, used to mean “average” or used in phrases like “means to an end.”

Finally, there’s the one that most commonly describes something or someone that is unkind or cruel (“mean girls”). And yet, this use of mean as an adjective — without question the most frequently used today — is quite new in English.  It was uncommon until around 1900. This unkind newcomer has un-generously displaced the word’s older meanings, nearly to the point of eclipsing them.

 

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This word’s oldest use comes from its etymological meaning of “common” or “shared” from the Middle English word mene.  It was initially used to mean “humble,” “ordinary,” or “inferior.” Mean was used by extension to describe people of humble or non-noble birth, sometimes having the meanings “common” or “lacking distinction.” This is the way mean is used in the King James Bible and in Shakespeare.

Another sense of the word continues the idea of “lacking nobility” or “lacking distinction.” It also adds a moral element, resulting in usage that conveys “lacking dignity or honor,” “unprincipled,” “low,” or “base.” This moral component of the word’s development led in two directions. On the one hand, it came to mean “ungenerous,” “cheap,” or “stingy.” This sense of mean was first entered in a dictionary in 1934: “Characterized by petty selfishness or malice; contemptibly disobliging or unkind; ill-tempered; fractious.” The use of mean for “cruel,” “unkind,” or “harsh” has since become so widespread in American English that we usually find all other uses to seem unusual or archaic – or we misunderstand what authors from earlier centuries intended.  Know what I mean, Jelly Bean?

 

Every 8th-grader knows this is photoshoped
Wait. What? You say the Queen Mum was mean to you? Nothing that a little photo-shop can’t correct.  Yer welcome, 45!

 

I love this picture so much, I mean to repeat it as often as possible.

No, I’m not just being mean.

And yes, I mean what I say.

Too Long

It’s been far too long since we’ve done a WOTD.  So, without further ado, here are 38 of them, of a type I especially adore: Words from other languages that take a whole paragraph – or at least a full sentence – to explain in English.

 

My favorites, in no particular order…

 

Kummerspeck (German)
Excess weight gained from emotional overeating. Literally, “grief bacon.”

Too long since I had bacon
Everything goes better with bacon. Literally. Everything.

 

Backpfeifengesicht (German)
A face badly in need of a fist.

Too long - the Queen?
Wait. What? So sorry, Your Royal Highness…

 

Alright, enough with the German. Let’s try some other languages…

 

 

Seigneur-terraces (French)
Coffee shop dwellers who sit at tables a long time but spend little money.

Sitting in the coffee shop too long.
“Can I get you guys anything else…  C’mon guys… ANYTHING?”

 

L’esprit de l’escalier (French)
Literally, “stairwell wit, ” a too-late retort thought of only after departure.

“Dang. What I SHOULDA said was….”

 

Cafune (Brazilian/Portuguese)
Leave it to the Brazilians to come up with the perfect word.

Not to mention, the perfect image too. Well done, Brazilians.

 

Ya’arburnee (Arabic)
This word is the hopeful declaration that you will die before someone you love deeply, because you cannot stand to live without them. Literally, may you bury me.

<I don’t have a picture for this one, but, Holy Cow! Those Arabs really aren’t kidding around!>

 

OK, I take it back. The perfect words are both Yiddish.

 

Schlemiel and schlimazel (Yiddish)

There are two types of klutzes, both prone to bad luck: The schlemiel is the traditional maladroit who spills their coffee. The schlimazel is the one on whom it is spilled. Together, they make a perfect pair.

Anyone remember their theme song?

Or has it been too long?

Aaron Opens Up

So.  Aaron.  Old buddy.  Old pal.  Opening up is good.

But it’s come to this, has it?

 

Packers’ QB Aaron Rodgers in action.

 

First, you win a Super Bowl.

 

Aaron Opens Up - Super Bowl XLV
Celebrating after Super Bowl XLV.

 

Then, you get a hot race-car-driving girlfriend.

