Elegantized insults

January 29, 2025

elegantized insult: a replacement for an insulting word or phrase that’s notably more elegant than the replaced item, by using material from either the specialized or technical Greco-Latin stratum of English vocabulary or its very formal registers, for the purpose of humor, either pointed mockery (amplifying the insult) or droll playfulness (entertaining the audience).

Two examples conveying ‘without courage’. An example of the first type (and conveying mockery) came to me a few days ago in e-mail: anorchídic as a replacement for the insult ball-less. Then an example of the second type (and conveying jocularity): lacking intestinal fortitude for the insult gutless. I’ll go through the examples in some detail, and then riff some on sophisticated insults, in various senses of sophisticated.

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Sucking the life out of the state

January 28, 2025

Returning to a very old topic on this blog, making small advances on some outstanding puzzles. It starts with my 6/8/11 posting (yes, 14 years ago) “Parasites and the body politic”, about

my dismayed reaction to recent political assaults on teachers (and, more generally, public employees) as drains on the economy, selfishly demanding decent wages and benefits while being “unproductive”, producing nothing of significance. Lots of things are going on at once here — contempt for the working classes and for service workers like maids, cooks, gardeners, and janitors (and, yes, teachers); classic American anti-intellectualism (cue Richard Hofstadter); marketplace valuation of people’s worth; and more — but parallel attitudes surface in the way many people view academics, so it hits close to home for me.

Then the anecdote. Some years ago I was at some large public function involving people of money and substance and, wine glass in hand, struck up a conversation with another attendee. This guy plunged right in by asking me what I do [for a living]. (In many cultures, the leading question would be some version of “Where are you from?”, meaning “Who are your people?”, but in ours it has to do with occupation. All such questions are designed to position a stranger socially.)

I said I was a university professor, and, without waiting to identify himself occupationally, he said

Artists and scholars are parasites on the body politic. [call this State Suckers, SS for short]

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Giggly banana couches and the buffoonish Oscar Mayer Wienermobile

January 28, 2025

The news for (symbolic) penises, following up on my previous posting about the years of the dragon and the snake in the Chinese zodiac (which ends with a promise of giggly banana couches and the buffoonish Oscar Mayer Wienermobile, a promise hereby fulfilled). It begins with a 1/18/25 posting on the Art Facebook page, with no source cited: a posting of a banana couch, passed on by a friend, who suggested that it would make suitable furniture for the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile:


(#1) This sofa is one of a set of AI banana couches from Designideahub, which seems to provide AI-generated design ideas (“your one-stop place for art, creativity, AI, design and product inspiration”)

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Dragon welcomes snake

January 28, 2025

🐍 🐍 🐍 three snakes to welcome the new year in the lunar calendar and the year of the snake in the Chinese zodiac; today is the last day of a dragon year (I am a dragon), and tomorrow begins a snake year

As usual, there are many graphics for the new year, showing a variety of approaches to the theme, most of them in Chinese red (a color associated with the Chinese nation, the sun, and good luck; it has nothing to do with communism, where the symbolic value of red comes from the Red army (the victors) versus the White army in the Russian civil war of 1917-23). One graphic I like:


Graphic from Bridgetown Bites (a Portland OR food news outlet)

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Arbeit macht frei

January 27, 2025

International Holocaust Memorial Day today: 80 yrs. since the liberation of the Auschwitz-Birkenau camp (worin Arbeit wird freimachen) by Soviet soldiers. That was in January 1945; in April of that year, the British liberated Buchenwald, and Life magazine soon thereafter published a story accompanied by this photo by Margaret Bourke-White, the story and photo that thrust upon me, at the age of 4½, the knowledge of evil, and with it, the understanding that such evil could fall upon me, that something like this could happen to me (and I can’t go back to that moment without weeping hot tears):


“Behind the Picture: The Liberation of Buchenwald, April 1945” (photo: Margaret Bourke-White / Life Picture Collection / Shutterstock)

Yes, I could read enough of the story to understand the horror of the concentration camps; I learned to read when I was 3, and when I entered the first grade in September 1946 (having just reached the age of 6) I was reading at the 5th grade level. But I had a lot to learn about the ways of the world, and the Holocaust was a bitter lesson; how could anyone do such things?

