Part of what makes Orange Crate Art exciting for me is the chance to share what I learn and to learn, in turn, from readers. Manicule? Who knew? George and Lesle's comments on that post point to further beautiful curiosities in the language of type: dingbat, pilcrow.
Something I just learned: the meaning of bafangool, via a piece in the New Yorker on Beppe Grillo, a comedian fighting political corruption in Italy. Reading about the word vaffanculo, I realized that here was the word I heard kids saying in Brooklynese Italian forty years or so ago: Bafangool! I never knew what it meant, only that it was "bad."
As you may know or suspect, this post has come to focus on an Italian curse. Click at your own risk:
Beppe's Inferno (New Yorker)
Bafangool (WordReference.com)
Vaffanculo (WordReference.com)
Va Fangul! . . . And Have a Nice Day (Time)
And one more, risk-free:
You Say Prosciutto, I Say Pro-SHOOT (New York Times)
Monday, February 11, 2008
Bafangool!
By Michael Leddy at 6:42 AM comments: 0
Saturday, February 9, 2008
"I ain't talkin' Greek"
I just taught Langston Hughes' "The Cat and the Saxophone (2 A.M.)," a poem that incorporates the first lines of Jack Palmer and Spencer Williams' 1924 song "Everybody Loves My Baby (But My Baby Don't Love Nobody But Me)." And now I'm wondering about these lines from the song (which don't appear in the poem):
She's got a form like Venus, honest,I don't know about the lady's form, but it's true that the singer ain't talkin' (or singin') Greek. If he were, he'd be speaking of mighty Ἀφροδίτη (Aphrodite). Venus of course is her Roman equivalent.
I ain't talkin' Greek.
But is there a Greco-Roman joke there that the listener is meant to get? That indeed, the singer ain't talkin' Greek, because the name he invokes is Roman? Or is the lyric just a bit careless, the point being that the lady is beautiful, like a goddess? (Greek goddess? Roman goddess? Who cares!)
Wit or a mistake: it'd be nice to have a name for this kind of uncertainty. I began thinking about it when I saw a T-shirt with the name Helvetica printed in a serif font. That was wit, not a mistake. I also thought about it in relation to a T-shirt that alters the standard sequence of Beatle first names. I'm still not sure about that one.
If your computer can play RealPlayer files, you can forget about all these questions by listening to "Everybody Loves My Baby" right now, by Fats Waller and His Rhythm (John Hamilton, trumpet; Gene Sedric, clarinet; Al Casey, guitar; Cedric Wallace, bass; Slick Jones, drums), from November 6, 1940:
Everybody Loves My Baby (Jazz Old Time on line)
By Michael Leddy at 11:57 AM comments: 4
Friday, February 8, 2008
A sentence beginning with "My mom"
Re: Chelsea Clinton, from today's New York Daily News:
"She's the only person in the world who can start a sentence about Hillary Clinton with 'my mom,' . . . said Philippe Reines, a Clinton aide who travels with Chelsea Clinton.Not so: My mom voted for Barack Obama, not Hillary Clinton. My dad too.
(Hi Mom and Dad!)
By Michael Leddy at 11:43 AM comments: 0
Jesús Malverde
Not from The Onion, news of an unofficial patron saint of drug dealers, Jesús Malverde, the "narco-saint":
Mexican Robin Hood Figure Gains Notoriety (New York Times)
Jesús Malverde (Wikipedia)
By Michael Leddy at 10:10 AM comments: 0
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Julia Ringma wins juice challenge
The challenge of The Three Juices has ended. Julia Ringma correctly guessed all three Platonic liquids: pineapple, loganberry, and tomato. Well done, Julia!
Thanks too to Ben and Stephen for playing.
This Libby's ad appeared in the April 29, 1940 issue of Life.
About loganberry juice (which I'd never heard of, and which would make breakfast really different): Wikipedia helps out.
By Michael Leddy at 11:23 AM comments: 2
The Three Juices
Yes, this grapefruit juice is marvelous. It's also economical, "table-ready," and "refreshing any time o' day."
But Mommie has a secret! What is she keeping from us? Reader, are you ready to meet the challenge of The Three Juices?
Here are two hints:
1. Each juice's name begins with a letter found in the name Plato.
2. Orange juice is not one of the three.
Leave a comment with your best guesses. You can guess again and again, and I'll give more hints (in the comments) as needed. You're on the honor system here: no looking online for the rest of this ad. (I don't think it's out there anyway.) The prize: undying fame in the form of a follow-up blog post. I'll also post the rest of the ad when (if?) there's a winner.
Update: We have a winner.
By Michael Leddy at 6:22 AM comments: 10
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Manicule
Did you know what the hand-with-pointing-finger symbol is called, other than "hand-with-pointing-finger symbol"? Neither did I.
Manicule isn't in the Oxford English Dictionary, but it is a name for this symbol.
Related reading and viewing
Toward a History of the Manicule
Flickr manicule group
By Michael Leddy at 11:42 AM comments: 6
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
"We are the ones we've been waiting for."
That striking line in Barack Obama's speech tonight comes from a Hopi prayer.
And "repair this world" comes from Judaism: tikkun olam.
By Michael Leddy at 11:35 PM comments: 0
A timeline of ancient history
[Illustration by Benjamin Leddy.]
The recent discovery of evidence of sacrifice to a pre-Greek, pre-Zeus deity enhances our understanding of the ancient world. So too this timeline, which my son Ben created some years ago, at the age of ten perhaps.
(Thanks, Ben, for the okay to show this work!)
Related post
Blue crayon
By Michael Leddy at 6:35 AM comments: 0
Monday, February 4, 2008
Free fonts from Jos Buivenga
You can find seven free fonts, all well designed, at Jos Buivenga's exljbris Font Foundry. I'm partial to Fontin Sans, my favorite sans serif for the past month.
By Michael Leddy at 4:21 PM comments: 2