Roadtrip Review No.1

This is a review of blogs who participated in the A to Z Challenge 2023 starting with those who were frequent flyers in my Comments…

Misky over on IT’S STILL LIFE, has been posting poems accompanied by AI-generated images for the A to Z. Not only has she inspired me in my return to poetry writing, but since AI is a hot topic now, the incredible images in her posts have caused me to begin my own evaluative exploration of AI – and may I say how generous Misky has been in giving me pointers as to where to begin! Having tried creating some pictures myself, using the Midjourney bot on Discord, I still cannot begin to imagine how the AI creates the pictures. I can however, imagine the processes of Misky, the poet and I urge you to go and read and look… I should add that Misky is a multiple poster, she offers a Twiglet Writing Prompt as well as participating in many other peoples’ prompt series.

An image generated by Midjourney to the prompt “a community of bloggers around the world sharing their post

D B McNichol is a seriously productive writer of at least 32 novels on Goodreads alone and whose perspicacity was demonstrated by the fact that she gave up the whole of April to the A to Z Challenge! Having pre-prepared all of her posts in advance, she was then free to spend at least four hours a day reading other people’s blogs 35-40 0f them, and commenting on them! Her own posts were lists of Small Delights, Simple Pleasures and Significant Pleasures which challenged the reader to consider and add their own favourites. Donna had retired from a career in IT before she even started writing books and if the effort she has demonstrated on the A to Z is anything to go by, it’s no wonder she has become a successful author – Kudos!

Deborah Weber is an old friend from the A to Z Challenge and each year she has written compelling Abercadariums of great subjects – and this year she wrote from a list of obscure colour names. Not only were the posts fascinating in themselves, but Deborah wrote in a free-association way (which she talks about in her Reflections post) rather than the more usual linear delivery. To my mind, this is not only the most preferable way of writing or talking (see my post on Alastair Cooke) but the essence of why we read blogs. A blog is not a textbook and Deborah with her free association gets my vote every time! I should say that as a sometime signwriter, specialist decorator and artist, Colours are right up my street anyway…

Sadje in her Keep it Alive blog, is another multiple-strand post-er of ideas and challenges, and although her domain name says “life after 50 for women” – her challenges and advice as well as her readers, are for and of both sexes. You only have to look at her use of Categories in the banner at the top of her site to see the variety of subjects tackled by Sadje… For her theme this year, Sadje posed a series of (challenging) questions designed to stimulate her readers to do more with mind, body and spirit – use it or lose it might be her motto…

Josna in Tell me Another (story) does just that – she shares stories about a recent visit home to India from the States where she now lives. Visits home are always a poignant mix of reminiscence and comparison with the person we are now and the place where we now reside and Josna does not disappoint. You will be transported to the sights, sounds, tastes and smells of Josna’s India as well as her more personal thoughts…

Lady Lee Manilla has been someone who once followed, has been the most prodigious presence in my Jetpack (WordPress) feed! Another multiple post-er, every day, Lady Lee has shared her poems, her photos and her life with her 1,438 followers of whom I am obviously just a recent addition! Her enthusiasm for poetry – her own and others – and the warmth of her sharing, have endeared Lady Lee to me…

I will be continuing these reviews because there are many left to describe but I have been working for three hours now and my stomach is demanding breakfast…

Another iteration (you always get four) from Midjourney to the prompt “a community of bloggers around the world sharing their post” – weird and wonderful…

Yoke

This poem is in response to the # What do you see photo prompt on Keep it alive by Sadje – chosen for May 1st International Labour Day…

Image credit; Dobrinoiu Denis @ Unsplash

Yoke

Her yoke is just a branch
no carved wood
save for the notches
anchoring the buckets
but a curved branch

A branch selected
for its curve
when loaded
with full buckets
to fit her shoulders

She shoulders
the load
every day
sometimes
more than once

Once
her shoulders were
not so curved
her yoke too
straighter

She cannot straighten
now, even when she
un-shoulders
her load
of water

Water every day
but no tears
a faint smile even
as she picks her way
homewards

Home where the
tree grows
that yielded
her curved branch
yoke.

H – He hath eaten me out of house and home – Shakespeare

Not a hard one to figure out – if a guest is rapacious enough in their appetite and consumes everything in the pantry, then one is eaten out of the house and home and forced to go out for more supplies – hopefully having evicted the house-guest. H proved a difficult letter to find suitable phrases for, but with this one, we get the chance to consider the many phrases whose origins are ascribed to the great William Shakespeare – this particular phrase comes from Henry IV, Part 2, Act 2 Scene 1. As I said under apple of my eye, another phrase ascribed to the Bard, I cannot but help wondering, sacrilegious as it may be, whether Shakespeare originated all these phrases or was simply the first to commit them to paper. The Shakespeare’s Birthplace Trust have no doubts though and have a webpage called Shakespeare’s Phrases which cites the phrase and the play in which it appears  – make up your own minds…

Here are a few:-

“The clothes make the man” Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 3

“The be all and end all” Macbeth, Act 1, Scene 7

“Wild goose chase” Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene 4

“Brave New World” The Tempest Act 5, Scene 1.

