Saturday, October 28, 2017

October 28th, 2017

It's a very "me" centric installment today, but before I get into all things Gomez, a quick hot take.  Any talk of wellness or mindfulness makes me anxious at best, and more often, really angry.    The local school has been having all kinds of seminars promoting it for the last year or so to the point that it feels like it is the only thing that's going on.  It's not of course.  Totally understand that there are people out there that need to hear things to get them through whatever and that there are folks that are damaged by awful events in their life that need serious therapy, but this group feel good crap, while trendy, is a total waste in my opinion.  This line from the advertisement is what got me...

Other highlights include: the chance to make your very own aromatherapy pillow spray; a variety of sessions that will get you moving, singing, or otherwise expressing your creative side, including the opportunity to be part of a dance performance on Friday; and, a round-table discussion that will help you better understand the relationships between the myriad topics being covered in our other sessions.

I'll spray some aromas on your pillow.

It's kinda like jackin' off...and I like jackin' off...but it is personal and should be done in private.  Public group masturbation is just gross.  How about we toss in a seminar on media literacy?  I think we'd all agree that it would go a long way towards societal wellness.

Mentioned that last weekend was a busy one for yours truly.  Friday night was the Community Center auction.  These are the times I especially lament when Betty is on the road cause she is so good with people and I can ride her coattails.  Still was a fun night as almost everyone in town that I enjoy comes out for it.  And being the person that makes up the seating chart for all the tables, can handpick who I spend the bulk of the evening with.  Only thing I bought was a raffle prize of a couple bottles of vino, one of which was from Israel that is obviously Jesus wine.

My wine guy says it's decent stuff.  I was seriously over served on auction night, which made the degree of difficulty selling hot dogs at the Food Fair the next day that much higher. 

The school has two big fairs each year and cannot remember how many times I have been in charge of the hot dog booth, but it is either 6 or 7.  Our goal each time is to prepare and sell between 700 and 1000 big ol' Costco dogs for the attendees.  Over the years, have recruited a fine bunch of parent and kid volunteers, with the majority originating from the girls soccer club I used to help manage.  Those girls still come out and look so great in their pink and black uniforms that we are a draw.  Saw them posing for photos all day long.  When I started at the school, they would get these big steamers to heat the dogs and looking how they did it, was disgusted by them.  The water got nasty fast and they were never that hot.  We slowly transitioned to grilling them, first using propane, then by charcoal, which made them taste the best even though getting and keeping the heat right for 6 hours straight can be a challenge...especially when it rained. 

Last October, it did just that and it was coming down sideways for several hours.  This year was forcasted to be mixed, and the morning started off grey and misty, but while the clouds never went away, the rain did and we had ideal conditions for standing in front of the hot charcoals.  While it isn't necessarily comfortable standing in front of a grill all day, standing there with a bunch of fellas and shooting the shit is one of life's greatest pleasures.  This year, we had an on/off discussion for 5 hours about if it was superior to grill the dogs horizontally or perpendicular to the grating.  I prefer the company of women, but you don't get that kind of intensely inane and enjoyable chatter with the girls.

Having the right amount of dogs is always a crap shoot as demand is very weather driven as this population hates to get wet, so when it rains, we are scrambling.  Our only tool to move dogs faster is by lowering the price (2 for 1 style), and we kicked into that gear at just the right time as we sold out 23 minutes before the Fair ended.  We might have made it till the end, but a morning mishap caused us to be about 30 dogs short.  One of the trays carrying our partially cooked dogs (we boil them all early morning so we can just finish them off on the grill) fell in the hallway and many souls (and toes and anusus) were lost.  Me and the other dude that were transporting them looked at each other and we both knew that we could just rinse them off and cook them for later, but we dropped them in the main hallway with a hundred people looking on, so that move was out of the question.  Someone said I should take a photo of the deceased to prove I didn't just go in the back and repurpose them, which I did.



If there was one beef I had for the day, it was that the powers that be moved our booth from its traditional locale.  We have always been in the same spot, and I always say to them to please keep us there and to let us know if they are going to move us so I can lobby to keep us in our prime location.  When the Fair map comes out, I see they shifted us down to the middle of the aisle and put the gawdamn Korean ladies in our spot.  Look, I know they got some pull, but that is just low and will not be forgotten.  Our move was not lost on others and was asked about it throughout the day.  Got knowing nods when I told them that I never argue with a Korean and spread a rumor that they were not simply Koreans, but the "northern" variety.  I might have even said to more trusted of my cohorts that while we were serving hot dogs, unlike the Korean booth, at least ours weren't made from actual canines. 

