Archive for September, 2024

Annals of mishearing: effing gee, the carpet store

September 16, 2024

A frequently experienced tv commercial in recent days, encountered at first only through the audio, which I heard to be for a local carpet company called, apparently, effing gee or effing G, involving the verb F or eff /ɛf/, an initialistic euphemism for fuck. Given my nature and my professional interest in taboo vocabulary, it would be fair to think of my perception as Freudian mishearing, of who knows what original. But, surely, a carpet company wouldn’t choose a name with fucking encoded in it, maybe playfully conveying that it was fucking good (though that would be a bold commercial move).

The next time I heard the ad, I understood the company name to be effigy, which is at least an English word (and not a swear), but baffling as a company name. Significantly, having heard the name originally as beginning with /ɛf/, that perception persisted.

Next time around, I shifted my perception to something more likely, in which /ɛf/ is in fact a letter name: FnG, that is F&G. This would be a common pattern in company names; a sampling of F&R companies:

F&R Auto Repair (Woodland CA), F&R Auto Sales (Hialeah FL), F&R Towing (San Jose CA), F&R Engineering (Roanoke VA), F&R American Fine Fragrance (Winston Salem NC)

Finally, I looked at the screen, and saw that the company’s name was indeed initialistic, but was S&R, not F&R. /f/ and /s/ are minimally distinct acoustically, so are often confused in perception. My initial perception was skewed towards /f/ because of my bias towards fucking — and so towards fucking and effing — and once established that perception persisted, despite repetitions of /s/.

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Speeding into the 20th century

September 15, 2024

Encountered on Pinterest today, this cover of Collier’s magazine from 1/19/1907: an early J.C. Leyendecker work of gay soft porn in the style of classical sculpture (an art form that lets the artist get away with a lot), which is also a hymn to rapid transport in the early 20th century:


“The Speed God” posed with a stylized caduceus against a hot air balloon, while the messenger of the Roman gods poses his muscular body on the hood of an early automobile

And then there are Mercury’s truly fabulous winged sandals, which appear to be living creatures in their own right.

(JCL appears every so often on this blog — most recently in my 9/2 posting “Leyendecker Labor Day”.)

 

 

A really tough maze

September 15, 2024

(Commentary: I spent five hours this morning fashioning a very personal and wrenching response to this cartoon, only to have it somehow swallowed up irrevocably by WordPress. I cannot bear to reconstruct my posting, and in any case must get on with other commitments for this day. So I’ll just give you the cartoon.)

A Mick Stevens cartoon in the 9/16/24 New Yorker:


Oh dear, the idea that you could flunk maze (an exercise for the purposes of some external agency, not an activity furthering your own goals and interests) is truly distressing

Put on some pants, ranger!

September 14, 2024

Today’s Wayno / Piraro Bizarro — Wayno’s title: “Forestry Union Negotiations” — plays with the homophones bear and bare in a fresh way, turning on the fact that Smokey the Bear (in those American public service ads for fire safety) is in fact a National Park Service ranger (who happens also to be a talking bear), and so would be required to dress in ranger garb:


(#1) The cartoon, in which Smokey appears on duty with his shovel for fighting fires, but regrettably bare: sans hat and (AmE) pants — also shirt and boots (regulation NPS wear is a gray shirt and green pants) (if you’re puzzled by the odd symbols in the cartoon — Dan Piraro says there are 5 in this strip — see this Page)

Now: a little background on Smokey, followed by some other playing with bear and bare. (By the way, though these are homophones for many English speakers, including most Americans, there are English varieties in which they are distinct — but quite close phonetically, so the word play still works just fine.)

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Pablo, the drug-sniffing dog

September 13, 2024

A delightful old Pearls Before Swine strip (from 12/27/07) that Jeff Bowles posted on Facebook this morning:


Pig understands drug-sniffing dog (as will most of us reading this) to refer to a dog that sniffs out drugs, detects / discovers them by its sense of smell, so as parallel to cadaver-sniffing dog; but it turns out that the dog in question actually sniffs — inhales — drugs to get high on them, so that Rat’s use of drug-sniffing dog is parallel to, say, glue-sniffing teenager (glue sniffing ‘the practice of inhaling intoxicating fumes from the solvents in adhesives’ (NOAD)) or snuff-sniffing aristocrat

So drug-sniffing dog is ambiguous — with two different meanings for the PRP-form synthetic compound drug-sniffing — and the strip plays with the ambiguity.