The last one gives an example of how one phrase has been propagated – Aldous Huxley, surely a man well-educated in the Classics and Shakespeare, used “Brave New World” as the title of one of his own masterpieces which has in turn become a shortcut in any article describing utopian/dystopian paradigms but for all our familiarity with the phrase now, was it in common usage since Shakespeare and before Huxley or only a quote known to the cognoscenti, the literate class? Just as we have already encountered phrases which have multiple theories as to their origins, theories which multiply faster than rabbits in the warren of the World Wide Web (how’s that for a mixed metaphor!) – so with Shakespearean phrases, only by searching all written material and all recorded word, and counting all the occurrences could we truly know the answer…

The Clothes Make the Man – Photo by Taha on Unsplash

Lastly, we have only one “H” Cant language example from Wikipedia‘s excellent article on the subject… Hijra Farsi, from South Asia, used by the hijra and kothi subcultures (traditional indigenous approximate analogues to LGBT subcultures)

E – Early Hours – flowers, Early Doors, and The Elephant in the Room…

Though similar sounding, Early Hours and Early Doors, are quite different in origin. The first is another example of Cockney rhyming slang whilst the other, though now associated with football commentary, has an earlier origin.

Although theatres no longer practice the Early Doors system, the phrase was popularised in football commentary and much like Back to Square One, has achieved a universality in the wider world. From this excellent blog on word origins – “Why footballers, commentators and fans say ‘early doors’, when ’early’ or ‘early on’ would work just as well is probably due to Big Ron, otherwise Ron Atkinson, a well-known television football commentator, a former player and manager now regarded as one of the characters of the sport.” However, in the wider world, Early Doors has indeed become a favourite elaboration on ‘early on’.

Early Hours is rhyming slang for flowers and is a clever reference to the fact that the flower markets in London opened very early in the morning to allow the fragile blooms to reach the shops in peak conditions. Early Doors, on the other hand, goes back to the Nineteenth Century theatres and music halls in London who came up with the idea of charging a premium for patrons to go into the theatre and select their own best positions in the unreserved areas. This is seen in modern days in paying a premium fare to board a plane at the front of the queue rather than experiencing the general scrimmage.

So now we come to “The Elephant in the Room”

We all come to know the meaning of this expression at some point in our lives because it is a frequently used simile for people ignoring refusing to acknowledge the most obvious thing in a given situation, just as an elephant in the room would be hard to ignore. The origin of the expression is less well known but is from an 1814 short story by Ivan Krylov – a poet and fabulist ( a composer or teller of fables), called “The Inquisitive Man”. A man who has just visited a museum runs into a friend and is effusive about the wonders of nature he has just seen, and he enumerates them. His friend, who is obviously familiar with the museum, says to him “but did you see the elephant? (…) I’ll be bound you felt as if you were looking at a mountain.” But the first man has failed to notice the elephant – absorbed as he was with the smaller exhibits – embarrassed, he begs his friend not to tell anyone that he had failed to notice the elephant in the room.

A fable, as opposed to a mere story, consciously tries to tell us something with a special or enlightening meaning and I am sure that Ivan Krylov would be proud to know that his short story has given us a phrase which has no equivalent for its simplicity and memorability. We may talk of Occam’s Razor, or that which is Staring Us in the Face, but the Elephant in the Room wins hands down!

Lastly, today’s example of Cant (see the letter C post for an explanation or go to Wikipedia) is Engsh, from Kenya.

D – In Deep Water (Out of your Depth), Dead in the water, Doozy!

There are many phrases used by sailors to describe the position of ships that also, often denote relative degrees of safety or jeopardy and In Deep Water is one of them. Given that the most dangerous things that can happen to a ship are those that happen close to the shore (land) you might imagine that In Deep Water might be a safe place to be but this expression means that, in the event of the ship sinking, there is no possibility of salvaging anything. After all, in extremis, one option to save the ship, or at least its crew and perhaps cargo, would be to run the ship aground or “beach” it, but if you are in deep water off, say, a rocky cliff, then beaching is not an option…. Other positional terms include In Deep Water has changed its meaning to be almost synonymous with Out of Your Depth,(when you are swimming and can no longer touch the bottom and thus stand)but “in deep water” still somehow retains the menace of destruction eg. “The boss wants to see you – you’re in deep water!”

Which segues nicely into “Dead in the Water” – a phrase that refers not to dead people but dead ships. Certainly, in a naval ship was dead in the water it would mean that it’s masts and spars and very likely it’s steering had been shot to pieces by cannon fire and that the ship cannot move with the wind and thus cannot manoeuvre – it is a sitting duck and any crew still standing are likewise vulnerable. However dead in the water could be applied to a ship which is completely becalmed but we shall return to that with the letter “I”.

A word I used in a reply to somebody made the post today because I had no idea where it originates – Doozy. I first encountered it in a short story by Kurt Vonnegut Junior, one of my favourite writers and it seems that Doozy is an American term. In the story, the government has determined that intelligence must be equal amongst all men – and since the lowest levels cannot be raised easily, those with high IQs must be brought down a peg or two (another one I will have to look up!) and so the husband of an unremarkable wife, intelligence wise, receives regular electric shocks to the brain, eliciting the sympathetic response from his wife “You poor love – I can tell that one was a doozy!” The word stuck in my brain and I began to use it, however, because of the context of the story, I assumed it to refer to very bad things. In fact, it means “The very best of its kind” whether that thing is good or bad. This site suggests the meaning is a corruption of Daisy which was used especially in the late 1800s as a slang term for someone or something considered the best. I’ll buy that…

There are no Cant languages beginning with “D” “in the Wikipedia article.