I don't remember this being asked previously, but a bunch of folks wanted to know if the dogs were beef or pork.  To be honest, I really don't know but if they asked if they were beef, I said yes, which was the same answer I gave if they asked if they were pork.  That's the good thing about selling meat in Taiwan as they aren't too hung up on what kind of animal they ingest.

The locals are a bit leery of our grill however, cause if the meat gets charred, the local opinion is that it can give you cancer.  So many of them actually walked behind the booth and watched us while we worked.  They seem satisfied with our hygiene and technique however and we had many a satisfied customer.



Had the occasion to show a Seattle buddy around town for a day this week.  He was in town for 72 hours for work and arranged to have a free day to see the sights...asked if he wanted to do the traditional ones or if he wanted Weird Taipei.  Fortunately for him, he chose wisely and went weird.  I have my beats that I like and think that I have it dialed in for a perfect day.  NOTE...if you're thinking about coming to Taiwan for a visit and are the type that wants to be surprised and don't want to know what is in store for you, stop reading now cause this is what we'll be doing.

I really try to make this space an honest affair and in an effort to give equal time, have to mention that the weather finally turned.  Has been just delightful the last few days and tour day was scrumptious.  Sunny, warm in just the right way where you could wear pants, but shorts were just fine.  Perfectly comfortable standing around, but if you go for a little exercise, will get just sweaty enough where the trickle will go down your spine and not drench your entire outfit.

The day started  around 10am, after the morning rush hour for a drive, into the country to see the Cihu Chiang Kai Shek memorial park.  Have detailed this place a couple of times, but not only is it Chiang's (next to) final resting place, but all of the statues of the Generalissimo that they took down in quiet shame from around the country are gathered in one place.


Eerily awesome and scenic.  Is a great place for me to expound on Taiwanese history and politics.  Think I do a thorough and interesting job of that.

Then, leisurely drive back into town for late light lunch of Dim Sum at the Palace Hotel, whose restaurant is perched on a hill overlooking downtown.  One can wander around the 70's era grandeur for a bit, and perhaps sneak into one of the secret tunnels that were built to allow for a hasty exit for the junta should the commies come a knockin'

And then the highlight of any day in Taipei...a trip to the Shrimping District.  Time made us go during the early afternoon lull so we didn't get the full people watching experience, but you really don't need it as shrimping itself is a sport unlike any other.

Our friend was happy to get a couple, but my shrimping skills have been honed as I out cast him five to two.  Shrimping is hands down my favorite thing to do in this burgh and have yet to meet someone that has done it and didn't think the same.

Apres-shrimping, we met up with Betty for dinner.  Another buddy recently sent me a link to a review of a Taipei restaurant that sells the worlds most expensive beef noodle soup.  It is called Niu Ba Ba, which means Cow Daddy, and you can read about it here, but the most expensive bowl costs US$329.  They had other lower priced ones and we thought that it would be a good addition to the Weird Taiwan tour.   Betty and I would never go on our own, and it would be a good place with someone with an unlimited spending account, but since we had a guest,  is the kind of place that made sense to give a try for the experience.  Betty chose the $15 bowl, but us fellas splurged and  went for the $45 variety.
The draw for me was that it was actual meat and not the ligament shit they typically put in it at the $2 street food places.  Collectively, we thought it tasted good, but all described it as being both rich and salty.  The meat was very tender with little of the fatty and tendon meat, although there was one piece of meat that had the size, shape and what I would guess is the consistency of a testicle.  I let Betty eat that one.  As I walked out of the place, felt light headed, like I had had one too many smart cocktails.  Was desperately dehydrated all night and the next morning, woke up with the kind of headache that one gets after 1/2 a box of cheap Chablis.  Probably didn't need to add cheap in that description.  While the soup was described as all natural, my guess is that the secret ingredient was some high octane sweet liquor.  Would probably get a different bowl next time, if we go again.  Not in any rush to do so.

We had a few minutes free before we ran our guest out to the airport and were near Costco, so took him on an inside tour that only Betty can give.  She can pick out almost any item and give its back story...is an enjoyable experience for anyone.  I learned the new Kirkland toilet paper, while not only 3-ply, had a long involved testing process to give it its textured embossed quality.  I love a little texture while I wipe personally...

So come to Taiwan for 48 hours and will show you around.

