Monday, September 13, 2010

Strapping children

I was ticking myself off for using such a tired old cliché as 'strapping sons' when I paused to wonder if anybody still uses it nowadays – in which case it is more of an archaism than a cliché. And what does it mean anyway?

Imagine my surprise when I turned to the OED to find ‘Originally of a young woman: Full of activity, vigorous, lusty (obs.). Now of a person of either sex: Strongly and stoutly built, robust, sturdy.’

A quick Google showed that ‘strapping son(s)’ is still in common enough use (about 10,000 results).

A ‘strapping girl’ however produces many times more – about 80,000 – all of which seem to be of a kind that is unsuitable for an elderly lady to look at.

But 'strapping young woman' - about 90,000 results - seems respectable enough.

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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Strange remedies

A diary item informs us that the injuries of some very famous & valuable footballers have been subjected to some rum sounding treatments – such as calf’s blood or blood from crow’s feet. In the latter case it is not made clear whether the owners of the feet are birds or human kind.

But strange substances with therapeutic effects are not unknown in the world of Big Pharma, so patients with ordinary NHS prescriptions may (often unwittingly) be taking some rum products too.

One of the best known versions of HRT comes from the urine of pregnant Canadian mares; one of the drugs used to stimulate fertility comes (or used to) from the urine of post-menopausal Italian nuns.

So there.

If only we could cheer autumn

Hopkins sumptuous, sensuous, overwrought language seems more appropriate to the autumn which is now upon us than does Keats languid mists and mellow fruitfulness. It is depressing, but seems as if we are in for a repeat of last year’s gusts & unpredictable downpours.


Hurrahing in the Harvest

Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise
Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour
Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier
Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?

I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes,
Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour;
And, eyes, heart, what looks, what lips yet gave you a
Rapturous love's greeting of realer, of rounder replies?

And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder
Majestic — as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet! —
These things, these things were here and but the beholder
Wanting; which two when they once meet,
The heart rears wings bold and bolder
And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.

Gerard Manley Hopkins

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Get the grey cells moving

Just what I need for an autumn break:



The categorical flow of information in quantum physics and linguistics

Train station

We don’t have railway stations in England anymore. We have train stations instead. They have made their appearance on the destination boards of the free (to all) buses which scoot round town.

A fact which makes some people very, very annoyed. My mother would turn in her grave to hear that St Pancras is now an International Train Station.

The Railway Hotel, not The Train Hotel, was a feature of every town.

In everyday conversation the railway station was often just called the station, but buses have stations too & when bus travel has become popular again there is a need, for the avoidance of doubt, to make it clear which station you mean.


You might think that we have always used the word train for the things which travel on the railways, but a glance at the OED would suggest not. The ‘train’ was just the ‘immense’ number of carriages behind the engine at the opening of the Stockton to Darlington railway in 1825. Nowadays I suspect you would get funny looks if you suggested that the engine was not part of the train, even if it were an old fashioned steam one. Imagine telling a small child that Thomas is not a train!

Nowadays we would usually say that we travelled by train, rather than rail, just as we specify the conveyance rather than the medium for road & air.

It used to be British Rail, now we have Virgin Trains who, of course, do not own the railway track.

But perhaps it was British Rail’s famous advertising slogan of the 1970s - Let the train take the strain – which started the rot.

International tourism may have played its part too – railway is a hard word for many non-English speakers to pronounce.
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Friday, September 10, 2010

Unreliable sources

Yet again the printed press failed to give us proper references to a scientific, statistical or official report, in a way that they would not dream of doing if they were talking about a newly published novel.

On Thursday (9 September) we had figures splashed about on the numbers of ‘families where no one works.’ – 4 million ‘according to the Office for National Statistics’ in something referred to simply as ‘the report.’

There was only one thing wrong – at least only one thing that I spotted in The Times graphic: the ‘Total number of UK households’ was given as 20.4 million, which is simply not the case; figures published earlier this year by the Department of Communities & Local Government for example put the total for England alone at 21.5 million households in 2006.

Fortunately the ONS website has become a lot easier to navigate recently & at least I was looking for something very up to date – it is still not so easy to find things which are not so currently in the news.

And so we find that ‘Estimates on the economic activity status of households are for only those households that includes at least one person aged 16 to 64’. The missing millions consist of households where all the adults are over 65.

If we were to include all those households that figure of 4 million households without a wage or salary coming in may even double – the number of over-65s who live on their own as single-person households is approaching 3 million just in England.

Thursday, September 09, 2010

Advantages of birth

The new Cameron girl has two names that augur well for her future.

Florence for the thoughtful, independent & determined Nightingale.

And Cameron which, according to American research, would help ensure her a successful career in the law, should she choose that profession.

Which is just as well, should go a long way to offsetting the perceived disadvantage of being an August baby, & one who was slightly premature to boot, destined to struggle at school, always the baby of the class.

Still, her daddy, a strapping October baby, entered the top academic class at his prep school almost two years early, so her genetic inheritance may well more than outweigh the supposed disadvantage of being a summer baby.


