Archive for the ‘This blogging life’ Category

Another day at the Kharkiv opera

April 6, 2025

A comment on today’s little posting “The light hand and the hammer” from Chi Hang Cheung on Facebook, with my response:

— CHC: Glad to see that you can remain calm with the drastic political changes in the US!

— AZ > CHC: I am not calm. These little postings — more are in preparation — are a kind of therapy for me while I channel my alarm and anger on other fronts against the outrages of the government as it attempts to institute total control over public life and suppress or destroy significant parts of the population. But it’s absolutely essential to preserve art and play and human connection of every kind; we need a whole lot of Kharkiv opera. I’m doing what I can to sing.

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Removed!

October 29, 2024

This has been a signally awful morning for me, but mixed in with my immersion in death (the deaths of old friends, from several generations, one or more every week), a long respiratory affliction that has made it impossible for me to enjoy our beautiful fall days, the end of face-to-face relations with friends (which has made me a deeply isolated old man, dependent on Facebook for getting any contact at all with my friends), possibly the worst persecution dream of my life (which has left me thoroughly rattled), and of course the remarkable ugliness of the MAGA Presidential campaign, there came this message from Facebook:

I will explain.

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The peach in 1904

October 22, 2024

This remarkable image — In Love’s Garden: “The Peach Blossom” (from 1904) — appeared on my Pinterest feed this morning:


(#1) A peach blossom, with a bit of stem attached, and a female face, adored by a young man (the word sentimental comes to mind); to very modern eyes. just the combination of the  word peach and the image of the flower will probably instead evoke buttocks (as the object of sexual desire), in the peach emoji 🍑 used in sexting — though this was obviously far from the artist’s intention 120 years ago

A bit of clicking from the Pinterest image led to the Prints with a Past site (“antique prints dating from the late 1700s through early 1900s”), where color prints of #1 are offered for sale. There the artist was identified as John Cecil Day (US). A search on this name got me nothing; well, illustrators are generally under-appreciated, and Day might have been a niche artist, of little note even in his own time.

But searches will turn up lots of things that aren’t what you asked for but have names similar to your search terms. And so my search for John Cecil Day brought me to an illustrator named John Cecil Clay, who looked an awful lot like my guy. I pulled up my copy of #1, got out my big magnifier, and looked at the signature. Yes, for sure, John Cecil Clay, famous enough to have a Wikipedia page. And the creator of a series of In Love’s Garden illustrations, of flowers that were also women. The Prints with a Past staff had misread the signature.

With the right name on hand, I could find more flowers from Clay’s garden. Two more of these, and then on to the fascinating story of Clay’s life; and a final note on sexting with emoji.

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Acting normal

September 2, 2024

Today’s Zippy asks the question: would it be better if Zippy acted in a normal fashion? Would that make Zerbina happier?


(#1) Faced with a normal-brain alternative to Zippy’s surreal non sequiturs about logic, word salad, and accountants, Zerbina decides to sing along with Rogers and Hart: don’t change a hair for me

A few words about Rogers and Hart’s song, and a few words about me and my postings, which, like my linguistics articles, are regularly labeled as eccentric and idiosyncratic, usually not in a nice way.

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Julio Torres

August 11, 2024

In  my e-mail recently, the program for this year’s New Yorker Festival, with some of the interviewees in a display ad:


(#1) No, I don’t know why pink; Cumming, Maddow, and Torres are notably LGBT, but not the other five in this display (maybe 3 out of 8 exceeds some tipping point, but it’s more likely that pink’s just a random color choice, devoid of meaning)

Now, which of these 8 is not like the others? Well, that’s an odd photo of singer-songwriter Sara Bareilles, but it’s an atypical one. Otherwise, Julio Torres’s photo does stand, or leap, out, and for him it’s fairly restrained; his pictures show him with a wide variety of hair colors (sometimes involving henna red or bright blue) and bodily adornments, and sometimes in drag. Meanwhile, he’s young, adorable, outrageous, smart, and dead series about creating comedy in a variety of forms.

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The phantom on the football field

July 16, 2024

The phantom is a player named Ocho Quatro, who materialized yesterday for an old friend reacting to my posting “The coming duodecfest”, on occurrences of the number 84. I stashed a note about their Facebook comment away, for following up this morning. When Google kindly led me, slantwise, to Chad Johnson. Yes, you have a right to be puzzled by that, just as I was until I read Johnson’s entry in Wikipedia.