Finally for this week, Babydoll was in the big annual dance production at school.  An interpretation of the story of albino hemophiliac Anastasia, must say that I was dreading it.  Musicals, operas, dance productions...not my wheelhouse.  I could sit for a weekend in the cold and rain of some hick town watching baseball and not complain (OK, I would complain a lot, but wouldn't dread going in advance), but sitting in a dark auditorium for an hour and a half watching dance?  Torture.

But you support your kids and this is a big deal for her, so we committed to going two of the four nights.  I didn't hate it.  The spirit of the cast was high, super talented kids choreographed impeccable, and the scenery and costuming was at a level one could see on Broadway.  I ended up coming out really liking it and will no longer fear going to the next one.  The moment I went all in came during one of the big cast scenes.  About 40 teenagers on stage at one point were all doing their own moves, and at just the right beat, they all turned and linked arms to do a group maneuver.  The seamlessness of all the individual actions coming together as one really got to me.  Equated it with how a football team can make the perfect play only when everyone does their part perfectly and in unison with the other teammates doing the same.  Will definitely not become a Dance Mom, but maybe a Stage Dad?  Whatevs...personal growth can come in various ways at odd times and at any stage in life.

The school was adamant about not taking photos/videos, but did sneak a video of one of the scenes that is too big to share.  Maybe can compress one once the official video comes out, but enjoy these awful blurry ones I managed to butcher in the meantime.







Friday, October 20, 2017

October 20th, 2017



Was gonna dive into the NFL today.  The future of it, the anthem controversy and why the younger talking heads I listen to bemoaning the state of the game are dopes, but it is all about baseball these days.   My beloved Dodgers are going to the WORLD SERIES.   Growing up, would listen to as many games as possible, mainly on the radio cause they weren't always on TV back then.  Ross Porter, Jerry Doggett and Vin Scully would share the play calling duties, and before the first pitch, they would play "It's A Beautiful Day For A Ball Game".

Such a great ditty.  Been a long time since the Blue Crew were this good and find myself falling into weird and familiar superstitions.  Wearing hats at different times, standing in different places, the usual.  Added listening to that track pre-game  this week and think that everyone should listen to it every morning to get the day started off on a positive note.  After every Dodger home win at the Ravine, they play Randy Neuman's 'I Love LA'.  The song is great and is magical when they play it for the happy home crowd, but it's best in the montage from The Naked Gun.




It isn't easy having a take that hasn't been discussed in detail on the internet, but think I have one for you.  Have discussed the homeless dog population here and how they are not only smart, but seem well fed.  Homeless dogs in other countries always look emaciated and you're scared of them cause you think they'd be desperate to get something to eat.  Had wondered how the local mutts could be so fit cause I don't see the people feeding them and they are really careful about leaving food out in the garbage.  Then I saw it...the other day a pooch was walking near me when a giant cockroach walked between us.  The roaches are big, but not that fast and the dog casually licked it up, gave a couple of satisfied chews and swallowed it down.  There is no shortage of high protein snacks for them to enjoy.  Mystery solved.

Need to cut this weeks entry short cause this weekend has two of the bigger local events that I am engaged with on Friday night/Saturday with the Community Center Auction tonight, and the school Food Fair tomorrow (have 800 hotdogs to grill and sell in 5 hours)  Will share if there is any funny stuff from them, but before I sign off, have one more thing.

It should go without saying, and I don't say it nearly enough, but I love my kids.  Sometimes I don't like them, but they are both pretty nice humans at this point.  The Boy gets mentioned in this space a lot, but don't put too much Babydoll stuff in here as she is uncomfortable with it.   Boy-o may be uncomfortable with it too, and while he gets embarrassed by my "little comments" from time to time, he doesn't really give a shit.  Makes sense that Babydoll does as she is a teenage girl and they are far more likely to be disturbed when personal things are expressed in public and I have to respect her privacy.

Momma's boy/daddy's girl are not clichés for no reason and I fall into that designation as much as anyone.  With the Boy off to college and with Betty on multiple work trips, have been getting a lot of Babydoll time.  I like her trajectory as of late.  Good friends, decent attitude towards her folks and trying hard at school.  Seeing her relish in being successful in her classes and gaining confidence over things she used to be intimidated by are heart warming.