B – The Bitter End, Between a Rock and a Hard Place, Brass monkeys, Butcher’s Bill, – Sailors’ terms

Today we come, for the first but by no means the only time, to sailors’ jargon – in particular, sailors from the days of the great wooden sailing ships of both the (English) Royal Navy and what we would now term the Merchant Navy. Sailors’ lives are still lived apart from their families, from “landsmen” even from sailors from other ships, most of the time – so as a profession and even as individual ship’s crews, sailors develop their own special lexicon of words and phrases. This is not, I think, to keep their communications secret as is the case with say, Cockney rhyming slang – rather it is just a collection of job-related jargon  – yet some of these phrases have gained wider parlance although their original meaning may have been lost or obscured in the process. Some sailor’s phrases are obvious enough in meaning “washed up” for example, but others need a bit of explanation such as the following…

“The Bitter End” – this has assumed the meaning “when you get to the very end of a situation – the “end of the road” but it is in fact, a misquotation of the seaman’s phrase “having reached the biter end”. We are familiar with the sight of the capstan – a massive winch radiating spokes pushed on by sweating sailors and used to haul up the ship’s anchor. However, the thickness of the anchor rope (hawse) and its wet and even slimy condition, would not have made it possible to wrap it around a capstan, Instead, a thinner rope went around the capstan and was attached to the anchor rope where it came aboard by a sharp hook called a ”biter”, that dug into the anchor rope and pulled it aboard. This thinner rope was only as long as the distance from the capstan to the “hawse hole” and so when the “biter” got near to the capstan, the hawse had to be secured momentarily, and the “biter” repositioned at the hawse hole again, ready to pull in the next section of the hawse. This moment was known as “reaching the biter end”, and whilst the sense of the expression was understood very appropriately by non-sailors, the real meaning together with the biter (as opposed to bitter) was lost.

That the expression should have gained such wide traction, is a testament to the evocative idea of reaching, with bitterness, the end. Another expression which has travelled far beyond its (non-naval) origins, is:-

Back to Square One” which expression I have heard even in non-English parlance – though quoted in English, which is a surefire sign that no better expression exists in that language*. Its origin dates back to the early days of Sports coverage on the BBC Home Service (now BBC Radio 4). Commentators could not figure out how to describe the movement and position of the ball action on the football field and so the Radio Times (a magazine of programme listings) published a diagram of a football pitch with all the lines and markings and numbering the important areas of the pitch. The commentators soon abandoned this cumbersome descriptive system and realised that describing the action, the possession, the player names, the direction of travel and the kicks and tackles, was all that was required for listeners who could fill the rest in with their imagination. Brief as the usage of “Back to Square One” was, historically, it gained widespread and even international usage to mean “Back to the Beginning”. We will discover I coming posts that many phrases have disputed origins and an alternative suggestion for “back to square one” is the game of Snakes and Ladders, but only one snake can take you back to square one and so it is not a universal occurrence during the game and I for one side with the football commentary explanation!

The French, whose language was once the official language of International Diplomacy, have never forgiven the English language for having usurped its place and one expression of this anger, is the attempt to root out “Franglais” words – English words that have been adopted by the French for want of a better native word, or vice versa. I would suggest that this rigidity is the very reason for the success of the English language because despite its occasionally quirky pronunciation issues, it is easy to learn since you can string words together in any order (no waiting for the verbs at the end of the sentence) and without having to gender them and yet be understood. As well, English happily admits Franglais or any other foreign words for which it has no equivalent –  such as Picnic (from the French – Pique-nique) to enlarge its diversity! Examples of English to French Franglais include blazer, brunch, burger, blog and brainstorming – and that’s just the B’s! Ironically, the attempt by the Académie Française, to restrict the entry of English words, is the very reason why they enter common usage in French-speaking countries (Quebec is equally disdainful of Franglais) – if a language is set in aspic, not allowed to grow and meet the challenges of new objects and ideas, what are people to do?

By Item is held by John Oxley Library, State Library of Queensland., Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=14511438

Between a Rock and a Hard Place…” – this is not hard to understand once you realise that it is a sailor’s term – a rock is a rock and the “hard place” means the “shore”, a “lee shore” is a shore that a ship is being blown towards, and since it is impossible for a sailing ship to sail directly into the wind but only diagonally towards it – so if your ability to sail diagonally towards the wind and away from a lee shore, is compromised by a rock to windward and you are in a very dangerous position…

Cold Enough to Freeze the Balls Off a Brass Monkey!” – you may be beginning to see the “lost in translation” aspect of sayings overheard from sailors by landsmen in which case, you will not be surprised to learn that this expression has nothing to do with statues of simians cast in brass losing their genitalia!

A “monkey” on a wooden ship, especially a warship, was a (usually) wooden tray with rounded depressions in which cannon balls were stacked in preparation for the battle – the last thing you wanted was heavy cannon balls rolling around the deck of a pitching deck – let alone a “loose cannon” – so cannons were secured (against recoil on firing) by strong ropes and cannon balls were kept on a monkey. I said that monkeys were usually made of wood, but admirals or very lucky captains, who had made a lot of money from their share of “prizes” (captured ships, evaluated and paid for by the Navy) – were allowed to prettify their ships with gold leaf, dress their crews in custom, fancy uniforms, and purchase brass monkeys rather than the standard issue wooden ones. Now here’s the thing, a monkey was carefully designed so that you could pile the cannon balls up in a pyramid to maximise your supply of cannon balls in as small a space as possible but the thermal coefficient of expansion of brass (the monkey) and iron (the cannon balls) is different – the brass monkey shrinks more than iron in very cold conditions. Now, the carefully spaced second and subsequent layers of the pyramid are too big for their positions and can roll off the monkey hence “Cold Enough to Freeze the Balls Off a Brass Monkey!” – Simples! Not!