So this will be (yet another) posting on the fragility and mutability of human memory, and on associative thinking as providing access to those memories.

But first, what led my friend to Chad Johnson: some facts about the man, from Wikipedia:

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Pandora’s in-box

July 11, 2024

Temporarily poleaxed by a long period of low air pressure — not dead yet, just not functioning at all well — I’m posting a little thing from the most recent issue (July 8 & 15, 2024) of the New Yorker:


Cartoon by Pia Guerra and Ian Boothby

Pandora’s disastrous opening, in mythical times, of the box containing all the evils that beset mankind comes round again in her opening the comments section on her laptop, thus freeing all the vileness of the human spirit. As it was once, so must it be again.

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St. Arnold’s Day

July 8, 2024

According to the calendar on my computer, today is St. Arnold’s Day, and it is — just not the St. Arnold (the patron saint of hop-pickers and brewers, born in Flanders, now Belgium, around 1040 and died there in 1087) I had in mind, whose feast day is August 14. An earlier version of the beery St. Arnold’s Wikipedia page had him confused with St. Arnold of Arnoldsweiler (a musician — harpist and singer — who served at the court of Charlemagne and died around 800), whose feast day is  in fact July 8 — though the current version of his Wikipedia page has a typo in which his feast day is listed as July 18.

But most of St. Arnold of Arnoldsweiler’s story seems to be florid invention, with only a few solid facts known about him, while St. Arnold (Lat. Arnoldus) or Arnoul of Soissons (in northwestern France), aka Arnold or Arnulf of Oudenburg (in Flanders), had a fairly well-documented life full of event and accomplishment, so today I’m going to write about him, again, anyway.

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Dogs on wheels

June 25, 2024

Well, it’s about attachment ambiguity, in a family of memes about dogs chasing people on two-wheeled vehicles (mostly bicycles). Along the way, I’ll use this opportunity to expose some of the complexities of my blogging life.

The story begins on 6/23, with a message from Ellen Kaisse — a regular on this blog — offering me this memic wheel-dog joke that turns on an ambiguity between low and high attachment of the modifying PP on a bicycle:


(#1) Did the neighbo(u)r report that some people on a bicycle were being chased by the dog, or that the dog was on a bicycle in pursuit of some people? The human in the photo cartoon supposes the former, the dog the latter

In the human’s report, the PP is intended as a modifier of the head N people within the direct object NP of the verb chasing (low attachment (LA), which you could also think of as narrow attachment); but the dog’s response makes it clear that it understands the PP as modifying the VP are chasing people (high attachment (HA), which you could also think of as wide attachment). (There is a Page on this blog about my postings on modifier attachment, including lots of cases of potential LA vs. HA ambiguity; there’s some overall preference for LA, but how things are understood in actual usage depends very much on the plausibility in context of the two understanding.)

The text in #1 has the BrE spelling neighbour, but there are otherwise identical versions out there with the AmE spelling neighbor, plus otherwise identical versions in which the cycle in the text is a motorcycle rather than a bicycle. And then there are further variations, lots of them, on both image and text (a couple of them reproduced below).

In any case, EK cautiously added the note, “You’ve probably seen this before” — her caution the product of previous occasions on which she sent me some cool example and I told her that I’d posted an analysis of it in 2008 or 2015 or whenever. This time, I was in fact sure that I’d seen a version of #1 and had posted about it; but then I couldn’t find it on any of my blogs or in the “to blog”  files on my computer or in the “to blog” images on my desktop or in my stored albums of images. Much annoyed growling.

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Cited!

May 31, 2024

🐅 🐅 🐅 three tigers for ultimate May, slavering to devour the steamy rabbits of June; but first, a drama of citations

It started on 5/27, in my posting “Extremely famous in a very small world”, where my rheumatologist reported that he had come across me cited, in Kory Stamper’s Word by Word: The Secret Life of Dictionaries (2017), as an an authority on linguistics (for my writing about the recency illusion).

To which Mike Pope, a technical writer and editor currently at Google, responded on Facebook with a comparison to his 2022 book Crash Blossoms, Eggcorns, Mondegreens & Mountweazels: 101 Terms About Language That You Didn’t Know You Needed.

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