I got the archaeology bug early. Not the kind where you spend the day in the broiling sun on your hands and knees scraping away nano-wafers of dirt with an eyeliner brush. The kind you can do from your recliner. I like to dig for artifacts in the language. English is full of buried treasure.
It probably goes back to the day my dad told me that the Latin name for puffball mushroom, Lycoperdon, means “wolf farts.”
I’ve had the habit of looking up the meanings of organisms’ names ever since. Gymnogyps, the condor genus, means “naked vulture.” It’s a whole genus all right but the California condor is the only one that’s not extinct now and it’s hanging on by a tail feather. Not a head feather, though, because, like most vultures, they have naked heads, which is said to be helpful for hygienic purposes when you spend a lot of time neck deep in a stinky carcass. At least that’s what most people have assumed is the rationale, even though vultures are not over-delicate and have a number of habits we would find revolting in a human, such as peeing on their feet and vomiting at strangers. So the bald head might have more to do with maintaining temperature. After all, a vulture might have to dine away on dead wildebeest in the hot desert and then soar to an altitude below freezing without changing her suit. But if you have a nice fat neck ruffle to tuck your head into when you’re cold, and can stretch your bald head out when you’re hot, you’ve got a little more control over things.
Anyway the original point is their name comes from the Greek for naked, and yes, gymnasium comes from the same root, because it is the place where strapping young Greek lads got together naked and, let’s say, wrestled. Don’t tell Florida Governor Ron DeSantis though, or he’ll be compelled to eliminate school gymnasiums in favor of a chaste program of squat thrusts in the classrooms formerly devoted to history.
I do know that looking up Latinized taxonomic names isn’t really a proper etymological enterprise. It’s more like fishing in a barrel, but it’s still fun. The names were all assigned by individuals relatively recently and did not evolve organically over time. Linnaeus got the ball rolling with his method of naming organisms using binomials, with a genus name like Gymnogyps followed by a species name such as the now-superfluous californicus. These names can be descriptive or comedic or self-serving, such as if you’re Joe Blow and happen on a previously unnamed item and get to name it Joe Blow’s tiny little armpit-crevice beetle. And they can be changed when new information is discovered that indicates, for instance, that the critter has had some other ancestor in the woodpile, or if Joe Blow is discovered to have owned slaves.
Linnaeus did most of the initial heavy lifting but he didn’t know all the organisms, and people have been slabbing Latinized names on things ever since. Our friend the puffball, for instance, was given its name by a fellow named Christiaan Hendrik Persoon in 1796. Mr. Persoon is “generally known as the founding father of systematic mycology,” although how generally known that makes him is probably up to debate. He didn’t get around all that much. He was orphaned at three, never married, and lived in a squalid flat in Paris where he named mushrooms right and left. However I must assert that anyone who looked at the little scatterings of puffball mushrooms that blew up like bubbles and pooted spores into the air and thought “wolf farts” was not an irredeemable hermit.
In fact, I’d say he was a fun guy.
I had all sorts of etymological jokes floating unborn in the back of my head until you dropped that last line which flatlined everything. Oh my gawd, Murr, you’re as bad as I am.
Don’t say that. You’re scaring me Roxie!
One of the things that I enjoyed about going to a catholic school back in the day, as opposed to a public school, was that they taught phonics, which included extensive study of prefixes, suffixes, and root words, and what they all meant. I was mesmerized! (Yeah… am nerd….) When I come across a word that I don’t recognize, I use this knowledge (which I somehow miraculously retained) to divine its meaning. Then I look it up in my online dictionary to see if I was correct.
But I had weird obsessions when I was a kid, too. Egyptology when i was in high school. I read books that I would NOW consider too dry to read. I memorized the hieroglyphs and what letter they corresponded to. I did the same thing a bit later when I read The Lord of the Rings: I memorized the “Elvish Alphabet” that Tolkien created and would write notes to myself in Elvish. (Just in case anyone had any doubt that I was a nerd! 😉)
Okay, also, i must share something i saw the other day concerning a pair of black vultures! They were on my neighbor’s roof, sunning themselves. Then (as became apparent), the male stood up and extended his wings, then made a “Dracula cape” with them while standing before his mate. He looked like he was ready to mount her, but they just touched bills (kissed!) for a while and went back to sunning themselves. I hope they come back — they were adorable!
I love it when vultures do that! I suppose maybe they’re just airing their feathers or sunning themselves or something, but it does seem like they’re doing… what? Something like bodybuilding poses for each other’s aesthetic pleasure.
We never used to have black vultures here in Delaware — only turkey vultures. Then, several years ago, I noticed black vultures all over the place and hardly any turkey vultures. I read about them and the black vultures are from warmer climes. So I am assuming that climate change has expanded their territory, and perhaps the turkey vultures have moved further north?
I always figured they were trying to scorch their bugs. But posing for each other’s pleasure works too.
Several years ago when my dad was in the hospital with a UTI, there was a family of three vultures that perched on the windows of the (I think) emergency room. It all looked so funny and ghoulish, but of course WE weren’t in the emergency room. I always expected there to be an article in the paper about it, but that may have been bad publicity for Providence. Dad recovered. Don’t know what happened to the vultures.
I would be so heartened to see vultures outside my hospital room.
SO many things today! We had Phonics in a rural Oklahoma school, (back in the day, no longer I suspect) and I taught my kids- their teachers marvelled at how well they read etc.
Also named one of the kids for Linneas and took all of them to see the flower in his Uppsala, Sweden, garden. None of the class ever topped that one, and yep, I raised more nerds just like me.
I have no idea what method they used to teach us to read. I definitely remember not being able to read and wondering why half the other kids in the semicircle could read Dick and Jane. The next thing I remember is going to the principal’s office to read for her. I guess it happened fast.
