Monthly Archives: April 2009

Snarky McSnarkleman

Yesterday, a friend and I snarked at each other on the phone. Then we apologized and all was well.

Notice that the word “snark” is only one letter away from “snarl.” I think that’s by design. But where did the word “snark” come from? You might think it’s a catchphrase invented by Kool Kids (or as Bando would say, the “tragically hip”) who operate heavily sponsored entertainment blog sites. Well, not so fast there, Speedy.

  • The Hunting of the Snark was a nonsensical poem written by Lewis Carroll — in 1874.
  • Math fun: a snark is a “graph in which every vertex has three neighbors, and the edges cannot be colored by three colors without two edges of the same color meeting at a point.” Riiiight. Point being — the study of snarks was begun in 1880 by some geometry Poindexter named Peter Tait.
  • The SM-62 Snark Rocket was a cruise missile with a nuclear warhead, used by the US Strategic Air Command from 1958 until 1961.
  • Novelist Jack London wrote The Cruise of the Snark, about a houseboat he lived on from 1906-1908. (He actually stole the name from Lewis Carroll.)

So there’s a snarky lesson for you. I like “snark,” because it’s a noun, a verb, an adjective. Multi-purpose, the way language should be.

Here is some snark. And here. (Does anyone else remember GeoCities and Tripod? I had sites on both.) Truly though, the real snarkiness is in the comments that follow. Some made me laff out loud, like the guy who referred to GeoCities as a “leper colony for the worst websites ever made.” HA. But the comments that blow the needle off the snark scale are the ones that attack the writer. Yikes. But hey, if the fluffy pink house slipper fits…

Now go have yourself a day.

FO

Free Trojan Association

No, I’m not giving away warriors or infectious computer programs or, um…those other things. :-)

And no, I’m not writing a post about the Association of Free Trojans — if there actually is an Association of Free Trojans. Rather, I’ve deliberately misplaced the modifier to confuse you. Kidding again. I just have stuff to say about the word “trojan.”

Last night, while reading/researching, I ran into the word no fewer than three times. This, I surmised, was a sign: time to free-associate about trojans. [OK, I’m not *really* free-associating, but…you know.]

You hear the word “trojan” a lot; many times in connection with computer issues. There are three definitions one must keep separate in the virus/trojan/worm game, however (squeaky-clean, freshly-manicured Mac users, you can skip this section, although the Mighty Blue Apple has been known to get the occasional worm):

  • Virus: something your computer catches from an infected source, like media (CDs, portable drives, files).
  • Worm: a kind of virus spread mostly via networks.
  • Trojan: a bad piece of programming masquerading as something else

There are lots of schools that feature a Trojan warrior as their mascot. My school does. But I wonder how many people, when they think of a Trojan, first think about how the citizens of Troy got their collective butts kicked via the ultimate humiliation of the Trojan horse joke.

I would imagine a person’s first thought upon learning of the ruse dreamed up by Odysseus would be, What a buncha wankers. Well, if the knee-high strappy sandal fits…

They really bought it, lock and stock. Amazing. Different culture then, though. And really, how do we know Virgil didn’t make it all up? But still, I have to wonder when I see athletic teams called “Trojans” — why did they choose that mascot? I’m sure there were brave and powerful Trojan soldiers. But that’s not really their claim to fame.

Thus ends my Trojan association, but not my fondness for all things old. Take today, for instance. Tis a special day indeed. Behold the email I received from my fiend PK:

Hail, Mistress well met! I would remind thee that Thursday bringeth Talk Like Shakespeare day withal, to honor his birthday revels. Mayhaps it behooveth thee to visit yon web site:
~
Well, mayhap I will.
~
Finkus outus.

Various & Sundry XIII

  1. Well, now that this is over with, whatever will we do for entertainment?
  2. Amusing, but you know, really true. (Like I’d know…)
  3. You rarely see Slovenia in the news. By the way — Kay is home, and we visited on Tuesday. Life is good.