 

Aaron and Danica on the red carpet at the Espys.

 

Suddenly you’re estranged from your family.

You start questioning your faith.

Then, before you know it,

you’ve bought a house.

A $28 million Malibu beach house.

That’s right. You heard me.

Twenty-eight million.

 

Seaside living at its finest.

 

So.  What’s left?

Well, there’s always retirement I guess.

Stay tuned for details as they develop.

Oh, and Aaron? Take heart, buddy.

We’re praying for ya.

Aaron Opens Up - on the beach with Danica Patrick.
Aaron Rodgers opens up about religion and life on the Malibu beach.

 

Well, you and Danica both, I guess.

Couldn’t hurt.

Am I right?

Caldara Canned

Every once in a while, I make an exception. For instance, most days I try to eat healthy, but today I had chili-cheese-fries for lunch.  So sue me. Also, I have banned political speech from these pages, yet sometimes I sneakily skirt the edges of decency with some sly reference to 45. But most days, this is a politics-free zone.  And overall, I stand by that editorial decision. I think it makes dewconsulting.net/blog a more enjoyable space for more kinds of people to pull up a chair, have a chuckle, and maybe even gain some insight. If you wanna enter into battle over the 2020 campaign, there are plenty of other places for you to do that. And if you feel called to fight the culture wars, please go some place else. I wish you godspeed.

But today, there was an editorial in the DP that I found so perplexing, I almost choked on my chili-cheese-fries. The thing almost sounds like half-an-editorial, with the key part that would reveal its true meaning – and maybe put it in proper perspective – cut out. I’m not usually so dense, so please tell me if you see something I missed. Go here to read in full.

 

MSM - Caldara
The presses at the Denver Post press plant.

 

On Friday, Jan. 17, Megan Schrader, editor of The Denver Post’s editorial pages, decided we would no longer run Jon Caldara’s weekly column. Caldara had been providing that column on a freelance basis to The Post since 2016….

We believe it is both possible and desirable to write about sensitive subjects and about people with whom one disagrees using respectful language. In exercising our right to edit material submitted for publication, we make changes and suggestions to uphold that standard. We expect writers to work with us in a collaborative and professional manner as we strive toward that goal.

 

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I was so mystified, I searched through Caldara’s recent DP columns to find the following. You can read it in full here.  It explains a lot.

 

Caldara on MSM bias
“Journalists have no idea how their work is perceived by a very sizable percentage of Americans.”

 

It is fascinating how the built-up frustration to the main-stream media carried Trump to victory. It’s more fascinating that the media has shown absolutely no introspection into their role in the phenomenon. They really think most Americans see them as they see themselves — brave warriors of truth, not torchbearers for progressive ideology.

 

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Before we go any further, let me say that there are lots of topics on which I find myself in stark disagreement with Jon Caldara.  Gun control, public vs. private education, you name it:  The guy’s a libertarian’s libertarian. Additionally, he’s the kind of professional devil’s-advocate – always doing his darndest to stir the pot – that I find supremely distasteful. But in this case, I think he may be on to something. The DP, of course, is welcome to publish works of whatever free-lance pundits they so choose. There’s no contract with Caldara, nor is the DP required to give editorial space to anyone, regardless of where they fall on whatever spectrum.

I guess I’d say what’s most glaring – by way of omission – from the “Editor’s note on discontinuation” is any positive indication of what got Caldara canned. Was he “disrespectful?” “Uncollaborative?” “Unprofessional?” Or maybe so politically Incorrect that he finally crossed over some invisible line into journalistic no-man’s-land? We can only guess.  And when it comes to the editorial pages, “making us guess” is probably the biggest sin an editorial writer – or indeed, an editor – can commit.

Further, I’d say all of this lends credence to exactly the kind of arguments Caldara was making in his Jan. 3rd op-ed, the gist of which is that the MSM is so blind to its own innate biases that they unwittingly abet the cause of getting 45 re-elected. And if that doesn’t give the DP editorial board a moment’s pause… well, then maybe it should.

