Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Everybody loves Olga -- Olga Semyonovna -- Olenka

The heroine and title character of Chekhov's short story The Darling is introduced as Olenka. Soon, someone addresses her as Olga Semyonovna. (Olga, daughter of Semyon.)And we're off to a world boggling to a Westerner, where a character called Kostya makes a remark and another character says, "I agree, Konstantin Ivanych."

After Olenka, we meet a Mr. Kukin. Not that he's ever called Mr. Kukin -- his diminutive of choice is Vanichka, and we learn belatedly that his formal name is Ivan Petrovich. (Peter's Ivan.)

Next comes Vasily Andreich Pustovalov, affectionately known as Vasichka. No need for confusion, he's a whole one letter away from Vanichka.

Finally, we meet Vladimir Platonych Smirnin -- Volodochka. Well, maybe confusion is what's intended. All the V's can't be an accident.

Volodochka has a little boy called Sasha. Or sometimes Sashenka. Anyway, the story ends before he's old enough to be called -- let's see -- Aleksandr Vladimirovich. Otherwise, he probably would've been the first of a generation whose diminutives all began with S (Stiva, Seryosha . . .)

It seems you form these diminutives by taking the accented syllable of the first name and adding an ending, preferably with "ka" or "sha" or "chka". It doesn't have to have anything in common with the original name except that one syllable.

Of course, the diminutives are only for use by family and close friends. Most people call each other politely by full first name and patronymic.

If it's too much for you, stick to the stories about soldiers -- they all call each other by their last names.


Portrait of Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, 1898




Monday, June 28, 2010

The better part of that second word on the Victoria Cross


I was going to update this little public domain story for a GC post, then decided it might be too inflammatory coming from outside the States. Here in Efisga, it's different.

A congressman from Missouri tells an Englishman: "The whole trouble is that we Americans need a damn good licking."

"Yes, you do," says the Englishman, pleased -- for a moment, because the congressman goes on:

"But there ain't no one can do it."



Thursday, June 24, 2010

Maryland Chicken: One Chicken Dish You Won't Find at KFC


You could call it Maryland Semi-Fried Chicken.

It's a recipe I'd known about for years but never tried, not because it was complicated but because it was so simple I was afraid it would taste boring. No spices, not even any salt or pepper, just chicken dipped in milk, coated in flour, browned in bacon drippings, and baked till it's cooked through. That's it.

But it was inexplicably popular at our house.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Spare photo

. . . from a few taken to illustrate a GC post called "McChrystal the Rock Star". Second career, as they call it.

Decided not to use this shot because I wasn't sure it was clear enough that the object was a guitar.


Not that it is, actually -- it's a Guitar Hero controller.

And since I've brought up this controversy, I should comment on it somehow. Well, I've always thought that if I wanted revenge on anyone I knew in the service, all I'd have to do was repeat some of the jokes they told at staff meetings.

Looks as if I was right.

Monday, June 21, 2010

My high school was so over budget, the yearbook had to be illustrated by hand


Well, actually . . . I needed an illustration for a post about Jay Leno claiming to have found strangely prescient captions in celebrities' high school yearbooks, so I snapped a few pictures of my own. This is one of the ones I didn't use -- I decided to see what it would look like as a rubber stamp.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Paraphrasing a hymn that's fallen out of favour




YHWH, I know You are near
I just can't pronounce Your name.
Maybe I'll just call you "Lord"
And we'll leave it at that.
What do You think?