Wordplay, how it sounds or what it means

Being married to a woman from Eastern Kentucky and living in the States on and off for 25 years or so, has given rise to innumerable etymological misunderstandings, most of them humorous.

For example, considerable mirth derives from my pronunciation of porn and pawn which are indistinguishable from one another and are therefore homophones (words that are pronounced the same as another but differing in meaning, whether spelled the same way or not). I can barely tell the difference even when I look both up on http://www.dictionary.com/ and listen to their “official” US pronunciation.

The word that gave me the impetus to write this blog entry is charnel and, as importantly, its pronunciation. It is used by Sharon’s family to mean “smells awful” and the dictionary definition is even more yucky: “gruesomely indicative of death or the dead; a charnel smell came from the chest filled with dead men's bones, the sepulchral darkness of the catacombs". Their pronunciation is more like ch’earn and seems to bear little resemblance to its spelling. Thanks to Tom Hall for helping me identify the word.

Early on in our relationship, I learned of Sharon’s Uncle Horace and Aunt Iris tho’ I never met either. However it took me a while to figure out who they were as the Appalachian pronunciations are Uncle Harse and Aunt Arse. The latter would be oh-so-rude in British English.

Talking about a brolly was bad enough but once in a while I used the synonym gamp. Of course they both mean umbrella but I had to admit that the latter would be seldom used in England these days and then only be the older generation and I guess that now includes me! And the original of the word is? Answer below.

When discussing a fellow bike rider some years ago, a group of us decided that he was unquestionably a misogynist. And then the question came up: what is the antonym and the opposite of misogynist? Answers below but with a caveat (thanks to Dave Berry for helping with this one).

Sharon and I argued about the word Calvary (the hill on which the crucifixion took place) and cavalry (soldiers mounted on horseback). She claimed that both words are interchangeable (synonyms) in American English. I argued that they were totally distinct and separate words. The words are often confused in spelling and/or pronunciation. What is the noun that would describe this? Answer below. More importantly, I have to confess that, at the time, we did find an online dictionary that supported her claim. However, more recently, both http://www.dictionary.com/ and http://www.merriam-webster.com/ would put me firmly in the right and I now revert to my original position.

When I was growing up, there was a group of lads (and some grown men but rarely lasses) who, usually on Saturday mornings, pursued the unfathomable passion of train spotting. These individuals typically wore anoraks, a parka-like outer garment. The word anorak then came to mean someone who pursues such an interest to an extent that was incomprehensible to most of the rest of humanity. And I have to confess that the description has been applied to me on two separate occasions; once regarding my infatuation for genealogy and the other for all things-cycling. No doubt somebody will say that this blog entry is pretty anorak in of itself.

Answers:

1) Antonym of misogynist = misandrist (hater of men). Actually is this not a gender-equivalent rather than an antonym? Is there a word for such a gender-equivalent?
2) Opposite of misogynist = philogynist (lover of women)
3) Origin of gamp = after the umbrella of Mrs. Sarah Gamp in Dickens' Martin Chuzzlewit .
4) The mistaken transposition of sounds or syllables = metathesis.

Obama 2008

In 1961, John F. Kennedy inspired the American people to put a man on the moon by the end of the decade. Thereafter, if any employee at NASA was asked what their job was, the answer was easy …. “I am putting a man on the moon”. And so it was with the campaigning effort, the goal was crystal clear and equally brief: to put Obama in the White House.

Our small contribution with the canvassing trip to Green County in the battleground state of Missouri was an equally inspirational experience. Our 45-person bus group was perhaps the most diverse we have been involved with since Sharon & I returned to the States almost ten years ago. Diverse by gender, race, age and country of origin. Diverse, that is, in all ways other than politically. And I have to say that I think a majority seemed to be from backgrounds in education, social work, the arts and philanthropy.

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The five-day commitment and the 13-hour bus rides each way were worth it, even though it appears that Missouri will be eventually lost by the very narrowest of margins. Talking about the energy of a group is admittedly a well-worn cliché but that was the reality. The group seemed tireless except, perhaps on the return trip but even then the adrenalin ran high. We had boarded the bus on Friday as strangers and disembarked on Wednesday as friends.

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We were all distributed with host families around Springfield. Our gracious hosts, Doug and Barbara, were so generous and we are grateful to them. They have a wonderful house .......