In my most introspective of moments, when the ravages of time, sports injuries, affinity for certain vices are making me feel vulnerable, when I can feel every joint ache, have problem climbing a flight of stairs or can't remember that it was Van Morrison who wrote Moondance, and even though I don't believe in God, I have the right to pray.  When I do, here is what I pray for...to be alive and able to make it on the dance floor to dance with my daughter one time on her wedding day.  And at that wedding, when I give the toast, I want it to go exactly like this


Holy shit.  Pete Schweaty used to be my favorite SNL skit, but that one just blew right past it.  If you are uncomfortable clicking on these links or it doesn't work in your country, search YouTube for Fred Armisen/SNL/Wedding day band.  It is impeccably written with even the names of the wedding couple being an homage to punk icons.  And the lyrics are just right.

Crisis of Conformity
Lyrics for “Fist Fight” by Fred Armisen
When Ronald Reagan comes around
He brings the fascists to your town
You think it’s cool to be a jock
But we all get beat up by cops
It’s a
Fist fight fist fight
Fist fight in the parking lot
Fist fight fist fight
Fist fight in the parking lot
(Spoken, Fred)
I guess my mind’s all messed up
But isn’t that a result of going to your schools being a part of your system following your orders
(Ashton)
I guess you want me to put on a suit and tie and eat my happy meal
(Dave-his mic dropped out for a few lines, then Ashton gave him his )
I guess you want me to have 2.5 children and a white picket fence I have a better idea. Why don’t I kick in your windows with my boots
(Fred)
You hear that Alexander Haig? You getting all that Ed Meese?
It’s time for a
Fist fight fist fight
Fist fight in the parking lot
Fist fight fist fight
Fist fight in the parking lot

And even though this was a long way to go to share a gag, I meant what I said.

Friday, October 13, 2017

October 13th, 2017

Chinese people love to give direction, especially when you haven't asked for it.  Have made a deep empirical study by asking a few locals I know and they all laugh in agreement. Just sayin'

First sighting of the school year...it's THE Big Baby/Little Baby.  In a world of many changes, so comforting to see some things are still things.



I have one addition to my savory portable snack list that is being reviewed by a team of scientists and culinary experts to determine the best.  The Costco Chicken Bake.  It is absolutely the most filling of the candidates.  In TW, we not only get the chicken variety, which has less cheese and more onions than its US counterpart, but we can also buy bulgogi beef flavor, which is quite good.  And in related news, after a two week absence for unknown reasons, the curry puffs are back at the store across the street and was able to snap this photo before it entered my body.  Mmmmmmm...puffy.



In today's installment of "Those Wacky Asians"...nostril hair extensions.  I shit you not.





Betty sent me that link and is hard to tell from the article if this is even a thing, but had to share.  And debated whether to put this before or after the pastry picture.  Whether to have you lose your appetite or your lunch and decided it was too gross to really matter either way.

We got new neighbors recently.  We live on the 16th floor, which we share with one other apartment.  We've been in this space for 5+ years now and the place next door has seen several tenants come and go.  Don't tend to get too chummy with them cause I don't believe in the adage of keeping your friends close, but your enemies closer.  Polite conversation about the weather is about as far as I'm willing to go.   There was a mixed race (Chinese/Japanese) couple that had a cutie pie daughter named Judy (great name) that was a delight to chat with, but couldn't tell you a thing about any of the others.  Anyhoo, met the new guy this week and he seemed nice, which for me means he speaks decent English and is keen to talk about the weather.  Betty, who has not met them, asked me if he was Chinese, and I told her that I don't see race.  We laughed

One thing I have noticed since we got back from the summer break, and coincides witth them moving in, was that I can smell cooking odors fairly regularly.  Since we are so high, we thankfully don't get the usual street smells, and to my recollection, have not smelled cooking fumes before.  But now, like clockwork in the morning there is a very oily/greasy cloud that wafts through our always open windows.  Not as regularly, will get an afternoon blast of various smells.  Received a great compliment from one of Babydoll's friends a while ago that our apartment doesn't smell like anything, which is the highest praise a Virgo can get.  To demonstrate how seriously I take this desire, the shower gel I use has the scent of oxygen.


Was sitting on the couch one particularly humid afternoon last week and smelled something awful.  Truly thought it was me cause I tend to spoil in that kinda weather and a quick deep check of my pits confirmed I had an odor, but wasn't as bad as what I was smelling.  Then Babydoll and a buddy walk in after school and say how much the apartment smells like onions.  Of course, it wasn't (all) me.  Am not blaming the new neighbors, mainly cause I don't smell it in the hallway, but something or someone new is happening nearby in a bad way. 