Gossip Is Good

I have written about gossip before, and you can see that post here.  But even though it’s more than a year old, I really love this article from The Atlantic – titled “Gossip is Good” – for any of a number of reasons, including these:

 

  1.  The title, providing alliteration on the letter “G.” It also posits a counter-intuitive conclusion from the usual. Gossip is bad? Think again!
  2.  It doesn’t take long to read.  Plus, it’s easy to understand. In fact, the number of paragraphs (6) is less than the number of footnotes (9).
  3. Wait, what?  Did I mention, it has footnotes? Hey, don’t let that scare you off. Footnotes are good too. Honest.
  4.  It quotes everybody from Blaise Pascal to Ann Landers, not to mention The Talmud. I mean, c’mon: THE TALMUD!? Yes, you heard me: The Talmud.
  5.  It’s got great science references. Plus, there’s even a tongue-in-cheek formula, called The Law of Inverse Accuracy:  C = (TI)^vt

 

The likelihood of gossip being circulated (C) equals its timeliness (T) times its interest (I) to the power of its un-verifiability (v) minus the reluctance someone might feel about repeating it out of taste (t).

 

Last, but certainly not least, there’s the matter of primate social grooming. “Whaaaaat?” I hear you say?  That’s right: Primate. Social. Grooming.  If you wanna find out what that’s got to do with gossip, read the article!  And remember: Gossip is good.  Oh, and also…. <wait for it>… you heard it here first.

 

Gossip is Good, and so is grooming
“Pssst… Didja hear?  Grooming is good too!”

OK, Boomer

Meanwhile back at the Supreme Court…. with DC all atwitter over impeachment and whatnot, this story about Chief Justice John Roberts’ question to a lawyer in an age-discrimination case caught my eye.  At issue was whether the snarky phrase “OK, Boomer” would constitute an “actionable offense” if uttered by a hiring manager during a job interview. From the USA Today article:

 

The use of the phrase in a hypothetical situation drew laughter in the courtroom. “OK, Boomer” has become a biting slogan younger generations have used on platforms like TikTok and Twitter to express resentment toward older people, invoking the name of the baby boom generation.

 

Far be it from me to weigh in on such a momentous issue, but it did strike me that computer skills in particular were mentioned in the lawyer’s response to the Chief Justice’s question:

 

“If the decision-makers are sitting around the table and they say, ‘we’ve got Candidate A who’s 35’ and ‘we’ve got Candidate B who’s 55 and is a Boomer’ — and is probably tired and you know, doesn’t have a lot of computer skills, I think that absolutely would be actionable.”

 

Not sure what “tired” has to do with it.  But in my book, the Luddite angle is particularly noteworthy. And I say that as the unabashed Boomer that I certainly am.

 

Ok, Boomer
New Yorker cartoon by Barry Blitt

 

In any case…

 

Another article, this one from Quartz, also caught my eye today. In its own way it’s loosely related to the goings-on over at SCOTUS.  Titled, “The Best Parts of Your Childhood Probably Involved Things Today’s Kids Will Never Know,” it details things that are part of cultural shifts over the past few decades.  These include fewer opportunities for risk-taking, less abundant family-connections, and the loss of freedom from screen-time. Each has re-shaped childhood for today’s youth, and presumably has altered the landscape for us all.

Again, it’s not for me to presume or judge.  Instead, let me offer a selection of family photos from my own childhood as testament to an earlier era. These were recently made available when my nephew (Thanks, Thom!) digitized all my parents’ and grandparents’ old slides from the years 1957 to 1988.

 

 

In case you missed it, I grew up on a farm. Was it better or worse than being adept at typing with your thumbs? My guess is that SCOTUS won’t decide that question this term, so you be the judge. I could tell you what _I_ think.  But – sorry, Millennials – I won’t be typing it with my thumbs.

