Domestic comedy

“Too bad we don’t have the Container Store.”

“Our town isn’t big enough to hold one.”

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[But we know, too, that more things in which to store things is not a solution.]

The non-breaking hyphen

Every so often, or just often, I look at an old post and notice something wrong, a tpoy, an the extraneous word — see what I mean? I noticed something off in this post yesterday: Anthony Catalano, friend of Boro Park. So I called on a lesser-known hero of punctuation, the non-breaking hyphen: ‑.

Notice the difference:


Is it worth taking the time to fix an HTML glitch in a ten-year-old post? I think it is. And I think it’s worth sharing the news of the non-breaking hyphen, which should be better known, inside and outside Boro (no ‑ugh) Park.

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A previous non-breaking hyphen to the rescue

[As I’m seeing this morning, the non-breaking hyphen displays differently in different browsers: longer in Safari in macOS, shorter in Safari in iOS, shorter in Brave (and, presumably, in other Chromium-based browsers).]

Sardines × 7

A Reader’s Digest investigative report: “I Ate Sardines Every Day for a Week — Here’s What Happened.”

Spoiler alert: there is no ick factor.

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Sluggo, philosophe

[Nancy, February 22, 2024. Click for a larger view.]

In today’s Nancy, Sluggo channels, kinda, sorta, Montaigne (I think).

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“She wasn’t fit to be seen”

From one of the bleakest stories I’ve ever read. It has, or should have, a place alongside James Joyce’s “Counterparts” and Charles Jackson’s The Lost Weekend.

Jean Stafford, ”Children Are Bored on Sunday” (1948), in Collected Stories (1969).

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Word of the day: cubeb

Recalling her lone experience of smoking, Emily Vanderpool thinks that she did a better job of it than the furtive, coughing grad students in the women’s smoking room of the college library. From Jean Stafford’s “A Reading Problem” (1956):

I could smoke better than that and I was only ten; I mean the one time I had smoked I did it better — a friend and I each smoked a cubeb she had pinched from her tubercular father.

Smoked a what? And why is someone with tuberculosis smoking anything? An explanation: “Wrapped in standard rice-paper, just like ordinary cigarettes, cubebs were stuffed with the dried, ground berries of a Southeast Asian relative of the pepper plant.” The cubeb was regarded as a treatment for catarrh. Wikipedia reports that cubeb cigarettes were also used to treat asthma, chronic pharyngitis, and hay fever.

[Requa’s Cubeb Cigarettes. Photograph by Joe Haupt (Flickr). Licensed under a Creative Commons 2.0 License. Click for a larger view.]

The Beatles with Morecambe and Wise

Here’s the complete Morecambe and Wise Show with the Beatles (recorded December 2, 1963; aired April 18, 1964). The Beatles do “This Boy,” “All My Loving,” “I Want to Hold Your Hand,” and, with Eric Morecambe and Ernie Wise, “Moonlight Bay” — live, not lip-synced. And there are comedy bits, with and without the Beatles, all good-natured silliness. (Included: silly walks.)

From the liner notes for the Beatles’ Anthology 1 :

Asked in 1994 to name his favourite of the many television programmes the Beatles had appeared on, Paul McCartney scarcely hesitated in responding The Morecambe and Wise Show .

Wonderful stuff.

Domestic comedy

[The subject was breakfast.]

“It’s a good restaurant. It has these things called ‘eggs’?”

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[Please hear the second sentence with a purposeful bit of uptalk.]

Barry Sachs

One bit of instrument naming I can’t stand: “bari sax.” No one says “al sax” or “ten sax.” Why “bari sax”?

I can imagine an objection: “alto” and “tenor” are just two syllables each. “Baritone” is three. True, but “soprano” is also three syllables, and “sopranino” is four. And yet we don’t hear anyone talking about a “sop sax” or a “nino sax”. “Nino sax,” to my surprise, is a thing. (See the comments.)

The only thing worse than “bari” in instrument naming is “bone.” It sounds so falsely hip. Man, that bone was smokin’.

[And yes, people do say “bari sax.” It’s not just something written in liner notes.]

Dream data

This phrase showed up in a dream: “epistemic data.” I have invented two possible meanings.

One: that which we know. Example: The alphabet.

Two: that which may lead to knowledge. In other words, a clue. Examples: Ketchup splattered on the wall, a broken plate on the floor.

Though we can already guess who threw the plate.

More words from dreams
Alecry : Fequid : Misinflame : Skeptiphobia : Winching

[A Google search reveals that “epistemic data” has currency outside the dream world. I’m sticking with homemade definitions.]