I got such good material last week in NYC, I just had to use one more New York Snap. This is from the famous boat house in Central Park. Actually, it’s not the “boathouse” where you rent—I kid you not—”excursion crafts (row boats),” but the building where you can keep and refurbish your model sailboat—just sign up on the list on the bulletin board inside. Then, take your boat-treasure right out across the apron and set it afloat on the “Conservatory Water“—don’t get me started on that name! Anyway, this is the building’s carefully framed Certificate of Occupancy. Can you see the date in the upper right? 1954. The other thing I found interesting: down at the bottom of this clip: occupancy is limited to 5 male and 5 female. Just how do they figure that?

Some definitions:

Profane means non-sacred or outside the temple—thus, irreverent or blasphemous. The term is also used for general verbal expressions that sound or are intended to sound insulting, rude, or disrespectful.

To blaspheme is to speak irreverently about sacred or holy things (apologies for the circularity). Blasphemy has a religious component. Some countries ban blaspheming.

Obscene means outside the standards of decency and morality, and often is applied to sexual matters. What is obscene is contextual. And good luck with a universal distinction between obscenity and indecency.

Curses, strictly speaking (haha), invoke supernatural power to inflict harm or punishment on someone or something. Cuss is an informal version of the word, in this context.

Swearing is to make a solemn statement; it’s also to use offensive language, often in anger.

Vulgarity is an indecorous expression specifically chosen for its unrefined character; it generally has a social and moral component, even if casually chosen.

Okay. Now, don’t confuse or blur these!

And note that they don’t all overlap. Remember this when listening to the current hubub about the Supremes’ latest decision on language and broadcasting. And remember that profanity, obscenity, etc. are contextual, both in the moment (who are the speaker and audience? what is conventional for them?) and within the social experiences of the user of the language.

So, “swear words” may be profane, obscene, vulgar, or curses, but rarely are all of them. Most common swear words in the US of A these days are obscene and vulgar. A few are profane and curses; to some, that makes them also vulgar. But, the overwhelming majority users of these words do not think of any of the common swear words as blasphemy—and may not be able to come up with any words they think of as blasphemy. See how complicated it is?

KW and I had a quick back-and-forth via email this morning about the sign in yesterday’s post, and I expanded the discussion by suggesting that she look at the Chinglish signs the NYTimes collected from Shanghai.

Then, this afternoon, we made a quick (and uncustomary) stop at Publix in Ansley Mall to look for dinner-food. We bought nothing (decided to go with tofu that’s in the fridge, with some BBQ and rice—versions one and two on this website), but I did come away with this sign photo.

Not surprisingly, I take issue with the “cheap” part—almost eight bucks is not “cheap” in my personal wine pricing scale. I’d have to go with under four bucks for that….

Nǐ hǎo is literally “you good” in Mandarin, but it means “hi ” or “hello” (it’s informal). According to WikiPee.

(In short:) Watch yer own dern kids!

AFPLS = Atlanta-Fulton Public Library System

First day of the year nice enough to sit in the sun and read—in the back yard!

Meanwhile, this guy (technically a grotesque, or a chimera) keeps the squirrels away….

The narcissi are shooting up….

• Saw this on the register, when checking out with assorted vegetables, enough I hope will get us through the weekend: loose radishes.

Personally, I didn’t know they were socialized AT ALL!

• Heard this on Science Friday this afternoon (female voice, not sure who): journalism is event-driven and science is a process.

That distinction is worth pondering. Conflating events and process is a major logical error. And this conflation is all around us, even from people who should know better.

Apologies if you thought I was going to connect radishes and event/process….

My favorite late-night show that I almost always watch time-shifted, courtesy of Hulu….

I don’t know enough about economics to know if I agree/disagree with Krugman almost all of the time, but I do have a new interjection courtesy of him: gah!

Here’s a sample sentence: Leno’s return to the NBC 11:30 slot—gah!

If I said this is a late post because I was chopping ingredients for salsa and the like, I’d only be partly wrong. I’ll admit to a bit of laziness, too!

Our special Friday dinner had a Oaxaca theme, which required a quick run to Buford Highway for epazote—there’s no other way to get the black beans and quesadillas to taste “right.” We also like fresh tortillas de maíz like these, with no fat or factory ingredients….

Ya gotta love the imagery here. The brand is Milagro, which already has major positive overtones. Combine that with the traditional tortilla-making scene, including the brazier, and, geeze, not only will you feel compelled to buy these tortillas, you’ll be weak in the knees as you do!

Epazote, the word, should not be confused with “epizootic,” a favored term of RHB. The former is a plant of the Chenopodium group, and the latter is a disease outbreak.

Special afternoon, down near Pine Mountain, at an oyster roast with most excellent company…thanks much, D&K, for the invite!

Clouds tried to drop some precip, but we sent good vibes skyward and we were spared.

Our hosts made the party pot-luck, and I took this simple pickled carrot* dish, which several people found tasty.

* Spanish lesson: carrots are zanahorias, pronounced something like sah-nah-or-ee-ahz

Just happened to be in a bookstore this morning, picking up Candice Millard’s The River of Doubt: Theodore Roosevelt’s Darkest Journey (okay, for Book Club).

Report: there was a modest pile of That Book (which itself seems to contain a Modest Pile), and no one paying it any attention, let along hugging a copy while waiting in the cashier line!

…this in contrast to the frenzy reported from bookstores in the conservative hinterlands, like Grand Rapids.

Today we lived stress-free, or at least I did.

In the morning (almost) cool, we walked up a dry wash and back. There is nothing comparable in the part of the Midwest I have spent time in. Dry washes always look to me like they’re awaiting the next rainstorm, and are in a pause mode…. We even got in a little hammock time under the cottonwoods down by Little Bear Creek.

I finished the (yawn) novel I mentioned yesterday (yawn), and began Stieg Larsson’s The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (2008, translation by Reg Keeland from Swedish of Män som hatar kvinnor). This one is well worth the time (much better than the Yawn), and I’m only 138 pages into it!