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......... and are clearly Halloween aficionados ............

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I think that all of us had similar experiences with the warmth and hospitality of our new Springfield friends who opened up their houses to strangers.

And then there was the huge added bonus ….. Obama was to attend a rally on Saturday night and we were invited to the volunteer enclosure so we were three rows away from the podium.

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Sharon and I had seen them both twice before in San Antonio but that in no way diminished the excitement of another rally so close to polling day.

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The canvassing itself provided us with a curious vignette on far-right evangelical communities in the mid-West. Most were in extreme McCain country and it was sometimes rather unnerving to be wandering around some very conservative areas wearing Democratic attire and bedecked with multiple Obama pins.

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Our job was no longer conveying The Message but rather simply “getting out the vote” ….. ensuring that both committed and Democratic-leaning registered voters were planning to be there on Tuesday 4th. Missouri is not a state that offers early voting and so it all came down to that one day. The local campaign headquarters had done a good job of providing us with databases that identified the likely Obama voters but the data were inevitably not perfect and there were instances where we unknowingly approached hard-line Republicans, asking them for support.

In these cases the response was undoubtedly very cool but generally not outwardly hostile. In other situations I was rather glad to be leaving the property. One volunteer was branded as a Satanist, Sharon was virtually accused of being a baby-killer and in another instance I was I was told to get the hell back to Chicago, Obama’s home state. Usually, however, the response we got from the people on our list was positive and in some instances quite ecstatic. It rather blew their minds that we had come all the way from Texas to do this.

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On occasions, the only resident of a household on our database was a young person, usually late teens or early twenties, the implication clearly being that his or her parents were McCain supporters. In all these situations, it was a parent that answered the door and in no case was I allowed to talk to the young Democratic voter. This also happened with a few redneck husbands who made it quite clear that their wives were “unavailable”. In one sad instance, an 86 year-old woman was clearly being browbeaten by her family and I am convinced by the look in her eyes that she would have welcomed an opportunity to talk to me. She did not get a chance and I wonder if she was able to even get to a polling station on Election Day. I doubt it.

Election day evening found us at the Clarion Hotel watching events unfold on the three huge screens.

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The celebration became inevitably rather wild and all were pretty giddy when it became clear that Obama was indeed President-Elect.

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Sharon and I were somewhat restrained in that we were in bed before 1 am. I suspect that some of our group barely made it to bed that night, if at all.

In Texas, Obama won Bexar (San Antonio; 52%), Travis (Austin; 64%), Dallas (58%), Harris (Houston; 51%), El Paso (66%) and Presidido (The Valley, 71%). So we can surely, before too long .....

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My global experiences that lead up to Election 08

In the late 1960s, at the start of my international career, I was posted to the Trucial States as they began the process of transition to become the United Arab Emirates under the leadership of Sheikh Zayed bin Sultan Al Nahyan.

I was subsequently posted to Nigeria after the end of the Biafran war of independence in 1970 which resulted in the downfall of General Chukwuemeka Odumegwu Ojukwu.

A decade later, in 1981, I was living in Egypt when President Muhammad Anwar Al Sadat was assassinated and Muhammad Hosni Mubarak took his place.

In Somalia, while Sharon and I were living there, the civil war broke out in 1989 that lead to the exile of President Mohamed Siad Barre and the collapse into the anarchy that prevails to this day.

In China, the doyen Deng Xiaoping died and the rise of the next generation of leaders was assured without one vote by the people being cast. We were there.

Finally, in Nigeria in 1998, we witnessed the transition of power back to a civilian government following the mysterious death of General Sani Abacha, said by the British High Commissioner, perhaps only partly in jest, to be from an overdose of Viagra.

In June 2007 I became eligible to vote in the United States presidential election and the other day I exercised that right. Hopefully I shall bear witness to another government change but this time through a democratic process.

And on Friday, Sharon and I will be bussed to Springfield, Missouri for five days to campaign in one of the five remaining swing states. Ten-hour overnight bus journeys and days of pounding the sidewalks will certainly not be any picnic but we can consider ourselves truly part of this democratic process and, perhaps, privileged to be a small part of history in the making.

Watch this space to see how we get on !!!!

p.s. ……. given that my presence in particular countries has coincided with the demise of no less than four heads of state, I am surprised that the CIA did not manipulate my being sent to North Korea, Libya or Cuba.