Lastly, we come to a term probably used by Soldiers as well as military Sailors – “The Butcher’s Bill” – which sad term represents the reckoning of dead and wounded following a battle.

I hope you have enjoyed the elucidation of these sailor’s terms and rest assured there will be more to come – but for now, that’s the B’s done!

A – The Apple of my Eye, Academic – Contranyms…

“You are the apple of my eye!” – If ever there was an expression that we all use and know the meaning of but which – when you really think about it – does not quite make sense – this is it! The indefatigable Wikipedia has this to say “The phrase “apple of my eye” refers in English to something or someone that one cherishes above all others.” So much for the usage, it then goes on to say “Originally, the phrase was simply an idiom referring to the pupil of the eye.” Wikipedia continues that the earliest recorded usage is from the 9th Century in a publication attributed to Alfred the Great (he of the burnt cakes and the persistent spider) but then refers to Shakespeare and finally to the King James edition of The Bible. Shakespeare is credited with originating so many words and phrases that one has to wonder whether it is merely that he was such a prolific playwright and thus he is the first to write down certain things – after all, who goes around inventing words and phrases – especially a man who played to the hoi polio and to the gentry within the same play – jokes for the former and subtle machinations for the latter. Would it not be confusing to be inventing things? Likewise with the bible – surely the translator from the Hebrew text, used common parlance or idiom to make the Bible understandable. However, both Shakespeare (in Midsummer Night’s Dream) and instances in the bible seem to be using the Apple of Your Eye to refer to the dark pupil at the centre of the eye, or possibly to the entire eye. Personally, as a lover of apples, I always took the phrase to conflate the seeing of and comparison to a beloved object such as an apple…

Photo by Perchek Industrie on Unsplash

My father, who was an academic at the University of Oxford, was fond of pointing out, that “To most of the world, the word Academic, means irrelevant!” That makes the word Academic a contranym – a word which has two opposite meanings – high brow and irrelevant. Other examples are:-
To cleave

Definition 1: to join or adhere closely; cling.

Example 1: The shy baby rabbit cleaved to his mother’s body.

Definition 2: to split or divide, especially by cutting.

Example 2: The hunter uses a Swiss Army knife to cleave the rabbit’s meat from the bone.
To sanction

Definition 1: to permit or grant approval.

Example 1: In some countries, the government sanctions the ownership of guns by private citizens.

Definition 2: to condemn or penalize.

Example 2: In some states, the government imposes sanctions on the ownership of guns by private citizens.

Where does the word academic come from? Plato’s Academy was taught by the great philosopher in the public gardens known as “the grove of Akadēmos,” a legendary Athenian of the Trojan War tales (his name, Latinized as Academus, apparently means “of a silent district”), who was original estate-holder of the site”, see here for more.

Photo by Ray Harrington on Unsplash

Do contranyms make the learning of the English language more difficult than other languages (do other languages also have contranyms? Do please tell…) Not as hard as the verbs at the end of the sentence putting (German) or having to know the gender of objects (many languages) and not always either guessable or logical either! There are not such an onerous number of contranyms to be learned and to dumb down the language by avoiding their use would, I think, be a loss –  so I cleave to contranyms…*

Lemons and Land Use…

If you have seen my Theme Reveal for the A2Z Challenge 2022, then you will know that I am writing about becoming Vegetarian gradually as a response to the crisis in food supply chains sparked by the pandemic and made worse by the WAR in Ukraine. As well, I am keeping to the theme I originally planned of food which can be eaten in its own right as well as becoming an ingredient in other dishes…

Giant Lemon from Crete

In case you are thinking that nobody eats Lemons in their own right, I have a guilty pleasure to confess – when nobody around me is looking I eat the slice of lemon from my, say – Gin and Tonic – and maybe even my partners. Zest, which is the name for the outer layer of citrus fruit and contains the oils, also means enthusiasm for and so, when I owned a Frozen Yoghurt shop – I called it Zest!

To be fair, Lemons are mostly used as an ingredient for other dishes and rather than following the trite maxim “If Life Gives You Lemons – Make Lemonade!” here is a list of the many wonderful things you can make with Lemons. For example, the giant lemon pictured above next to a normal lemon, is cooked by the Greeks, in syrup and served on yoghurt or ice cream. We hid in Crete for six months whilst the pandemic was at its worst and from our apartment balcony, you could reach over the rail and pick lemons from a tree which reminded me of Andrew Marvell’s – The Garden in which he describes the bounty of cultivation thus:-

What wond’rous life in this I lead!

Ripe apples drop about my head;

The luscious clusters of the vine

Upon my mouth do crush their wine;

The nectarine and curious peach

Into my hands themselves do reach;

Stumbling on melons as I pass,

Ensnar’d with flow’rs, I fall on grass.

Lemon Curd
Lemon Meringue Pie
Lemon Marmalade
Lemony Greek Roast Potatoes
Limoncello
Preserved Lemon Mayonnaise
Lemon Drizzle Cake
Lemon Sorbet
Lemon Posset

I invite you to contribute your own favourites using this yellow skinned, zesty miracle…

Lastly, I want to share some more about the issue of the land it takes to raise meat compared to a vegetarian diet. I take this quote from here.
A Bangladeshi family living off rice, beans, vegetables and fruit may live on an acre of land or less, while the average American, who consumes around 270 pounds of meat a year, needs 20 times that.