Mimi:
1. I love your nerdiness
2. I may have mentioned this before, but for two decades using phonics to teach reading was outlawed in California public schools. (No kidding! Getting caught doing it would get you fired in a heartbeat, but the best teachers found ways to sneak around that). Phonics, though indispensible, has come and gone and come and gone while people have fought over whether or not they could make more money by teaching some other way and re-issuing all the textbooks, even though all the data that people were ignoring showed that indeed, phonics works best. There is even a book about that called “Reading Wars.” Rudolf Flesh’s “Why Johnny Can’t Read” (1955) was a popular book about the problem. I hope phonics is coming back to stay. My wife is currently researching a book on the subject. I hope that she gets to write it. (She’s 80.) One of her war stories is about another teacher showing her a secret stash of phonics materials in a locked school closet, with an admonition to keep it hush-hush.
3. My parents had a copy of Partridge’s “Origins” on their bookshelf, and I used to open it to sometimes random spots and read it. By the time the Internet came along and friends were sending me lists of “fascinating word origins,” I could recognize that it was all folk (read “fake”) etymology. I always sent replies explaining why each and every one of them was wrong. They eventually quit sending me such nonsense.
1) Why, I declare, Jeremy… you make me blush! I haven’t blushed in a VERY long time. Although I probably should.
2) So… Phonics is basically “word porn?” No wonder I was so enthralled with it. I was very precocious as a child!
3) Nothing like correcting people to stop getting them to send you shit! Now if i can only get people to stop scrolling through pictures on their smart phones that I’ve apparently “just gotta see!” Usually their grandbaby. “Yup… that’s a baby all right” is my usual response.
Blush away! You’ve earned it. About that number 3)…I had a friend who was a global warming denier and moving further right in everything. I used to be on his emailing list for political BS. One day he sent his mailing list something he said was a press release from NOAA. It wasn’t. I immediately recognized the fake global-temperature data, as it had been in circulation for some time. And if anything could be the opposite of an NOAA press release, that was it — it was something from a lobbying group dedicated to convincing everybody (especially legislators) that there’s no global warming. I told him he could send me all kinds of debatable stuff, but please, no lies. He stopped sending me shit. Actually, he blew up briefly in a reply email and never spoke to me again.
You’re better off. BTW, do you know this guy’s YouTube channel? I LOVE it! He’s not dry, and he has educated me a lot about politics. https://www.youtube.com/user/briantylercohen
I’d hop in here but I don’t want to intrude on you two.
That’s right considerate of you, ma’am.
But we’d welcome you if you want to make it a troika.
Not sure why this particular sentence stuck out to me: “But if you have a nice fat neck ruffle to tuck your head into when you’re cold, and can stretch your bald head out when you’re hot, you’ve got a little more control over things.” But it did.
I have a nice fat neck ruffle and I’m losing my hair too. I think I just need to adjust my attitude.
“I memorized the “Elvish Alphabet” that Tolkien created and would write notes to myself in Elvish.”
Ha! I can out-nerd that. In 10th grade I had memorized the Elvish alphabet and took notes in my American Government class in Elvish. Nobody ever asked to borrow my notes when they missed a class (or slept through class, since the teacher was absolutely boring as hell).
You have out-nerded me! I bow to you!
I never got past copying out the Ring inscription and posting it on my bedroom wall. You’re the champ!
I didn’t do any of that but I’m pretty sure my dad learned Elvish.
You reminded me of a lovely piece Benjamin Franklin wrote about farts: https://teachingamericanhistory.org/document/to-the-royal-academy-of-farting/
“Tympanies!”
Thank you! Reading that made me wax scent-imental.
I used to wonder about how things got their names and why. For instance who was the first person to call this thing I’m sitting at a “table” and why? Whay is a potato called a potato? Even going back to Latin or Greek roots there is still the who and the why.
Try going back to Indo-European roots. Not that it will tell you who…
@river: potato is derived from a Taino word for sweet potato. The Spanish took it and applied it to all root tubers. A better word for non-sweet potatoes would be derived from Quechua, since those potatoes actually came from the Andes, not the Caribbean. But these are the joys of having things named by men wrapped in steel and toting guns. Or their tonsured, robe wearing, cross-bedecked counterparts.
Prefixes, suffixes and — hey, roots! There ya go.
I don’t know if this qualifies as out-nerding, but when I was in seminary, I noted that many Greek letters looked like mouth shapes and then decided that it would be possible to construct an alphabet based on the shape of the mouth and position of the tongue while making the sound of each letter. Thinking about it took longer than the actual diagramming. If memory serves that took a very short period of time of looking in the mirror and drawing.
Do you still have the alphabet??
Good lord, Murr! The comment section on this blog! When I eventually add you to Medium (as promised!), I want all these people to visit & comment over there, too!
Yeah, I’m just stepping back and letting it roll!
Reminds me of of a Klingon quote:
Klingon:wej qaSmeH poH vIghaj.
Translation please?
Arrgghh. Grrrrrrr!!!! lol. add a few adjectives and adverbs. Throw in a offensive noun and you have it.
Dolichos lablab. Dolichos dolichos dolichos! Lablablablab! Cimicifuga racimosa. Cimicimicimi! Oh, how my sister and I used to torment our father’s 80 year old girlfriend during an otherwise pleasant garden walk by shouting Latin names, back and forth, to each other, until she wilted and went back to the house for a martini.
You were odd children.
Vomiting at strangers? I could get behind that (but definitely not in front of it). What a handy party trick! If I could somehow eject it through my windshield at the a$$hole who cut me off in traffic, that would be truly magic.
Peeing on my feet I can do, and that doesn’t really impress anyone.
Why I’ve done that myself, and not only in the shower.