My parents didn’t attempt to shield me from the knowledge — their general principle was that it was better to know things than to fall into harm through ignorance or to fantasize even more monstrous worlds. They held me and kissed me and promised to protect me and assured me that this particular evil had passed. And they let me talk through my fears. All of which was indeed calming.

Soon I was giving up some of my little allowance, and collecting bits of money any way I could, to send small amounts to a charity for starving children in China and one for child victims in Armenia.

My parents were not churchgoers, and I don’t think either of them ever quoted scripture, but they got me a KJV Bible as a birthday present, and in it I found many things, most strikingly for this day’s occasion, the words of Jesus in Matthew 25:40:

Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

And I tried to take that to heart.

As for the photo, as Life said, about some other war photos:

Dead men will have indeed died in vain if live men refuse to look at them

Look at them.

Luminous birthdays

January 26, 2025

First the depths of bleak mid-winter, in the third week of January, then a string of luminous birthdays in the last week, to bring the promise of a rising spring.

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The fox plays in many memes

January 22, 2025

A Mark Thompson cartoon in the 1/20/25 issue of the New Yorker offers a foxy goulash of cultural forms: cartoon memes, joke forms, story formats, and conversational routines:


(#1) The Dog in Bar cartoon meme (with a fox instead of a dog), the Walk Into Bar joke form (a fox walks into a bar,…), the Fox Eludes Hound(s) story format, and the Tell Them I’m Not Here conversational routine

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The beefcakemeister

January 21, 2025

(all about an artist who celebrates male genitals and men sharing theirs with one another for fun and pleasure, whose work I will be discussing in street language, so this posting is totally not for kids or the sexually modest — though to satisfy WordPress’s strictures, there are, alas, no genitals displayed for open view)

The artist is the beefcakemeister Kent Neffendorf, who came to me this morning in this painting on Pinterest:

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Adpositions and case inflections, from 1988

January 20, 2025

There was this paper of mine (“Jottings on Adpositions, Case Inflections, Government, and Agreement”), originally from 1988 but not properly published until 1992 (in The Joy of Grammar: A festschrift in Honor of James D. McCawley), that I wanted to quote from in an on-line discussion a week ago, only to discover that after the great dispersal of almost all my books and files some years back, I had no trace left of the thing, no copy of any kind (this sort of thing keeps happening to me). I couldn’t find a way to get a copy on-line, but in a stroke of luck it turned that Benjamins was selling off its remaining stock of the paperback edition of Joy at a price I could actually afford, so I bought their last copy and had it mailed to me next day delivery. This morning I created jpegs of all 15 pages (369 through 384); the quotation I need is on the first page, but now I can add this posting of all 15 pages to the little set of publications of mine available on-line.

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Zippy’s dark art

January 19, 2025

In today’s Zippy strip, our zany, happy-go-lucky Pinhead finds himself drawn to dark imagery in art: in the wartime horrors of Picasso’s Guernica, in the monster within Albright’s Dorian Gray:


(#1) The Albright is especially unsettling for Zippy; what if his goofy exterior is only a mask for such a monstrous being within him? (Am I a monster?)

These musings on dark art follow immediately on Zippy’s anxiety yesterday, in my posting “Tell a joke, go to jail”, in which

Z confronts a pair of clay wraiths, lifeless in body and dead in soul, and tries desperately to interject fun …  into the conversation; to counterpose silliness, play, and sheer joy against the dead weight of the world’s pain, suffering, and injustice; to plead for humanity over humorlessness; to advocate for delight, even in the smallest everyday things

A few notes on the two paintings, then a quick view of the ideas that made the Albright so disturbing to Zippy.

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