An Oxford Perambulation

Having family living in Oxford certainly creates many opportunities for cultural trips. Cultural in the broadest sense of the word. Inevitably, the traditional tourist Oxford is very much a “picture book” town, focusing on the Colleges and the like:

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But there are many other modest corners and back-alleys that are every bit as magical:

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One of Oxford’s many famous residents was the Oxford Dodo or at least bits of him. Until recently, the most intact remains (but that does not say much) currently on display were at the Oxford University Museum of Natural History. This is a repro. of same:

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The last Dodo died in the late 1600s, about a century after the species' discovery. Coincidentally, the remains of the last stuffed bird had been kept in Oxford’s Ashmolean Museum but in the mid-18th century, the specimen had entirely decayed and was ordered to be discarded by the museum's curator around 1755. Bummer.

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Another’s of Oxford’s famous sons was Lewis Carroll and the two came together in “Alice”. Evidence now suggests that his relationship with Alice Lidell was not entirely founded in innocent pursuits. Another hero bites the dust.

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The 1860 Oxford evolution debate took place at this same University Museum after the publication of Darwin’s “On the Origin of Species”. The debate is best remembered for a heated exchange in which Bishop Samuel Wilberforce supposedly asked Thomas Huxley whether it was through his grandfather or his grandmother that he claimed his descent from a monkey. The debate is usually depicted as a clash between religion and science but the majority opinion has always been that the debate represented a major victory for the Darwinians. Eat your heart out, Sarah Palin.

An earlier creationist was The Very Rev. Dr William Buckland, a famous Oxford palaeontologist who was a proponent of Old Earth Creationism but then he also claimed to have eaten his way through the animal kingdom (new word: zoophagy = feeding on animals or animal matter) including stewed badger, worm fritters, moles, bluebottles and mice fried in batter. The culmination of his bizarre pursuit of knowledge was when he gobbled up the heart of King Louis XIV of France. I always knew that geologists were eccentric but really ...............

And while on the subject of museums, the Ashmolean now has a “treasure room” where all the highlights from the museum are collected together. It rather becomes the equivalent of the “Idiots’ Guide to Ancient Culture” but the contents of the gallery are indeed magnificent. My favourite is the Alfred Jewel, which is a small Anglo-Saxon ornament dating from the late 9th century and first “discovered” in 1693. It was made in the reign of King Alfred the Great and is inscribed "AELFRED MEC HEHT GEWYRCAN” = "Alfred ordered me made". Beautiful.

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My lunchtime pint today (Greene King IPA) was at “The Turf” Oxford's oldest pub dating from the 13th century and not that easy to find being tucked away down an narrow, twisting alley.

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More importantly, “The Turf” was at on time frequented by one of Sharon’s many heartthrobs, Inspector Morse and, perhaps less auspiciously, by Bill Clinton in his Oxford days.

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Perhaps more famous than Morse today is yet another Oxford celebrity, the ubiquitous Harry P.

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A pub with a much older heritage, the former New Inn built in 1389 on the Cornmarket, is now ignominiously used as a retail outlet for sushi wraps on one side and cell phones on the other. A sad outcome but better then demolition:

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By Oxford standards, the 1300s is not really that old. After all, the tower of St. Michael at Northgate was built around 1040 AD which makes it only about 1000 years old.

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The Covered Market is far more touristy than it used to be but still does an Ace Job with its specialty food shops. Maybe meat pies:

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Or English cheeses:

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Or a custom birthday cake, this one depicting George and the Dragon. No longer Saint George thanks to the peevishness of the Vatican:

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Given the 20,000 students at Oxford University, its not surprising to see the hundred’s of bikes all over the city:

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But because of a remarkable dearth of bike racks, street railings have to become surrogate racks. In this case, I assume the bikes are being watched over by the ghosts of cyclists long dead:

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In spite of the many unfriendly signs around:

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But its good to know that the eccentrics of Oxford still give the Literary Giants a run for their money. It’s amazing what people eventually get accustomed to. Locals living in Headington, a quiet suburb on the eastern edge of the town, don’t seem to notice the 25 foot fibreglass shark embedded in the roof of an otherwise undistinguished terraced house. It was lowered into position by crane in 1986, immediately swam into a wave of controversy but has survived countless protests and lawsuits ever since.