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Wednesday, September 08, 2010

BBC pay survey

The Radio 4 website is running an intriguing survey which asks what the respondent thinks that people in a variety of occupations actually earn, & what the respondent thinks they should earn. What particularly marks it out from any other that I (not a regular seeker out of on-line surveys) have seen is that you can then view the results immediately, expressed in some very simple but effective & easy to understand graphics. It is going to be interesting to hear the programme which discusses the results.

On a more nerdy note, I hope someone is taking regular snapshots of the histograms of the responses as they accumulate – it would be fascinating to see how they evolved as N got bigger. Do they tend towards the normal, or something else?

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

Blair reaction

Haldane had the perfect pocket cartoon reaction to the publication of the book by our dear last leader but one.

To Father reading a bedtime story from A Journey; small impatient son reacts with: Are we there yet?

Proper bread

A blurb for a television programme promised ‘proper bread’ – made with anchovies, chillies, walnut & apricots, maple syrup & pecans.

Real proper bread does not need to be so mucked about by show offs. It just needs to be light & firm enough to hold whatever deliciousness you feel like adding at the time of eating.



If only such a thing were possible these days


Monday, September 06, 2010

Elegant existential variation

Now Pakistan is balanced on an existential knife-edge, according to a recent Times leader.

At least it makes a change from an existential crisis.


Well I never!

Sam Coates of The Times had a list of 100 things you may not know about the first 100 days of the coalition government.

Among those that caught my eye:



The garden girls are being pruned – fewer are needed ‘for 4am help’ since Gordon Brown’s departure.

Banksy the graffiti artist is an old friend of Mrs Cameron from her days as an art student. Looks like a trend, what with the choice of a Ben Eine work as a gift for President Obama.

All four ministers at the Department for Energy & Climate Change are millionaires.

David Davis has suffered ‘gamekeepers wrist’, so named because the injury can be incurred by those who have strangled too many birds. Also known as skier’s thumb.

There are no Lib Dem ministers in the Departments for Culture, Environment, International Development, Wales or Northern Ireland.

Gordon Brown has not voted, spoken nor asked a single Question in Parliament since losing the premiership.


Sunday, September 05, 2010

Dial 111



We are to have a new ‘non-emergency’ number for getting help with our health – nice & easy to remember, it is 111.

Presumably in these digital electronic fibre optic days there is not much chance of this number being accidentally triggered – though one fears that it will be all too easy for anyone drunk, malicious or feeble minded to dial it just for a laugh or just because they can.

As children we were delighted by daddy’s explanation of why the number couldn’t be 111 – surely you could dial that more quickly than 999? Well yes, but it could also be set off very easily by the birds who were always resting on the lines, tapping away with their beaks. A lot of time would be wasted in false alarms.

When we were older teenagers there was a craze for making free phone calls from public telephone boxes – all you had to do was lift the receiver & tap out the number on the bar underneath it; this somehow bypassed the Press Button A charging mechanism. Our father warned us of the criminal record we would get if we tried it – all the engineers had to do was listen at the Exchange – the clicks were obviously not being made by a dial – AND as they would also know which phone box the sound was coming from, a police car would be round before we had even completed our call. We didn’t believe that bit, but we got the message. And in truth it wasn’t a very accurate dialling method, so all that those who tried it really achieved was a series of nuisance calls to bemused subscribers.

But isn’t it odd how people still talk about dialling a number – does anybody ever get to do this literally any more.

A question of definition

A definition, as it is normally used in modern science, must be read back to front, or from the right to the left: for it starts with the defining formula and asks for a short label to it.

Thus the scientific view of the definition "A puppy is a young dog" would be that it is an answer to the question "What shall we call a young dog?" rather than an answer to the question "What is a puppy?"

So said Karl Popper.

Some scientists seem to think that the question being posed is "What shall we call the Creator?" & their purpose just to define away the question.

Just as we can get rid of the problem of infinities by getting rid of zero.

Saturday, September 04, 2010

School rebellion

According to a report on Fridays Womans Hour, at least one school has banned the wearing of skirts (by girls) – trousers only allowed, because of the modern fad for rolling over the waistband to make the skirt indecently short.

And to think it is not much more than twenty years since the last action was taken under the Sex Discrimination Act to win little girls the right to wear trousers to school.

Friday, September 03, 2010

No highway

Radio 4 has just finished Neville Shute’s No Highway as their classic serial for Sunday afternoons. I was much more intrigued by this than I expected to be in this old fashioned work, although as a youngster I was a keen consumer of his novels.

It is indeed very much a work of its time (1948) but the issues tackled are not; in particular it addresses the conflict between predictions of disaster based on theory, (in this case metal fatigue, which seemed to many to be eerily far sighted when the cause of the Comet crashes of the 1950s was discovered) & the need for empirical evidence of real risk before taking the expensive remedies recommended as essential.

It covers the problem of the socially inept boffin who is singularly lacking in social skills or emotional intelligence – though he loved his wife who lost her life in a bombing raid & has a touching though neglectful relationship with his 12 year old daughter.

The boffin is also interested in the supernatural – something not completely unknown among reputable & distinguished scientists at the time.