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Slasher Day

September 13, 2024

🔪 🔪 🔪 slash slash slash: It’s Friday the 13th, and Jim Horwitz has re-run a Watson strip from 9/13/19 that plays with Friday the 13th‘s slasher Jason in a hockey mask:


Fudgey the little boy and his big dog Watson; here, Watson’s in a hockey mask, which Fudgey is sure none of the other kids will recognize as an allusion to the slasher Jason in all those old movies (12 of them, the last released in 2009)

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IMMIGRANTS EAT OUR DOGS

September 12, 2024

So reads a sign — a genuine sign, not an achievement of digital image-making — reproduced widely on Facebook in the past two days:


(#1) The sign at the Wiener Circle / Wieners Circle / Wiener’s Circle, 2622 N. Clark St., Chicago IL 60614; two things about it — its’s a joke, a pun dogs (short for hot dogs ‘frankfurters’) on dogs ‘domestic canines’; and it’s a piece of political mockery

A mockery of Grabpussy, in the US Presidential debates on 9/10, who cited as fact preposterous on-line rumor stories, among them that Haitian immigrants in Springfield OH are preying on people’s pets, eating their dogs and cats — thus painting immigrants as dangerous invaders, monstrous inhuman beasts.

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Phaethon, Sisyphus, Putin, Darwin

September 11, 2024

It started with this rich (but baffling) painting on Pinterest a little while back:


(#1) A young boy, standing in a lake or river, holds up a fish he has caught on a line, while a band of intense light (a rocket launching?) shines from the far shore — a work by Irish figurative painter Conor Walton (born in 1970), who does still lifes and commissioned portraits, but also a lot of allegorical figurative painting, on mythological, cultural, and political themes

Some searching on Walton’s website identified #1 as Walton’s Phaethon (2015), so the subtext is mythological; comments to come. That search led to a clearly myth-based painting — a male nude to boot  — showing Sisyphus. Then to a political / cultural painting featuring Vladimir Putin, except that it’s also about Slim Pickens’s character Major Kong in the movie Dr. Strangelove, and, yes, it’s another male nude. And finally to a monumentally complex painting on a cultural / political theme, Darwinian evolution.

There’s a lot more, but these four should give you a feel for Walton’s imaginative side.

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White Party

September 10, 2024

White Party: my name for the white-flower bouquet that León Hernández Alvarez gave me last Thursday for my birthday, which I trimmed and rearranged yesterday. It sits on my worktable, giving me great pleasure.

White roses are symbols of purity — sorry, not my game at all — and loyalty, which I think suits me pretty well. But then the shock yesterday when I saw that the white rose was actually a very pale pink (symbolizing gentleness, sweetness, and of course femininity, so also — yay for the boys with pretty pink pom-poms — gayness).

The name alludes to the White Party in Palm Springs (this year it was March 29-31), the circuit party that bills itself as “the largest gay dance festival in the world” (there are of course other White Parties elsewhere around the world; there’s some discussion of circuit parties — and for a bonus, shapenote singing — in my 6/22/10 posting “Rivers of Babylon”). Never felt bold enough or hot enough to go to one, and now both my dancing days and my traveling days are long over. But the name comes with sexy vibes, so I’m going with it.

But now about the flowers.

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Volcanic verse

September 10, 2024

Well, silliness provoked by my getting, yesterday, this excellent fortune cookie fortune:

You will be awarded
some great honor

Which I was then able to combine with a postcard from Ann Burlingham (sent on 3/4/24), showing, of course, a volcano — Frederic Church’s 1862 painting of Cotopaxi in Ecuador — adding the requisite woolly mammoths (on a US postage stamp), flanking the fortune, to complete the composition:

For which I have supplied some verse, filched from Longfellow’s The Song of Hiawatha (1855), with its famously jogging trochaic tetrameter:

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