Eyeball grunting

Apart from reliving medieval massacres, there are various perfectly sensible reasons why one might want to thwack the ground in the spring. Mark Liberman has found a worm grunting festival which makes me wonder whether the underlying purpose might not be to wake up the worms, without whom stuff wouldn’t grow. (Worms are like eyeballs:…

Marseilles’ first female contract-killer

Having a gunwoman riding pillion on the scooter seems a good idea, rather like female coxes in boat racing. One can imagine few worse distractions from one’s enduring preoccupation with road safety than having some big sweaty guy fiddling with his gun behind one’s back.

Etymology of Aragon

One would almost suppose from nationalist eulogies that Aragón came from paragon. In fact it is a corruption of paraguas, umbrella, which, placed upside-down, clearly resembles the hydroelectric dams which the region so cherishes. There is a river Paragua in Venezuela, and in the City pressure is growing to rename that stately stream that with…

Optimising furrin

I do like Bryan Palmer’s WP aggregation plugin, which has replaced the horrible thing I cobbled together, and partly for the following the reason: it takes posts written in furrin and clears out all those dotted and dashed characters that make us straightforward Anglos feel nervous, sticking their Rechtschreibprfung up their posterior end, as it…

An old crab was I ere I saw Barcelona

More inspiring palindromes in OV Michaelsen’s Word Play Almanac. (Re Napoleon: there used to be, and may still be, a band called Remarkable Elba Kramer.)

Sparrows

As Spain disintegrates, Pedro de Miguel suggests that even sparrows are moving into the separate identity business: In Bilbao it’s not just the Bilbainos who are from Bilbao. If you’re not from round here then you really should look out for Bilbao sparrows: fat, glossy and prone to cockiness, they barely make way as you…