Nearly 30% of the available ice-free surface area of the planet is now used by livestock, or for growing food for those animals. One billion people go hungry every day, but livestock now consumes the majority of the world’s crops. A Cornell University study in 1997 found that around 13m hectares of land in the US were used to grow vegetables, rice, fruit, potatoes and beans, but 302m were used for livestock. The problem is that farm animals are inefficient converters of food to flesh. Broiler chickens are the best, needing around 3.4kg to produce 1kg of flesh, but pigs need 8.4kg for that kilo.

Other academics have calculated that if the grain fed to animals in western countries were consumed directly by people instead of animals, we could feed at least twice as many people – and possibly far more – as we do now.”

There is a lot more in that article… If you have been trying to cut down on the amount of meat you eat in order to save money, or the world, whether as a result of the ideas shared here or because you were already on this track, please share how it is going for you and what you would like to know more about or see discussed…

Roadtrip 5 AtoZ 2021 Challenge

A trip round some of the blogs I didn’t manage to visit during the Challenge in April!

Time and again in the Blogosphere as viewed through the lense of the AtoZ Challenge, I encounter writers who demonstrate the maxim “A Writer is someone who Writes!” Given that it used to be said (before print on demand made self publishing so easy) that for every novel published, another 4000 were written but not published – the prospects of success as a writer are slim, is it then the case that many of us write simply as a hobby? I have two novels on the go and one seems to be trying to birth a sub-plot into a novel in its own right. I have, in the past been to a real-world writing group and being quite sanguine about making any sort of income from writing, I guess I can answer that question for myself – I write as a hobby! There are so many writing prompts in circulation – not least of all – the AtoZ Challenge and how many bloggers in its ranks can say that they are as prolific the rest of the year as they are in April. To be fair, there are certainly some that I am subscribed to who daily fill my social inbox with one if not more – often prompt inspired- pieces which certainly makes them writers who write daily. Myself, I really enjoy writing and other things being equal I could write all day – my novels for sure, but blogging too – and enjoy the socialising that blogging brings with it. When you are in either a real-world writing group or an online one, and Covid has certainly favoured the latter – then its not just the quality of the writing of your fellow travellers but their personalities, companionship and even friendship that are on offer. All of which musings were inspired by the first of this post’s mini reviews…

Star Trek’s “Data”

hdhstory.net is the home of a storyteller and in his “C” entry for AtoZ 2021, “A Computerised Mind” we have personal revelations aplenty. First a wish to have a mind like “Data” from Star Trek, whose positronic brain allowed for so many skills even though our writer would only wish for such a brain providing he could keep all the emotional attributes of a human being which “Data” lacked… Secondly, and bravely for a writer, he admits to being a slow reader though I think ruminative would be my choice rather than slow. And thus, through such revelations do we come to know the writer a little and if we like and we choose to interact, maybe friendship will follow…

Welcome to My Magick Theatre is the home of a prolific writer, novels abound as do blogs – truly she must be glued to her desk… The link I have chosen is to her “Z” post which was on the subject of Zealots since Carrie-Ann Brownian is a writer of historical fiction amongst other things and Zealots is a fascinating insight into feuding families in Florence (see what I did there? Who doesn’t love a bit of alliteration!) Reading the About page, Carrie-Anne endears herself to me by her choice of typeface – as a graphic designer (among many things), whose roots go back to hand-setting type at school, I love anybody who goes beyond accepting the default offerings of their computer. This is an author, and a blogger that one can, metaphorically speaking, get your teeth into! Unsurprisingly, of the six bloggers who Liked this post, three are known to me and two of those are also novelists. If novels are not your bag, then Carrie-Anne also has a page on which she lists all the music in her collection alphabetically, and giving the medium she possesses – shades of “High Fidelity”…

Ha! Not saying it’s greedy but here is Carrie-Anne Brownian again! Any relation to the eponymous discover of Brownian Motion – ‘cos this gal just cannot keep her fingers still and has two blogs in the AtoZ 2021 Challenge.

“This was my eighth year doing the A to Z Challenge with this blog, my tenth with two blogs. Much to my disappointment, for the fourth year in a row I had to suffice with a fairly simple theme, one I didn’t need to do a huge amount of research for. I remain hopeful I can return to more research-intensive themes in the coming years.”

Reflections page – https://onomasticsoutsidethebox.wordpress.com/2021/05/07/a-to-z-reflections-2021/

Given that the theme of Carrie-Anne’s blog Onomastics Outside the Box was Medieval Tuscan and Italian (plus a few other nationalities) Names – I tremble to think what a “research-intensive” subject might be. I realise now that here is an author who loves lists so the quip about “High Fidelity” might be nearer the mark than I thought. You have to admire the perspicacity of this blogger and if you love names, international versions of names, are a novelist or another list addict this is the blog for you…

Chapter 15 – On the Road Again.

