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To: Crocodile who wrote (51342)5/27/2000 10:01:00 AM
From: Gauguin  Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 71178
 
There are a lot of good kitchen names. A kid would love to be Mix Master.

I I I like Waffle Iron. Waffle seems like a terrific first name.

Spoon.

I wonder what I did with that list.....

I have this practical problem with not being able to find things I've worked on; especially papers. There are about ten full size record boxes in the main office room, and four more in a closet. All papers about architectural concepts, culture, kitchen names; whatever for sure. And if each mnemonic cue had its own folder, zowie.

Anyway. You can also add "lufa" or loofa to the soap and foam = sofa. Actually, our couch here is kind of soapy like. Foamy. Inflated. Puffy. Cow couch.


Ottoman
Divan
Chesterfield
Sofa
Couch
Barcalounger

I know there's more. Three hundred or so.
But I lost my couch names file....

Even as a kid, I remember noticing the odd names for sofas. (Which to me is a couch. Couch is the prime. Sofa is the very first wild and crazy and unnecessary deviation.) I remember where I was, and I was six or seven. (Nuts start early.) Because we moved from that house when I went to the second grade.

I was standing by the back fence (right by where that mud-dauber stung me), and thinking about all the couches; because my neighbors, thru the gate, had a couch.....outside! And they called it something different than I did. And I thought, these people are really ODD! I was annoyed, a little; and stressed. Confused.

I liked the kid ~ he was my age and we would go swimming ~ but this divan thing really upset me!

I remember this clear as day, however clear day is.

It was the first large scale quandary I had to work out on my own. I had to face. Really. No kidding. I kept thinking, "It's not a divan. It's not a divan. It's not a divan."

As a kid at that age you're always learning to call things things ~ Christmas tree "flocking" ~ it's been "flocked" ~ and so on ~ and I thought these people were, frankly, maybe over the edge. I wasn't sure if I could trust them. These divan people. Stirring things up. Trying to be obstinate. (Like when someone calls something a Chesterfield, you hussy.)

The Supreme Court in my head decided they had a right to call it a divan? But I didn't like it one bit. Really stuck in my craw. Whatever that is.

I've liberalized quite a bit since then.

But I think that stunted our friendship. (There was something peculiar about his mother, too. Anyway.)

We played whiffle ball with older kids in his front yard; my first intro to the annoying whiffle ball. The ball was fun, but the idea of slowing down a baseball really irked me. I was a big on baseball, and that seemed anathematical, to me. Like the Japanes could get that idea and destroy us. People could learn to use engineering and manufactuing techniques to destroy us. Make our stuff all into whiffle balls.

I might have been an uptight little bugger.

Or just confused by things.



To: Crocodile who wrote (51342)5/27/2000 10:23:00 AM
From: Ilaine  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
It's not really early here, but I like to sleep late. Not true, actually I'd rather be the kind of person who gets up early, but I am not. But someone is mowing their lawn, so after struggling for a while to ignore it, I am up.

"Tree Stump" and "Ballsy." Wonder what that kid is up to now? Bet it's something interesting.

Oh, but what I really wanted to say is about not being able to remember words, and having to use circumlocutions. I have been doing that for a while, several years now, and it bugs me. I know my memory is still mostly good, everyone always worries about getting Alzheimer's, but as an example of how my memory is still semi-ok, the other day I was looking at the on-line docket for the Iridium Bankruptcy, and there are several cases which are consolidated, and the first one I called up, I could tell wasn't the right case because it didn't have the right number. Well, that's not stellar, I couldn't remember the right number but I knew it ended in 8. Ok, not terribly impressive, but come on, if I had Alzheimer's would I have remembered that?

Anyway.

I have always been bad with names, not for people that I see regularly, but people I don't see often, I tend to forget their names. Probably not you guys because I see your "name" every time I see "you." But people aren't their names. I remember the people very well, I can tell you what they look like, and what they do, and things they did, but the name just goes away. When I lived in New Orleans, there was a woman I liked very much, but I only saw her every few months, I would run into her on the street, or at a bookstore, or at the movies, and I always forgot her name, and it make her feel very hurt. So I started avoiding her.

Last night Ben asked what the difference was between an assassin and a murderer, while we were coming back from eating out, and we were discussing things like murder for hire, and then political assassins, and I couldn't remember the name of Lee Harvey Oswald (!) for several minutes. I could remember Sirhan Sirhan, but not Oswald, I could see his face, all the images, when Ruby shot him, the photo of him standing up holding a rifle, all sorts of facts about his life, but not his name.

Another thing that bugs me is that I don't remember which states are contiguous, at least the ones out west. I can remember all the ones east of the Mississippi, and all the ones on the southern and western perimeter, but I get confused when it comes to Minnesota vs. Michigan, and Wyoming vs. Montana, and Colorado vs. Utah. I've never been to any of them, they are just places on a map. Same thing with Eastern Europe - I can't place Romania and Hungary and so on. Well, you get the idea, same with most of Africa and South America and Asia. I know the big countries but not the little ones.

If you give me a cue, like a multiple choice test, I can pick the right choice, but I can't remember unprompted.

It really bugs me. When I have a new client coming in that I've never met, I have to leave something on my desk to remind me what their name is. Usually I walk into the waiting room and just have no idea what their name is. I'll remember the telephone call, and what their problem is, and once I interview them, I'll remember their name, at least until I don't represent them anymore.

Isn't that terrible?



To: Crocodile who wrote (51342)5/30/2000 1:46:00 AM
From: JF Quinnelly  Respond to of 71178
 
words... names.....

I recently heard someone ask where the word "lollipop' comes from, y'know, the usual name for hard candy on a stick. Now, I can't be sure if what I heard is right, but if it is true it's quite surprising....

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Lollipop was the name of a famous racehorse, and the candy was named for the horse.