5 plus years here.  Was thinking about that recently and it feels both way longer and much shorter depending on my mood, but in real time, it is long.  Since we left, have received the stray comment that I should stay here.  From the sources of those comments, could tell that they were probably tongue in cheek that the US was better off without me.  In the last 2 weeks, have received four messages from wildly different sources that America is screwed and we are way better off here now.  I have always felt things were overblown and that this is just another ebb in the flow of time, but man, the hatred I see everywhere for each other is simply impossible to wrap my mind around and know that everyone is feeling the same.  Compromise is just not a thing that is even considered, and any discussion leads to immediate name calling and threats.  Why so angry dude/babe?  And that our leaders get into Twitter wars, especially the big boss that uses elementary school name calling as his main form of communication, disgusts me on a level that I didn't know existed in my soul.

I remembered another Tom Petty show I saw.  Know that I've cited this before and probably multiple times, but Labor Day weekend in 1982 me and a pal went out to the first US Festival.  A lot of folks say that the second one was better, but that is because they slept during the first one.  Look at this line-up.




All of these bands were at or near their peaks and cannot tell you how much this weekend shaped my life.  You can take a peak at all of the setlists at this great website.   Talking Heads and Police closer on day 1 in 1982?  Day 2 was unreal from the opening note and also coincided with my 17th birthday.  And Breakfast with the Grateful Dead, with Fleetwood Mac (complete with a perfectly fueled Stevie Nicks at the height of her mystical powers) to close out the weekend was mind blowing.  It was 115 degrees every day and we couldn't have cared less.  So many stories of that weekend, many that have been told in previous installments, and some that cannot be told in public.

The Boy is a couple of months in at his time at college.  The last three weekends for him included the free Concert For Unity, whose line-up I posted previously but had unannounced guests Coldplay and Stevie Wonder show up.  Next weekend was mid-term break and he jetted up to Boston to see friends from both Seattle and Taipei, caught a Red Sox game and went to Katy Perry.  They went to see her cause they knew a guy...bought the cheapest of cheap seats, but then got to go backstage and then hung at the mixing board for what was said to be a fabulous and fun show.  Then this weekend was the 200th anniversary party at UVA which included celebreties from all walks of entertainment and life.    That kid falls up and am so jealous, but the point is, and one that I think he has gleaned from his folks, is simply to "go".  Put down your stupid presumptions of what you think you don't like and see idols.  One of the things they told the kids at their Montessori school was that you have to try a food 11 times before you say you don't like it.  Those are words that I took to heart and try to use (with mixed success at times) in my life, which is why I can rail on stupid things like lemons in drinking water and camping.  I have done it and know it is not for me.  If you haven't tried something, feel free to keep your mouth shut when you want to criticize it cause you simply don't know.  You only live once (YOLO)  and life is too short (LITS?...I just invented that as far as I can tell) are things you hear, but in watching my mom's memory slip and starting to see signs of my own eroding, let me share another reason to do stuff.  People with memory loss mostly can't remember what they just did, but have complete recall of the stuff they did when they were younger.  My mom can rattle off every bad thing I ever did at the most appropriate moment.  Have fun experiences and stories to share cause it'll make for better listening to those that are tasked with hearing them over and over.

Speaking of which, here's another one.  A buddy of mine and I were big fans of SF Giant pitcher Matt Cain, who retired this year.  He wrote a letter to the fans about his last game.  You can read it here and it isn't too syrupy, but it kinda choked me up a bit and made me remember my last game.  Was on a softball team in Seattle for a good dozen or so years.  We were called various things...Blue Cats, Taqueria Gomez and The Real Men of Genius...but the constants were me and another friend named Mike.  I still have my Blue Cats jersey and wore it yesterday to baseball practice at school.  One of the moms asked me what Blue Cats were and told her that it was the softball team of the male strip club I used to work at.  She didn't say anything, but could tell by her reaction that she thought it plausible.  We weren't very good, never won much and even had a year where we lost every game, but those Spring evenings together were the highlights of our week regardless of the outcome.  We started out without kids, had kids, drank beers, and our biggest rivals were a bunch of 'roided up bouncers from the poseur billiard place, and another team of burnouts that wore Hawaiian flowered shirts in honor of Jimmy Buffett.  Dozens of players over the years, many whose names I can't remember, some lifelong dear friends, and even one guy we kicked off the team mid-season for being a complete dick.  During those dozen years, I had 5 surgeries on my knees and ankles, always in the off season, and never missed a game, although I was the guy that got replaced with a designated runner for most of them

In what turned out to be my last season, we were pretty good and made it to the Championship game.  Going into it, I sorta knew it was about done for me, which my doctor confirmed a few weeks after the game.   We won that day.  My last at bat was a freakin' rope that woulda been a home run for anyone else that I legged into a double.  I was on the mound for the last inning and a giant rainbow framed the entire outfield during the last glorious out.   Not a 13 year professional career, but just as meaningful to me.  This is one of my favorite pictures and for the life of me, cannot remember why we were holding up the number 7.