If you were following my novel “Train Wreck” as part of the AtoZ 2021 Challenge, you will know that, due to other pressures such as my day job, I didn’t get beyond Chapter 14 in my attempt to finish the novel during April. So here is a brand new chapter…

(Author)

Next morning, Stig and Jack and Alex did indeed make an early start in the cold of the pre-dawn desert air. First stop was to pick up Gervald from the edge of town then they headed back out of town to Oscar’s shop. None of the inhabitants of Erehwon were up and about to witness their departure and they pulled round the back of Oscar’s to the garage where Stig’s Land Cruiser was stashed without observing or apparently being observed by anyone. Gervald wanted to pick up some things from his Camper Van but Stig said that it had already been collected and driven away by some of his agents and indeed, made Gervald wait, crouched down in Alex’s car until Oscar had come out and opened the garage for them; then Gervald was slipped into the other vehicle behind the cover given by Alex, Jack and Oscar. Stig had already spoken to Oscar by phone the night before so they didn’t waste time departing after saying goodbye to Alex who gave Jack almost as big a hug as Katie had back at the house.
Some fifty clicks back toward the capital, they rendezvoused with another car which had been waiting for them and Gervald was sent on his way to an undisclosed location – he had been very co-operative but nervously silent the whole way. He thanked Stig but was clearly uncomfortable to be out in the open and travelling on with yet another stranger. “Tough!” said Stig to Jack as they got back into Stig’s vehicle.

So! You and Katie! What gives? Many men might be jealous of the hug she gave you on leaving but Alex seems equally appreciative of you…” Stig asked, the moment they moved off on their own again.
Jack recounted the story of the previous day when Stig and Alex had been off hunting Gervald. “I really didn’t think such things happened here – not in our society…” Jack concluded.
“I’m afraid there are some sides of human nature so shameful both for perpetrator and victim, that victims will conceal the truth and shield their abusers. The settlers chosen to come here to Hawaii 2 were carefully vetted and on the whole, families where abuse was taking place, were successfully detected and rejected, quite a number in fact – since those perpetrators were actually attracted, consciously or unconsciously, to the idea of escaping to a new frontier where perhaps their crimes would be even less detectable. Abuse runs in families, perpetuated down the generations and over time, a number of families have come to the attention of doctors, schoolteachers and what passes for social workers here. As you know, we don’t really need a permanent Social Services and those citizens who are interested enough to develop the skills needed, tend to do it in an ancillary way to their lives and over a long period. Its not the sort of thing that enthusiastic amateurs can pick up as and when as with many of the jobs here. I will ring Alex and put him in touch with the best people for Katie to talk to and they will also follow through with her father. Because of the rarity but great importance in resolving cases of abuse, a lot of effort goes into dealing with them.”
“That’s great Stig! I would like to hear how she – and Alex- get on – it was a flying visit but it helped me to talk to Katie and to be of help to someone else too…”
“I’m glad, Jack!”
They drove a few clicks in thoughtful silence, then Jack asked “So what’s the plan now Stig?
“Well, I thought you might like to see Douglas and your Mother – its quite a way but I have initiated some enquiries which I don’t need to be there for in person and you surely have some tales to tell and catching up to do. I want to keep you by my side for a bit until we have at least a handle on your case, but meanwhile, we might as well stay out of sight at the safe house where Douglas and your mum are! Right?”
“Alright! Thanks! You’re certainly right about there being a lot to tell – riot prevention, kidnapping, rescue and social work! Not to mention islands and deserts that I’ve never seen before. It’s been exciting but I could do with a little down time with family!”