This is a place I would like to visit.

This is a place I would like to visit.

This is not.

Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe

(Supposedly, there is a rock wall that keeps people from sliding off into a 360-foot freefall. Nice.)

I prefer the dry ground, thanks all the same.

Fink, scaredy cat

Me likey.

I like stuff. And I think it’s good to make lists of the things you like (OK, it’s fun to make lists of things you hate, but let’s look on the bright side of life today, shall we?).

(More)Things That Make Me Happy (in random order)

  1. Marshmallows. Fluffy, yummy goodness. They’re among my favorite candies to eat. And shoot. (Now about that launcher…)
  2. Palindromes. Cool ones, like Do geese see God? and Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas!
  3. When someone posts a comment on RtB.
  4. In-tune singing. Can’t be overrated.
  5. Cherry pie filling. The no-sugar-added kind, right out the can.
  6. Fluff. Mixed with #5. Awwwww maaaaan….dass beautiful.
  7. When Jakey comes to visit.
  8. A good book on a cold night under a warm blanket.
  9. Musical theater. Most of the time.
  10. Hearing Lars laugh.
  11. Going to breakfast with good fiends, and….
  12. Reconnecting with old ones.

I wish I could add “getting ready for school” to the list today, but alas. And it’s not the going to school part. It’s the getting ready part. It simply takes too much effort to get this face prepared for safe viewing by the general public.

Oy.

Oh, for tuna

Yeah, I hear a collective groan and forehead slap from all the muzik geeks. Heh, sorry…

I’ve been to a couple Cleveland Cavaliers games, and watched a bunch of them on TV — like yesterday, when they smoked the Pistons. Just before the action starts, the arena speakers blast out a positively deafening refrain, getting the crowd ready to rumble. But it’s not Zeppelin or Jay-Z or Aerosmith or Queen — rather, they play something written in 1936 by Carl Orff.

So yeah. Carl Orff. A “classical” musician, born in Germany in 1895. He is best remembered — even by those who have no clue it’s his work — for the secular cantata, Carmina Burana, based on 13th century poetry (which was pretty bawdy and profane, and therefore just a bit controversial). I giggle every time I hear it at an athletic event or in a movie, because it’s cool that a long-hair gets his due on the basketball court or the cinema soundtrack.

[I own the Robert Shaw/Atlanta Symphony version from 1990, which I think is the all-time best, if you ever want to borrow it.]

The Knot-Sees really dug it, too, back in the 30s. While completely a 20th-century composition, its medieval-period text is alarming and provocative. The piece is chock full o’ hedonism, from earthy references to women and sex, to knee-slapping drinking songs that accuse everyone from kids to the archbishop of tying one on. Truthfully, you ain’t lived till you’ve seen and heard 80 men sing “In Taberna” (In the Tavern).

Having sung Carmina twice in my career (it is great fun, but a huge, demanding work, especially for the soloists), the now-familiar opening always brings back fond memories for me. Often referred to as simply “O Fortuna,” its title is actually Fortuna, imperatrix mundi (Fortune, Empress of the World), with “Fortuna” depicted as the mystical female creature who controls the Wheel of Fortune, and thus, the fate of humankind. Certainly you’ve heard it. Bet you have. It’s the most ripped-off/flattered piece of “classical” music in history, with the possible exception of the first four notes of Symphony #5 by Beethoven, or maybe the 3rd movement of Chopin’s Piano Sonata #2 (the “Funeral March” theme).

Anyhow, if you’re not sure, here it is. But save for its apocryphal and pagan sound, it really doesn’t have much to do with victory, or domination over one’s opponent/oppressor. On the contrary, the translation reveals quite the dismal picture. You can follow along with the text below, if you like (the entire work can be found here):

But hey. That can just be our secret.

Have a dandy Sunday. Today I get to meet Bando at Panera for brekky. Yummy.

FO