 As I was digging through photos, found some other team shots I didn't remember were in the archives.  This was our only other decent year when we took second place and features a 4 year old Boy

 This one has to be year one or two as we took on a stray (the dude next to me on the left) player from the league who wasn't very good, and might have been homeless, but we loved that guy.
I could, and often do, go on and on about that team, those fellas and good times, but will save for another time.  Thanks for indulging

A nuance to the English language has been bugging me recently.  I had never noticed it before, which seems really odd in that I have known Brits intimately for years, but when English people use the word math, they always add an 's' and call it maths.  Of course both are technically correct and it is a cultural thing, but they sound like idiots when they say it cause the 'th' always turns into a double "ff" as in..."Me mum always said I was good at maffs".  Babydoll and I were discussing language and I made the case that English was better cause it can expand and change while Chinese has been static for 2500 years.  It came up as Betty was saying some of her Asian traveling partners were calling an Australian in their party "kangaroo", which in Chinese is "pouch rat".  They cannot even adopt a single foreign term outright as not a single sound can be added to their precious and perfect language.  To her credit and my chagrin, B-doll made a pretty good case for the Chinese language and am pretty happy she has embraced learning it as it'll be a powerful tool in her kit.  Still, I'd rather learn Klingon.

One more.  Something I say a lot and always assumed was a common phrase, but have never heard anyone else use and always get odd looks when uttered is "you can't swing a dead cat without hitting..."  You can end that statement with whatever you like; A bad Asian driver, a humble Patriots fan or a well informed Trump supporter.  Swerved on you for that last one.  Actually, the next well informed Turmp supporter I meet will be the first one.  Looked up the 'dead cat' origins and found the below...that the incarnation of the one I use was first noted in 1980 makes a lot of sense.  See you next time.


Q From Mindy: I was discussing with my husband the other day the phrases no room to swing a cat and you can’t swing a dead cat without ... He related the usual origin of the phrases as referring to a cat o’ nine tails, but this sounds suspiciously like a folk etymology to me. Are the phrases really related, and do they refer to felines, whips, or some other cat-like object?
A The second of your phrases is variously completed as a way to express that a multitude of the person or thing described is present, as “You can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a priest” or “You can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a yuppie” or “you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a Starbucks”. This, however, is a modern creation — I can’t find an example of it before the late 1980s.
It’s almost certainly derived from your other idiom, which is some centuries older. It is indeed frequently said to be from that awful naval punishment. Most reference books say something similar to this entry from the Penguin Dictionary of English Idioms of 2001: “The original phrase was probably ‘not room to swing a cat-o’nine-tails’, and dates from the time when sailors were flogged on board ship. The floggings took place on the deck because the cabins were too small to swing a cat in.”
A neatly summarised explanation, it falls down on two counts. Nobody would have even considered a flogging in a cabin because the ship’s company would have been mustered to witness punishment. The only place to do that would have been on deck. (The cat-o’nine-tails was also a prison punishment in some countries but similar comments apply; the person to be flogged was tied to a post in the prison yard for other prisoners to observe.) Secondly, I can’t find a case in the English literature databases that mentions swinging cats in the context of flogging, or even ships.
The earliest known example of the phrase is this:
One house I know more especially by Cursitors-Alley, where the Man, his Wife and Childe liv’d in a Room that look’d more like, for bigness, a big Chest than any thing else: They had not space enough (according to the vulgar saying) to swing a Cat in; so hot by reason of the closeness, and so nastily kept besides, that it took away a mans breath to put his head but within the doors.
Medela Pestilentiae (To Cure the Plague), by Richard Kephale, 1665. In case you’re wondering, the absence of an apostrophe in mans is not an error — possessive apostrophes were not yet in use.
It’s clear that even by 1665 the expression was idiomatic. This makes it very unlikely that it should derive from cat-o’nine-tails, since the first mention of that term for the punishment device is in William Congreve’s play Love for Love of 1695. Your view that the story is a popular etymology is well-based.
The only shipboard connection I can find is the suggestion that the origin lay not in a cat but a cot, the naval term for a suspended bed that would swing with the motion of the ship. A contributor to the Calcutta Review in 1889 wrote: “Few cabins were spacious enough to allow of a cot swinging freely lengthwise (query, is not this the origin of the phrase ‘room to swing a cat in’?)” The term appears in an old letter:
The only cabin allotted to my use is the mate’s under the poop deck mid-ships, where the mizen mast comes through, being so confined, that there is not space enough to swing a cott.
Letter from a Mr Bradshaw, the Commander of HM store-ship Malabar, dated 3 Feb. 1814, found in naval records and reproduced in a discussion of cat-swinging in Notes and Queries on 7 Mar. 1914.
But this is surely just as much a false trail as the cat-o’nine-tails story.
This leaves its true origin unexplained. If the cat were a literal animal, why anybody should want to swing it at all is unclear. If they commonly did, of course, then the idiom would have naturally followed. It’s this puzzle that leads so many reputable works to suggest the punishment story.
A possible explanation was contributed by a reader after this piece first appeared. She found the following:
Swinging cats as a mark for sportsmen was at one time a favourite amusement. There were several varieties of this diversion. Sometimes two cats were swung by their tails over a rope. Sometimes a cat was swung to the bough of a tree in a bag or sack. Sometimes it was enclosed in a leather bottle.
Brewer’s Dictionary of Phrase & Fable, 1898.
I wonder if this is not one of Ebenezer Brewer’s more fanciful derivations? It doesn’t appear in more recent editions, whose editors have progressively pruned the original work of its unsubstantiable oddities. However, the last of his list of amusements is mentioned several times in old documents and Shakespeare alludes to it in Much Ado About Nothing: “If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat and shoot at me.” Other reports describe putting a cat in a hanging cask with a load of soot; the game was to bash out the bottom head of the cask without getting yourself covered in soot. Black cats were often chosen because of a belief that they were associated with witches.
It may indeed be that the origin lies in some such ancient cruel game.