Barbies Invade

Other than the webmaster here at dewconsulting.net – and maybe an old room mate or two – it’s unlikely most of you will make it to this show. Nevertheless, here’s a shameless promo: Barbies Invade Portland!  On the other hand, The Barbies do get around. So maybe you’ll get to see them at a venue near you.  In any case, check out their cheeky music video, here.

 

Genghis Barbie – Third Angle New Music Ensemble

 

This self-styled “post post-feminist feminist all-female horn ensemble” invades Portland with a killer, eclectic program that will include the quartet’s own arrangements of classical gems, pop music, rock ’n’ roll, and alternative contemporary numbers. With an appearance at Carnegie Hall und five studio albums under their collective belts, these musicians have generated lots of attention.  And in keeping with their spontaneous style, they will announce their program from the stage.  7:30 p.m. Thursday and Friday, Feb. 6-7, Studio 2 @ N.E.W., 810 SE Belmont St.; thirdangle.org or 503-331-0301. 

 

The Barbies Invade Portland!
Our old pal Laura Weiner, AKA “Alpine Barbie,” is 2nd from right.

 

Genghis Barbie was incepted in a unique moment of ingenuity. That’s when Freedom Barbie, Cosmic Barbie, Velvet Barbie and Attila the Horn converged and vowed to create distinctive, interactive and personal performances.
Balancing individual careers in symphony orchestras plus their busy New York City performing schedule, the ladies of Genghis Barbie have performed at multiple International Horn Society Symposiums, premiered a solo commission at Carnegie Hall, and appeared on America’s Got Talent.
They have released five studio albums, including their self-titled debut album. A holiday album, Genghis Barbie: Home for the Holidays. Genghis Baby: Songs for Noa. A second pop album, Amp it Up!  And the newest of all – classical arrangements, “2 Legit.”
Program note: Genghis Barbie aspires to appear on the Ellen DeGeneres show within one calendar year.

 

Um, Nope, Sorry

“What good is the warmth of summer,

without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”

– John Steinbeck

Um, nope, sorry.
Photo credit: AVW.    Or, see the video on FB, here.

 

You want cold? You want sweetness?
Hey, we gotcha covered Mr. Steinbeck!

OK

OK, here’s a story the linguists will love. “What’s the real origin of OK,” from Mental Floss. Although the article’s over six years old now, some stories are just timeless. This is one of them. You won’t find a term more ubiquitous in English than “OK.” And you’ll have to search far and wide for a linguistic derivation more tortuous. Quoting Mental Floss:

 

There may be more stories about the origin of “OK” than there are uses for it. It comes from the Haitian port “Aux Cayes.” Or from Louisiana French au quai. Maybe from a Puerto Rican rum labeled “Aux Quais?” Or the German alles korrekt or Ober-Kommando? How about from Chocktaw okeh? Or the Scots och aye? From Wolof waw kay? Or the Greek olla kalla? From Latin omnes korrecta?

 

Other stories attribute it to bakers stamping their initials on biscuits. Or shipbuilders marking wood for “outer keel.” Or Civil War soldiers carrying signs for “zero killed.” But the real truth about OK, as Allan Metcalf, the author of OK: The Improbable Story of America’s Greatest Word, puts it, is that it was “born as a lame joke perpetrated by a newspaper editor in 1839.”

 

So, what was the joke? For that, you gotta click the link and read the article. But I won’t be giving anything away to tell you that it involves more than a jokey newspaper editor. It also involves POTUS #8, good old mutton-chop Martin Van Buren. “WHAT???” I hear you exclaim? “Yep,” I reply.  “Go ahead. Read the article. I dare ya.”

 

Got it, Mutton-chop?

OK: Martin Van Buren, aka Old Kinderhook
“Old Kinderhook,” Martin Van Buren, POTUS #8.

 

Oooo-kay then.