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I am Dani Smith, sometimes known around the web as Eglentyne. I am a writer in Texas. I like my beer and my chocolate bitter and my pens pointy.

This blog is one of my hobbies. I also knit, sew, run, parent, cook, eat, read, and procrastinate. I have too many hobbies and don’t sleep enough. Around here I talk about whatever is on my mind, mostly reading and writing, but if you hang out long enough, some knitting is bound to show up.

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    Monday
    May302011

    Paging Sancho Panza

    I am fascinated by fields of wind turbines. Over the past few years, we have watched the assembly of dozens of them along our horizon. The pieces are unloaded from giant cargo ships onto eighteen-wheeled trucks — the propeller blades longer than the trucks. Surely, I think to myself when I see the turbines idle, surely, nothing could make those great beasts move. Nothing, of course, but the sea breeze. 

    They are simple machines, these wind turbines. A post, an axis, and a three-armed propeller. They are elegant and powerful. Driving by them yesterday I wanted to measure their speed, to count their revolutions per minute, or perhaps more narcissistically to count their revolutions per my mile on the highway. I wasn’t driving and didn’t have a watch, so I just watched them spin, faster than I ever imagined, their titan blades slicing the blue sky. 

    Passing back through the wind farm in the dark, I was struck by the absolute precision of the blinking red lights on every turbine. Dozens of them, as many as I could hold in my field of vision, blinked their horizontal red lights on and off in perfect unison from the tops of their towers. I wanted a picture of the lights right then, a way to hold that image in my hand. I wanted a photograph of the turbines in the dark. I suppose that might be a stupid photo, a dark skyline, the lights of Corpus Christi on the horizon, a smattering of red dots. 

    I can’t articulate exactly what I want to capture in that photograph - the unity, the swinging power of the great blades in the dark. I know a photo doesn’t capture sound, and I couldn’t hear them over the road noise, but I wanted the photo to capture the sound I knew they were making, their great whump or whoosh. I can’t articulate how I would take that photo or why I want it.

    Only that I do. 

    Friday
    May202011

    You're Gonna Need A Lot More Rocks

    In a grass field along Partner’s walk to work:

    A sewer access point with rocks piled on the manhole cover, in the middle of a large grass fieldThere are no rock sources anywhere near this sewer opening. Someone had to find and carry those rocks across a big field to pile them on the manhole cover. It’s been like this for several days. This is six feet from a church sign that says, “Open hearts. Open minds. Open doors. Come as you are.”

    1. Why did someone do this?

    2. What did you/he/she/they/it think was down there?

    3. What kind of drugs were you/he/she/they/it taking?

    4. Who saw this happening and why didn’t they take pictures?

    5. Does the church really welcome what someone tried to stop with rocks? Or is this a sign meant to welcome people down the hole?

    6. Those rocks weigh less than the cover. You’re gonna need a lot more rocks.

    Friday
    May062011

    What's in YOUR closet?

    Cookie’s in the closet with a baseball, apparently

    Friday
    Apr292011

    Gymetiquette, an etymological journey (with bonus fries)

    In Texas, we have a particular way of speaking. We tend to draaaaaaw out some sounds, while shortn’n others. How much we draw or clip depends on our proximity to pump jacks, combines, and the Louisiana border. Dialectical nuances are created by the winds sweeping across the great South Plains. Some drawls are tuned to be heard over the lowing of cattle or the crashing of waves. Cities are too fast these days, of course, so the urban drawl is about twice the speed of rural cousins.

    I mention the peculiar vocal intonation of Texans because that informs the inflection of phraseology sometimes, and can therefore help you understand the etymology of a word I seek to define.

    Some (existing) background definitions (a pastiche of my Oxford American Dictionary on the Mac, my trusty red Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, 11th ed., and the Merriam-Webster online dictionary, where you can hear audio clips of the words in question, minus the Texas drawl):

    Gymnasium n 1. a : a large room used for various indoor sports (as basketball or boxing) and usually equipped with gymnastic apparatus b : a building (as on a college campus) containing space and equipment for various indoor sports activities and usually including spectator accommodations, locker and shower rooms, offices, classrooms, and a swimming pool c : a place where people exercise 

    Gym n 1 : See Gymnasium

    Etiquette n (fr etiquette, lit., ticket —> fr MF etiquetestiquette note attached to something indicating its contents, fr. MF estiquier to attach, fr. MD steken to stick; akin to OHG sticken to prick) the conduct or procedure required by good breeding or prescribed by authority to be observed in social or official life.