Friday, October 6, 2017

October 7th, 2017

Have been on the invite list for a couple years now for a group called the Curry Council.  They get together on a Friday once a month for dinner and beers at rotating group Indian restaurants around town.  Had always passed on going cause I was afraid they would be another group of pompous ex-pat dudes that lament how SE Asia has changed over the last 20 years with the old "Thailand used to be so much more fun (re: easy to get young hookers) in the old days".  As this is Betty's high travel season, the Boy is off gallivanting around the east coast, Babydoll typically goes out with friends on Friday after school, I've lost some of my best buddies to the annual ex-pat exodus and that I really dig Indian food, thought I should give them a try.  While there were a couple of the aforementioned dickheads, most of the fellas seemed decent and think I'll give them another couple of tries.  One of the dicky-er heads was an Australian guy.  Let me share a little secret about Aussies...while the common image of them is the self depreciating lovable drunk, there is a deep vein of really angry inferiority hatred of (fill in the blank) that is reminiscent of the 60 million strong segment of the US population.  That they are funny about it, kind of like Bostonians, they almost manage to pull it off.  

One topic that was raised at Curry Council night was about a nasty traffic accident that occurred on the treacherous mountain road near our place that I had not heard, probably cause we were in the States at the time.  Seems that a cement truck lost its brakes going down the mountain and piled into a line of cars stopped at a traffic light and there was video of it on YouTube.  There were several videos and came across this one that not only shows that crash, but some of the more messed up ones from the Taiwan traffic archives.  Warning, their is some really graphic images in there, but if you dare, is totally worth 5 minutes of your time and will help you understand the idiocy we experience on the roads here daily.

Another Taiwan thing that drifted into my net this week.  The iconic Taipei 101 building, due to its massive weight, is thought to have reopened an ancient earthquake fault, which has caused the severity and frequency of tremors in the "Basin" to rise 300%.  Terrifyingly cool.

And the race is on to figure out what to do with the old airport.  The original one that served Taipei, and is still in use to a degree, is in the heart of the city.  Makes for a convenient in/out of town, but with the main international airport (30 minute drive from Taipei) expanding by 1/3,  and it just being linked to downtown via high speed rail, they are ready to turn the massive acreage of the old Songshan airport back to the city.  Would be easy to sell it off for billions, but some want to turn it into a Taipei version of Central Park.  I'm rooting for Central Park.

