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Going forward, Sundays are lazy days for me. I either post something silly or other people’s work. Usually both. Today, it’s a preview for the next Jurassic Park sequel.
Admit it: this couldn’t be worse than the last movie.
As a follow up to yesterday’s post on language, today I give you a combination of language and the silliness of Caturday. It’s an oldie but goodie, and by “oldie” I mean “old in the context of the internet.” It’s not old like I’m old.
It’s not as if Caturday is supposed to be taken seriously.
If you know me personally, you know I’m a language freak. Before you assume that I, a lawyer, thinks that language is a crime (as many often inappropriately accuse language freaks of being), I can assure you my view is a bit more reasonable than that.
Reasonable, but still kind of a dick. It goes with the territory.
When I was in high school, I thought I was pretty clever. Of course, I was, but my successes aren’t important right now. I had heard about the word, “ghoti,” attributed inaccurately to George Bernard Shaw. To summarize, when you take the way “gh,” “o,” and “ti” are pronounced in other words, you can justify pronouncing ghoti the same as you would pronounce the word, “fish” (click through for an explanation). Here’s where my cleverness comes in. Whenever someone as smug as I told this story, I told them that Shaw and they weren’t thorough in their spelling. The correct spelling of “fish” was actually “ghotib.” The ‘b’ on the end is silent, like in dumb.
Get it? See? I always outdid those wannabes that were taking other people’s work and peddling at their own. I at least added to the work. I told you I was clever. But not as clever as this.
Shit.
Fortunately, I’m no longer in contact with any of the people that could throw this in my face.
I’m the archetype of a middle child. If you look up “middle child” in your dictionary and don’t see my picture, get yourself another dictionary. I just had one of the most middle child of experiences. WebMD sent a link to a quiz on how birth order affects your choices. Every single answer was “first born,” “only child,” or “youngest child,” and only twice was “middle child” even an option. That’s right. Even a quiz about birth order ignores middle children.
How’d I do on the quiz?
First time through. No shitting around. It was easy.
Because of course I got a perfect score the first time I took the quiz. Middle children are self-aware and acutely aware of how their siblings are treated. We also aren’t liars, so don’t go down that route. We’re just accused of lying or exaggerating because the truth is so painful to their parents and the other siblings. I guarantee you that only middle children would do so well, and if I didn’t give myself credit for it, no one else would have. In fact, they would have claimed my older brother got a perfect score. He probably would have failed.
It’s Mythology Monday, but it’s also Memorial Day. So, what do I post? Here’s an article from the History Channel that may satisfy both: 8 Things You May Not Know About Memorial Day. Well, not really. Articles with titles like this generally don’t reveal the great secrets implied by their clickbaity titles. At least it’s an attempt to dispel what’s commonly mislabeled “myths.” They’re usually misconceptions. Close enough, I guess.
Let’s just not lose sight of what the holiday is really about.
Every Memorial Day, I see a lot of posts telling us that Memorial Day isn’t about BBQs, parades, and sports. Absolutely everyone knows that, so this is the typical “everyone wants to be a hero” mentality in play. Kind of ironic considering the day is supposed to be celebrating real heroes. In any event, despite positive trends, Americans still don’t take nearly as much of their vacation time as they should, and there are only eleven federal holidays, so not even one per month on average. On top of that, the private sector doesn’t recognize all of those holidays.
All of this is to say that the people who truly work for a living probably work a lot harder than we should. (I, for one, will be at work when this post goes live. EDIT: Confirmed. Three hours and counting.) If you have the opportunity to get a relaxing three-day weekend with friends or family, take advantage of it, and never apologize for it. After all, what have all those heroes fought and died for?
Here are some Memorial Day memes appropriate for Caturday, and thus light-hearted ones.
I will, of course, be spending even more time at the gym.
And perhaps more time lounging around.
This one’s just to annoy those purists who don’t like Memorial Day confused with Veterans’ Day. I suspect *any* “thank you” is appreciated.
Well, I will be spending the weekend on the carnivore diet.
For me, the only ritual in which I reliably partake is the NCAA men’s lacrosse championship weekend. I’ll be rooting for Maryland until they lose or win it all.
Let’s just not lose sight of what the holiday is really about.
This is an interesting video about how math with always have unanswered questions.
Just watching the first minute gives you something to think about. Gaming nerds will appreciate the mention around 3:28. Beyond that, you have to enjoy math to tolerate this, as it doesn’t make its point until 20:25 (fortunately, I do), but this may appeal to hardcore history nerds as well. Beyond the point of the video, this reminded me that many of the views we hold aren’t actually objective truths. We just really want to be right, so much so that we fracture into factions and hate on the others. Just an observation. Make of it what you will.