Home & family are important - & most definitely woman’s place; the grown up women in the story are helpmeets, there to provide the comforts & emotional intelligence; interestingly the young daughter is allowed to exhibit some of the other kind of intelligence, though she also struggles over problems of dish mops, hot water & making cakes.

It comes across as odd – even unforgivable – to modern ears that the cause of the problem was covered up by the authorities – national prestige, among other things, was at stake. But in 1948 the idea that some things needed to be kept secret - Walls Have Ears; Keep Mum – probably seemed just a part of the natural order of things.


Picaninny

When considering questions of racism the problem of language comes up over & over again. What is acceptable changes over time, what may be well meant may cause outrage or give offence. When you are on the receiving end, or even just a participant in the conversation, it can be a problem to know whether or not to react, even gently or politely, in these circumstances.

There have been so many moving reminiscences recently from people who experienced racism as children in 1960s or 1970s Britain – recollected in what might be called the calmer waters of a C21st multicultural Britain - & middle age; I have read or heard those of Jackie Kay, Gary Younge, Zadie Smith, Baroness Scotland & Andrea Levy. These have inevitably perhaps prompted some of my own reminiscences as a member of a multicultural family.

For example there was the Sunday morning when we were staying at my parents & I had gone out to buy the Sunday papers at the local suburban shopping parade. As I came out of the shop with my two-year-old daughter a well-dressed grandfather was approaching, with his small grandson trailing along behind.

Oh come Tom, said the grandfather excitedly, come see the little piccaninny – isn’t she beautiful! Say hello!



What’s not to like about that? But, as the OED says, Now considered offensive when used by a white person of a black child - it seems to convey something between condescension & contempt.

The word appears to stem ultimately from the Portuguese pequenino, meaning very small, tiny. It is in widespread use in many areas of the world, & the OED lists over 50 variants. Far from being offensive, in circumstances other than the one proscribed, it demonstrates great affection.

In my particular experience I think I was offended by the implication that my daughter was some kind of rare specimen, something to be gawped at in a zoo. And, in the case of English English, the pronunciation grates; in other countries I have known it is pronounced much more like pik'nee, with a falling intonation & equal weight on the syllables. Drawing it out into a drawled Pick-A-Ninny puts the emphasis on the ninny, with its connotations of simpleton or fool – a very red rag in the debate over race & IQ!

Things got even more interesting when I checked up on ninny however. In its sense of simpleton the OED has it as 'etymology uncertain', perhaps from innocent. But two other separate meanings of the word are listed.

Just two C17th quotations illustrate its obsolete & rare occurrence as a word meaning simply a child, presumed to come from the Spanish niño.

The third meaning - female breast, or breast milk - is described as chiefly U.S. regional (chiefly south.) slang. We are invited to compare it with the French néné.

So, whatever you make of the word ninny, its associations all seem to stem from the natural innocence & charm of baby- or childhood.

Still doesn't make me look much more fondly on the incident however.

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Thursday, September 02, 2010

Female Baddies

Wednesday’s Womans Hour carried an item about Female Baddies on film & tv. I was intrigued to hear that part way through the discussants – Jenni Murray, Karen Krizanovich & Dr Helen Hanson – slipped into using the word ‘evil’ to describe these women, but then seemed to shy away from that & went back to calling them simply bad – just as the OED noticed!

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Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Doing harm

Is M*** B*** the most evil woman in Britain yelped the question in one tabloid headline. There have been campaigns of vilification of the woman on social networks, threats have been made against her life, the police have offered protection.

The woman, for reasons unknown, dumped a live cat (not her own) in a wheelie bin then walked away & left it there.

The cat survived to be rescued fifteen hours later. Probably did not even have to use up one of its nine lives.

Well it is the silly season & we all know that the tabloids like to have their bit of fun (don’t take everything so seriously, you old sourpuss) & the people issuing threats would probably be amazed (most of them) at the idea that we might think they would ever get round to actually carrying them out.

In the same week the papers reported the case of a woman who, with her husband, had allowed their two adopted daughters to be abused by paedophiles because one of the men had helped with money for a car.

Actually though, I’m not sure that evil is the right word for her either.

Curiously, the OED says that in modern colloquial English it is little used as an adjective, ‘such currency as it has being due to literary influence’ & has mostly been superseded by bad, although in Old English it was ‘the most comprehensive adjectival expression of disapproval, dislike, or disparagement’. A swift glance at their date charts show virtually no uses quoted since 1900 – until a DRAFT ADDITION JANUARY 2005 quoting President Reagan’s use of ‘Evil Empire’.

I am going to have to ponder this one.


Seven days in The Crezz

We are to be treated to a new reality show based in Notting Hill. The Times headline on the announcement read First the film, now Notting Hill the soap opera.

But the film was not the first, & this is not the first Notting Hill soap opera. That honour goes to The Crezz, a Coronation Street for the middle class southerner, filmed in Elgin Crescent during the long hot summer of 1976.

It was appallingly awful, despite a distinguished cast. So that’s why media types prefer to forget about it.