Whilst Gervald and his handler had forked southwards, Stig now drove himself and Jack north-east and after crossing the Mississippi well up from New Orleans, they turned north towards the frontier-lands where Stig had sent Douglas and his grandmother for safe keeping. They followed the river for a while and Jack watched the great barge-rafts that took the heavier loads downstream that the equally slow airships couldn’t manage. He had been up this route before, as a child with his father when he had accompanied him on business trips during the school holidays. His father had displayed an excitement at watching and explaining to young Jack, the workings of the mining, manufacturing and transportation that formed the economy of Hawaii 2 and that sense of excitement was still there for Jack now. He told Stig a bit about his father and his memories of family life and then asked “What about you Stig – where did you grow up?”
“I don’t often tell anyone much about how I grew up here on Hawaii 2 because it seems to me, that our family and one or two others, like President Widnes’ family, are somehow contrary to the spirit of our society and even though it might be for the best of reasons – to protect the ideals of Hawaii 2 – it still troubles me.” Replied Stig.
“How do you mean Stig?”
“Well I didn’t feel it so much growing up, – I mean my brother and sisters, we all went to normal schools like everybody else. It was as we got older that we wondered about our father and his occupation – or rather lack of it. I know lots of people choose not to work here, at least for a period as they find their way, but you can only barely get by on that allowance and although our family home was not luxurious in the sense it might be on say, Hawaii 1, it was well developed by my family over a long period going right back to the earliest settlement of the planet and just supporting a family our size in such a place, cost more money than the state allowance… Eventually, I broached the subject with my father. By then I was at college studying history – both that of Hawaii 2 – pretty bland really, but also the history of old Earth and the colonisations.”
“What, and there was lots of material available on old Earth?” asked Jack.
“ Yes! History is not the same as technology – Hawaii 2 keeps that pretty well locked down and you only get to access it in person and with permission – as you know from Anna’s work.”
A silence fell over the two of them with this reminder of Jack’s still recent loss. Jack stared out of the window away from Stig as a wave of pain washed over him. They were emerging from an area of dense forest that lined the Mississippi river and was breaking up into clumps of trees allowing glimpses into the distance and eventually gave way to grassy plains. The change in landscape gradually brought Jack back to the present and he managed “History major, huh!”
“Yes indeed, not altogether my choice – I realised afterwards that my father had exerted quite a bit of pressure to steer me towards that subject although with time I grew to love it! You see, history explains why the response to discovering a planet so difficult to leave from, was to create the kind of Utopian society we have here.”
“What does Utopian mean?” asked Jack.
“The very fact that the word is not commonly understood here is part of a an experiment – and knowing the word as applied to your own society, changes the way you think about yourself or rather your society and that would change the experiment, so those who set up our world and it’s society, expunged the word Utopia from the record. You asked what it means, well it is any form of Ideal Society. A place which is perfect for a certain group and it could be socialist, capitalist, monarchical, democratic, anarchist, ecological, feminist, patriarchal…”
“Whoah!” said Jack, “I don’t know what half those words mean – monarchical? Anarchist? Feminist?”
“Sorry Jack, I forget that only someone studying Earth history would know those words or concepts! Monarchies were a social organisation that were ruled – controlled – by one family – a Royal Family or Monarchy. When I read about that particular form of social organisation, I started to think about our society and families like mine and the questions I started asking at home meant my dad decided it was time to have ‘The Conversation’!”
“Wow! – ‘The Conversation?’ – that sounds ominous!” Jack said with a mocking tone. Stig laughed and then said “Yes! I guess it does and actually it wasn’t just one conversation but an ongoing discussion that we had every time I was home from college. First off though, my dad did admit that our family was in something of a special position here on Hawaii 2 – sort of like Guardians of the Universe! I wasn’t so far from childhood that I wasn’t sucked in by a big old secret idea like that and so I agreed that I wouldn’t discuss my questions with other people for the time being. Over the next year, my dad explained how Hawaii 2 was set up as a kind of experiment in Utopian principles and he pushed me into following the appropriate threads of history I needed to explore in order to understand what he was saying.”
“Which was what, exactly?” Jack was clearly interested now and sitting alertly and watching Stig.
“Big question! I’ll try and put it succinctly and Jack! I feel that you are owed some greater understanding of all this because I am beginning to feel that it may have something to do with what has happened to you but as my father said to me, for the moment this is just between you and me – I don’t fully know what’s going on and I don’t know who to trust right now…”
“Understood!” said Jack seriously.
“Okay, so the way that old Earth was governed was by a bewildering number of different forms of political and social organisation – and I mean bewildering! I took me ages to get to grips with them all and not only that but they kept changing – frequently and often fast! And then there were different economic systems which may or may not be aligned to the politics. There were what was described as First World and Third World countries – countries were a way the broke down the continental masses into different regions and often there were wars between countries – sometimes over resources, sometimes over politics and sometimes for reasons I couldn’t make head nor tail of! Let me just give you some of the opposites – one or more of which could be in play in defining a particular country. You could be Left or Right-wing. People on the Left believed that all people were born equal whilst people on the Right believed that some people (them) were inherently better than others (not them)! They could be a Democracy or they could be a Dictatorship – Democracy all the people get a say or can elect representatives to have a say for them whilst Dictatorships mean one or more people control all the others. Then the economic opposites revolve around who owns things, you could have private ownership of everything or Public Ownership – the State. You may think that sounds reasonably clear but you could have State Ownership which described itself as of the Left but in fact acted as a totalitarian Dictatorship. In the Twentieth Century there was a World War started by Germany, a country ruled by a group who called themselves the National Socialist Party or Nazis. Socialism usually implied Left principles but these guys were a right-wing dictatorship who so objected to the Jews, that they systematically tried to exterminate them. And most of these countries were competing with each other in an economic system called Capitalism which required constant growth to work effectively and which more than anything, led to the climate and pollution crisis of the late 21st Century.”
“Whoah! Slow up a little – that’s a lot to take in!” said Jack shaking his head.
“Sorry Jack, I get a bit carried away when I start on Earth history!”
“Oh wow! Look at those Belliphants!” Jack was pointing across the plains to where a herd of large, indigenous herbivores were grazing about half a click away. Belliphants so-called because they were approaching the size of old Earth Elephants – extinct before the migrations – except with huge pendulous bodies with bellies that almost brushed the ground. They were found to be beneficial to the plains ecosystem which Jack and Stig were traversing by eating the tall coarse grass and allowing the fine growth that Earth-type grazers fed on. They were managed by tracking devices that made the animals feel queasy if they headed in a direction that didn’t suit the farmers who could place marker controls wherever they needed to and allow the Belliphants in at the right time of year to do their work – it was win-win! They were impressive beast and Jack had never seen them in the flesh.
