I saw my friend Muffy yesterday while I was strolling out and about, which reminded me of a funny story from a couple of years ago. I was out taking a constitutional walk with Muffy along the lakefront near Loyola University. There was a haze over the blue green water of the lake and no discernable wind. The small bit of sand was littered with inhabited, animated towels. Inchoate voices floated around us. Boats lazily moved towards what must be Indiana. As we meandered the topic of how much scholarship there was still to do in the field of Mayan linguistics came up. Eventually Muffy noted one area where we really had very little knowledge. She said, "At this point we have no idea even how to pronounce some of the names of the Mayan Gods."
I stopped and said, "Well I can help clear that up. One of them was certainly pronounced Lay-ock, as in Laoch!"
17 comments:
sheesh-
I feel dreadfully uneducated around you.
I shall from now on not think of you as a cute little fish--
but as an old Mayan god.
Wow Meow
Well played. I'll expect the press release shortly :)
I think I pretty much got all of that, except for the: inhabited, animated towels. That went right over my head. And then there is the fact that Lois and I have been pronouncing Laoch wrong all this time.
My indian tribe are descendants of the Uto-Azteca. Which I believe is a long word for Aztec.
:-) (and I meant that!)
Wiktionary begs to differ:
Scottish Gaelic
[edit] Noun
laoch m, gen./pl. laoich
1.A hero, warrior, or champion.
Mayan or Scottish, it's still fab!
Jade, it is good to be thought of.
jc, meow indeed. A feline is always so expressive.
kathy, no press!
shst, Laoch is a Gaelic word. The och is pronounced like you would say Loch (i.e. Loch Ness monster). Loch means lake. You can hear it said here - http://www.irish-sayings.com/cats/people/
ah, : )
pop, Laoch is a Gaelic word which in this case was a nickname that was given to me by my Irish Grandmother when I was a wee lad. It generally means warrior or soldier. As to the other, Demi-Gods can travel to warm spots for a vacation.
No wonder you retired! Being a god has got to be exhausting!...cheap wine access though.
hk, napping helps.
Although the dialects are a wee bit different, I believe that Irish Gaelic and Scottish Gaelic are pretty much the same. So from the (Scottish) Gaelic Wife to the Irish Laoch, Deagh!
gw, Go raibh maith agat. Go meadai Dia thu!
I spent a decent amount of time reading your older journal posts last night.
that MRI study was interesting too...
I've seen enough to make me a regular reader.
I can appreciate everything you wrote on my journal as well. Thank you for that.
Glamor never occurred to me. Years of paper filing says it's not glamorous...laughs
It's just a deep passion.
and you made me miss Rush Street...
Razor,being passionate and engaged is a fine thing.
Interestingly, most of the young party have moved from Rush Street to Wrigleyville.
laughs
I'm 41 now. I don't even qualify as the "young party" these days.
which is fine with me...
I must say though, New Year's Eve on Rush Street was probably the best I've ever spent.
That was 1987.
I haven't been back since.
I may be due.
and yes, if you do the math I was slightly underage at the time...
I managed to sneak in to the best Jazz/Blues Club. Some underground hole in the wall with black decor and low lighting.
The sounds were amazing.
People were everywhere in the streets and life looked good for everyone.
I'd be interested in your opinion of The Catcher in the Rye when you're done with it. I think I may be the only person I know of that wasn't as impressed by it.
Oh, and you get complete credit for Occam's razor. It's not often I run across that mentioned in a journal.
as you can tell, I'm still reading you...
Razor, The Gold Coast is filled with beautiful people dining and moving from tavern to tavern at this time of the year. Chicago is especially nice in the summer generally.
There are some very fine blues places about town and a few places where you can hear Jazz. On the whole Chicago is pretty different than it was in 1987. New immigrant groups have moved in while old groups have dispersed to some extent. Neighborhoods are entirely unrecognizable, which of course is good and bad. Entropy rules. There are many more higher end places to go but less places on the lower end.
I read A Catcher in the Rye when I was in high school but I think I did not understand it then. I'll let you know what I think of it when I am finished.
This blog is better than my last blog which is somewhat surprising as I am not as high functioning now as I was then but I guess I have gained a different perspective. Which is comforting in a way.
I once had a house in Lombard, IL on W. 18th Street. That seems like a million years ago now that I think about it. Again, back in 1987. I'm sure I wouldn't even recognize the area any more.
I'm back in New York now.
A decent distant away.
I tend to stick to the east coast, short of my trip to L.A at the end of the 90's.
which is where we all learned the hard way that I have a deep aversion to the idea of an earthquake... in short, I was basically a basket case the entire time waiting for the ground to open up and swallow us whole... much to the delight of every jackass I call a friend who had a field day torturing me with that fun little fact... for a week...
In going over some of the books you've read, I bet you'd enjoy Machiavelli: The Prince.
I think everyone in the world should read Gavin de Becker's, "The Gift of Fear" too.
To add a few more unsolicitated and possibly unwanted comments:
- I've enjoyed your stories.
- I have a friend that swears by Apple Cider Vinegar and has threatened me more than once over getting it.
- I'm right there with you on the fingerprint-used-as-identification thing. That flips me out because I had the same exact conclusion about it.
- venal is a great word
- I will say nothing about your Cubs obsession vs the Yankees...
- Ironically, frog legs aren't all that bad.
- "A visit to the Merchant of Pain" should be written in some publication. I may be forced to steal your line and start calling the chair the pain pit - because that's just funny.
- Jack Kevorkian - he's the kind of doctor you only see once. BRILLIANT! laughs
Razor, I have never been to Lombard (at least I think I have not been there).
I grew up on the East Coast and like New York generally. My brother still lives in Manhattan and I miss it.
I found LA interesting but I really did not connect emotionally with it.
Long ago when I was in College I majored in Philosophy and Potical Science so I have read most major works in those fields including The Prince. I have not read Gavin De Becker's "Gift of Fear." Thanks for the suggestion.
I appreciate your kind words. I like your blog as well.
When I was growing in the New York City environs my household was filled with Mets Fans although we would sometimes make the trek down to Jerome Avenue to see the Yankees.
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