    Gym derives from gymnasium. Gym plus etiquette equals gym etiquette. This phrase is not defined by M-W, but Bodybuilding.com has a host of articles to teach gym-goers about exercise etiquette. We can extrapolate from the above definitions the sense that gym etiquette is ethical or socially appropriate conduct, procedure, or decorum in the gym or exercise setting. Related term: sweatiquette.

    Now imagine taking that phrase, gym etiquette, and applying a little Texas Panhandle to it, eliding the y, and shifting the stress of the contracted word to the initial e. Some possible spellings of the new word: gymetiquette, gemetiquet, gemetiket, jemetiquet, jemetiquette, j’metiquet, j’metiquette.

    My expert witness source recommends the spelling, gymetiquette. I like the vague (false) Frenchness of j’metiquette. This new word is a noun. It’s most frequent application is in the phrase, “Well, that’s not good j’metiquette,” as a statement that identifies a behavior so obviously OUTSIDE the standard of decorum as to be deemed ludicrously offensive, and perhaps hilarious.

    For instance, when the egomaniacal bodybuilder who never re-racks the weights correctly is caught fondling his girlfriend’s thong while they admire some nuance of their musculature in the gym mirrors as if no one else is in the room.

    While its origin relates to appropriate behavior in the exercise setting, the application of our new word extends beyond exercise to denote any behavior that not only violates contextual standards of decorum, but does so in a manner that is absurd and frequently hilarious (at least to observers).

    Examples: 1. When taking the cute boy who works at the bank out for a first date, if you order mountain oysters from the menu, he might suggest that “Calf fries on a first date are NOT good j’metiquette” before deleting your number from his cell phone. 2. If a person sits in the front row of an LSAT wearing nothing over his nether bits but a loose-fitting pair of cut-offs, the proctor might scribble “Gymetiquette fail” on the top of his exam. 3. When settling in for a friendly game of poker, if one of the players insists on licking every card, the other players might mutter, “that’s NOT proper gymetiquette,” before throwing pork rinds at the card-licker. 

    Witnessed poor j’metiquette recently? Share your shock and head shakes in the comments. 

    Monday
    Apr252011

    10 Things: POKE

    Need a little writing inspiration? How about a writing kick in the pants? 

    Join me for a game of 10 THINGS-INGS-ings-ings.

    Need a little refresher? Me too. I’m going to shout out a word and you’re going to use the writing instrument of your choice to scribble or type out the first 10 THINGS you think of. Ready? (I’ll meet you down at the bottom of the page.)

    10 Things: POKE

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    Here are my ten things for POKE!

    1. Facebook. Poke. 

    2. Poke in the ribs. A cousin of the nudge. 

    3. Cowpoke.

    4. The Pokey Little Puppy. Who didn’t actually do any poking or nudging.

    5. I need that like I need a poke in the eye. Or the ribs. 

    6. Pokemon. Pikachu. How is that even spelled?

    7. Poker - Texas Hold ‘Em and the Corb Lund song, “All I wanna do is play cards.” (On the album Hair in my Eyes Like a Highland Steer. I’d link it, but it doesn’t seem to have an official video. You’ll find it.)

    8. A fireplace poker out in my back yard, in the rain, oxidizing. Waiting to be picked up by a maniac, or perhaps by me, in self-defense, while gardening, to ward off the suburban lawn demons. 

    9. Is it dead? Poke it and see if it moves.

    10. Poke. “Ow, quit it.” Poke. “Ow, quit it.” You know, it’s a scene from The Simpsons. Poking Bart.

    11. (Who says I have to stop? POKE ON!) poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke (whatever you do, do NOT google ‘poke’ and then look at the images. No, stop!)

    12. Poke -> Polk. You know, Polk, Andrew Polk? Can anyone name me anything about this president? Is anyone even reading this?

    13. Poke the yolk and let it run onto your toast. (Do with this one what you will, but as I’ve gone through to link these, I’ve learned that ‘Poka Yoke’ is a Japanese term for fail-safing a system. Um, yeah.)

    14. Some people don’t let children have knives, pencils, forks, or other pointy implements (pokers?) for fear that the kids’ll poke or stab each other or themselves. Or. We could teach the children HOW TO USE these COMMON and USEFUL tools. Ahem.

    15. Poke and provoke sound a lot alike and are sometimes synonymous. Sort of like provoking me about prolonging children’s ignorance and then using the outcome to justify prolonging the ignorance. (Why do I want to put a ‘u’ in prolonging???)

     

    Poke me with a comment and let me know what tumbled out for you.