Comments.  I get them on occasion.  Not as many as I'd like cause it'd be fun to have this be more of a dialogue/duologue, rather than the usual soliloquy/diatribe, but what are you gonna do.  This morning, woke up to comments from the last five posts and the text was all in Arabic.

شركة مكافحة حشرات بالقطيف   

Ooooh, I pissed off ISIS.  I translated them and they read, "An insect control company in Dammam"  Think either I or an exterminator in Saudi Arabia, which still could be ISIS controlled, got hacked.  Still, keep those comments coming in whatever language you choose.

Last time, shared an article about American University being thought of as the second most altruistic college in the States, which gave some of us alums some pride.  Stupid.  This week saw ol' AU back in the news as someone hung 10 Confederate flag signs with cotton stalks stapled to them around campus. The signs included the phrase "Huzzah for Dixie.  Fab...stay classy AU.

While I'm on that topic, bought a pair of shorts from the bookstore last summer.   They're a brand I like and know my size, so didn't really examine them too closely while purchasing.

 Upon getting home and strapping them on, noticed something odd.  If you look closer...the drawstring isn't in the front but pops out in the back.
I know this is a quality control issue at the Champion plant (in Jordan of all places), but you know that when they noticed it prior to sending it to the silk screener, they said, "eff it, let's put it in the AU pile...those dopes won't notice it."  Guilty as charged.

The Las Vegas thing happened.  My stateside friends likely woke up to it, but for us, it was around 7pm when the first reports started coming across.  First two dead, then the tally kept rising.   I couldn't stop watching till I found out the identity of the shooter.  Wonder if my initial reaction is unique or if it shared by all people similar to my race and political bent.  As I saw the first images, but before they found the dude (always a dude), I prayed that the shooter was a white guy.  Once they said he was, waited with baited breath that he wasn't one of a couple of people that I know that have an arsenal and are down with revolution against something.

In body image news this week...Apple Cider Vinegar.  Although not a fan of fad diets, lost a ton of weight many years ago when I went on one, South Beach I think, but ended up putting the pounds back on plus.  Whenever someone starts in on their 'carbs/gluten/pop tarts' are evil mantra, or bores me with tales of how many steps their fitbit tells them they took today, I just want to shake them.  We all know that eating well most of the time and getting some exercise daily is the only sure fire way of keeping weight down.  There are outliers that are just fat, or couldn't get fat if they ate a whole pie for breakfast everyday, but for the rest of us, keep it simple and be diligent cause there are no easy shortcuts that work.  And enjoy yourself...food should be a pleasure and if you are constantly denying yourself, hate eating, what are you on this planet for.

That said, always keep my ears and mind open to new things and read an article by someone that drank a shot of apple cider vinegar every day and they found it really helpful.  Dug in a bit and apparently am the last person to hear about it.  Didn't even know the stuff existed and even Babydoll said that it is 'so good for you'.  Most of the reports give it two thumbs up...helps with digestion, cleaning out the pipes, natural appetite suppressor.  Less certain are that it helps with the skin and other organs and aids in weight loss.  The downside is it can mess you up if you take too much of it and that it can mess up tooth enamel. Thought giving it a month try couldn't hurt and started on the 1st.  Will give you a final report in November, but after a week can tell you that it doesn't taste good but not terribly awful. When I drink it, makes me think of sitting in the kitchen as a young boy dying Easter eggs.  And not that they were a problem before, but my stools are absolutely softer and in the BM game, soft and solid are a winning combination.

Tom Petty...seems like am doing a recollection of an artist I grew up with every other week after their passing.  I don't own a single one of his songs digitally and his stuff is so ubiquitous that never felt the need.   I remember exactly where I was when I first heard him.  It was in the backseat of my buddy Jim Youngson dad's car on the way home from somewhere and he played his first album on the 8-track.  Kicked 12 year-old me right in the ass.    Saw him at least twice that I can remember...once as a 16 year-old at the Irvine Amphitheatre in the early days when we could drive ourselves.  The other time was on July 4th, 1986 in Buffalo, NY where he backed Bob Dylan, who opened for the Grateful Dead that day.  Flew there on People's Express.  Quite the cast of characters were out for that one.  His video for You Got Lucky was a staple on early MTV, which we watched constantly for a couple of years at one point.

But by far the song of his that I love the most, can listen to on a loop and is one of the best driving songs ever is Runnin' Down A Dream.  Top 5 guitar riff ever and makes the hair on my neck stand up every damn time.

Rest in Peace Tom.