“See! Don’t say I never take you anywhere Jack!” said Stig laughing but although having seen the animals before, was nevertheless transfixed by the sight too. They slowed to a halt and spent a few minutes just watching the herd move slowly along.
“Going back to our history lesson,” said Stig, “the guiding principles in setting up Hawaii 1 after the disaster that befell Earth, were founded on putting sustainability first, scientists were put in greater charge of things and democratic principles that meant there were no professional politicians but only a rotation of citizens was instigated. It was only partially successful because the population kept growing and so the economy had to keep growing too. Okay, its not as bad as old Earth but it’s a constant struggle to keep things on track. In the case of Hawaii 2, since the problem of getting people and goods off-world provided a natural limit to economic growth, it was decided to experiment with the most utopian society possible – no capitalism, no endless growth, no nationalism and no war-fuelled economies – but you know those founding principles from school history – right!”
“Sure! – so where do your family fit in?”
“Okay, so my father started by getting me to look at those jobs here on Hawaii 2, which can’t just be done by anyone – without expertise, often years of expertise. They don’t fit the usual pattern of people doing jobs because they fancy having a go, having a change, acquiring a new skill for the sake of it. You know – like the “social worker” I will put in touch with Katie that we were talking about earlier.”
“I understand – it’s not a regular job but there are people who know what to do.”
“Exactly, Jack! And if there are jobs and people outside the system, then presumably there need to be people who know about them – like you do the Social Worker.!
“You catch on quick – quicker than I did when my Dad was carefully shepherding me towards that understanding! One of the bits of old Earth history that he directed me to, was what was called the Bolshevik revolution. It happened in a country called Russia where the people had been ruled by a royal family for centuries – a small class of wealthy people around the Czar- as he was called…”
“What’s wealthy mean?” Jack asked.
“Wow, if you have to ask that then I guess we are doing something right here! Wealthy – Rich – same thing.
“Oh right, money- I get it!”
“So a small group of people, backed up by a slightly larger administrative class, extracting huge wealth from a vast mass of poor peasants – farm-workers that is.”
“So what caused a revolution? I mean if that had been going on for centuries…”
“Ideas! New ideas. There had been other revolutions before that but Russia was so huge and the people so isolated that they were late getting the new ideas. The particular ideas were called Communism or Marxism after the man who formulated them.”
“You mean like our communal farms?”
“Not quite – that is Commun-al-ism and though it was a part of Communism – you can have communal farms without Communism as your ideology. But there is one central idea in Communism which does lie at the heart of our Utopian experiment – “From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs”. Mark believed that if all the means of production was in the hands of the whole people, everybody would work hard, and willingly, to the best of their abilities and there would be plenty to go around for everybody. And in truth, that is pretty much what we have achieved here on Hawaii 2 but it’s not quite the way it worked out back in Russia”
“Why? What happened?” said Jack, who usually thought of himself as even more apolitical than the average citizen but now found himself quite fascinated at this link from ancient history to his own society.
“Well, people had been so used to the desire to climb up the ladder of wealth, for security at the very least, that they couldn’t leave it fully behind. Anyone who had a skill which was necessary, had a bit of leverage to get slightly more than those who had no skills – doctors, engineers and of course politicians who could wield influence – all of those sort of people extracted more than their fair share. As one satirical writer observed – “All people are equal, but some people are more equal than others!” And that’s one reason why we don’t have full-time politicians and as far as possible, no permanent jobs.”
“So are you saying that the people who have these special skills – like the Social Worker – that they get special rewards?” Jack sounded a little aghast.
“No, no! Our education system ensures that everybody has a sense of equality from the outset which is hard to go against – but in the beginning, with the first settlers, we had to be very careful to make sure that old ideas of wealth accumulation didn’t take root!”
“Ah! And this is where your family comes in! Am I right?”
“Right and bright Jack! Ther used to be more of us back then but now its just some of my family, President Widnes’ and a few others who still carry the torch.”
Jack whistled through his teeth. “Who knew!” he said.
“Yes indeed Jack – if anyone did know, then it might give them a different view of life here – perhaps they might feel manipulated rather than living out life according to choices made in common. So you see I really trust you with this Jack – though there is a reason why I am sharing it with you…”
“And what’s that, Stig?”
Stig stayed silent for a minute and eventually Jack took his eyes off the road ahead and turned to look at Stig.
“For all the years since Hawaii 2 was founded, so the “Special” observers behind the scenes have done their part, and without a shadow of a doubt, I believe they have helped our society to become the success it is today and the very fact that the number of people involved “behind the scenes” speaks to that, but I think something may be wrong. As if the train wreck was not sign enough, I mean nothing like that has ever happened here before, well there are things in Gervald’s story that are ringing alarm bells. Your kidnapping, the party on the island – undoubtedly the same one you were taken to, the presence of President Widnes with shady figures from another planet – it’s all adding up to something and I can’t figure it out and I need someone I can trust – someone completely outside the status quo, and that’s you Jack – if you are willing to stick with me…”
It was Jack’s turn to fall silent and a sideways glance by Stig showed that Jack was thinking hard.
By now they had swung northward, a range of mountains had crept above the horizon, snow-capped, which had at first made them look like distant clouds but had eventually resolved into what they were – the great continental divide. It was in the foothills of these mountains, that Stig had sent Jack’s mother and son for safety.
“Okay Stig, I’m not sure what I can do to help though – these last few weeks and days have made me feel like I know nothing about my own world – as if I’ve grown up with blinkers on!”
“Well you have certainly had a lot thrust on you in a short space of time – grievous loss, fatherhood, kidnapping and yes, the lifting of the curtain -such as it is – on life here on Hawaii 2!”
“You can say that again Stig!”
“But I guess why I am asking you for help, is that you have a quick grasp of things, however quiet your life has been up to now, and also you have a stake in solving this. Normally, an emotional involvement is contraindicated in such matters, but you have proved level-headed whatever has been thrown at you! Besides, I don’t have many choices! Don’t get me wrong, I have plenty of resources at my command, like the Rangers, but its at the top that I don’t know who to trust, outside my family of course. And I have the perfect excuse to keep you right beside me – following your kidnap that is so what do you say – fancy being my unofficial deputy?”
“You got it, Stig! Now how long till we get there?”
“It’s further than it looks – those are mighty big mountains and you can se them long before you get there – say another five hours… We could carry on but I am starting to tire a bit and there’s a town up ahead where we could stay overnight? Oh, and thanks Jack – consider yourself deputised!”
“If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to keep driving but I could take the wheel if you like – first official act as unofficial deputy!”
“You got it!” said Stig as he pulled over to the side of the road.