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An Austin Retrospective

So now we have been in Austin for two months ….. perhaps a modest retrospective is in order.

Austin never had a building boom that resulted in such massive demolition as was witnessed in Houston. Thus one can still see fine old mansions such as the Bremond House (1886):

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Or the Greek Revival Neill-Cochran House (1855), designed by the same entrepreneur who built the Governor’s Mansion, recently the target of a presumably-deranged arsonist:

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The oldest building still extant is the 1841 French Legation, established as a diplomatic base when Texas was still an independent republic:

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This view from the Legation to the State Capitol is “legally protected”; though I would think that enforcement is somewhat problematic:

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On a more modest scale, it’s remarkable that the Haskell House (circa 1875) house has survived, built by former Pease plantation slave Peter Tucker and lived in by his descendents till the 1970s. It is the last home in the Clarksville neighbourhood built in this style, with its two front doors:

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The downtown is undoubtedly impressive for its old buildings but not for its new creations except, perhaps, for the ethereal Frost Bank Tower, the first high-rise building to be constructed in the U.S. after the 9/11 attacks.

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Other odd links to the past that have survived include the 600 year old Treaty Oak, now a shadow of its former self after the tree was deliberately poisoned with a powerful herbicide in 1989:

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Although arborists expected the tree to die, the Oak survived but almost two-thirds of the tree was destroyed and more than half of its crown had to be pruned.

When driving around inner suburbs of Austin, you can just stumble across upon other remarkable survivors such as the 1840s Moore-Hancock farmstead:

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And no one has yet bothered to tear up all the streetcar tracks.

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They were put in between 1891 and 1910 as part of the Austin Street Railway system. Between 1910-1919 the tracks then became part of a terminus of the Houston and Texas Central Railroad. All of the other streetcar tracks were removed in the 1940s when the city went to an all-bus system.

Of course, the name Lance Armstrong has become rather synonymous with Austin tho’ it was his water bill that recently captured the news. 222,900 gallons of water consumed at his house in one month at a cost of $1,630. How green is that? But in any case, I suppose the colour normally associated with him is yellow. This is a room in his house (the only pic on this posting not taken by me):

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And of course he now has an Austin bike shop:

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The store’s name is a play on words using the name of the yellow jersey worn in the Tour de France, the Maillot Jaune.

Not all cycling-related issues are as trivial. This memorial is on 6th Street:

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The Ghost Bike phenomenon has its origins in St Louis in 2003 where a man saw an SUV hit a woman in a cycle lane. Later he placed a white bike at the scene with a notice saying: 'Cyclist struck here.' Passing it each day, he was impressed by the effect his installation seemed to have on drivers; they were slowing down, taking notice. Now the Ghost Bike campaign of memorializing has surfaced in more than 50 cities around the world.

Austin is a center for the environmentally-conscious and self-sufficiency as witnessed by this huge and quite delightful public garden (“allotments” in England):

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Less environmentally sensitive perhaps, is the Austinite’s propensity for coffee houses though it admittedly does produce some uncommonly good cappuccino, a very rare phenomenon in the U.S. and a welcome change from the frothy garbage produced by that well known company from the Pacific Northwest.

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Even the grand newer houses maintain the eclectic nature of the City, whether it be monastery-like castles in the Hill Country:

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With its mandatory view of the downtown:

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Or one on, or actually in, Town Lake:

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Austin’s physical setting is gorgeous with the hills and the river, aka lake:

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Though the steep canyons result in only a few roads that cross them and consequently gridlock on those that do.

We currently lead a quiet life without too much melodrama. However, the other night we were out in the pub and could not take the direct route home due to city police street cordons. It turned out the reason was a significant fire in a condo/duplex.

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Why is this of interest you might ask? Because this was on our final short-list of places to rent. Torched !!!!

Much of the youthful culture of the city mirrors that of The University of Texas and its more than 48,000 students. The 307 ft Tower is seen from miles around. Sadly, for the older generation is it also a reminder of the day in 1966 when Charles Whitman fired from the top for 96 minutes, killing fourteen people and injuring dozens more. The Tower afforded Whitman an unassailable vantage point from which he could select and dispatch his unfortunate victims.

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But rather than end on such a sad note, let’s remember that most today with two legs or four just love this city and everything it has to offer.

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