And Eliza says...
[1]English’s definite article, the word that says that the word after it is the
one you are talking about and not some other word that may or may not mean the
same thing. The is in direct contrast with a or an, which are English’s
indefinite articles, which do not describe specific things but rather members
of a class of the same thing. For example, the rock refers to a specific rock
that I may or may not throw at your front window as the fancy strikes me, and
if the fancy does strikes me you can bet your bottom dollar that I will throw
the rock—I am no turn the other cheek advocate, not by a long shot, guys, and
if you think you can chuck a fancy at me without me chucking something right
back at you then you are seriously deluding yourself. On the other hand, a rock
refers to any rock that I may have at hand to accomplish this purpose. An is
a’s little brother and is used in front of words that begin with a vowel.
English objects to the idea of naked vowels at the beginning of a word for some
reason and so insists that a consonant precedes them. This sort of Victorian
prudery went out the door during the 1960’s, of course, and normal people don’t
insist on this sort of rubbish anymore, but the grammar police still demand
that words beginning in a vowel have a consonant chaperone, lest the neighbors
start talking and give the word a bad reputation. All words would like to have
a good reputation, except for the swear words, for obvious reasons, and ain’t,
which has been disreputable for so long that it has a hard time imagining
itself as a reputable member of lexicographical society. It keeps on trying,
God love it, and who knows, maybe someday ain’t will be respectable. As Noah
Cross says in Roman Polanski’s film, Chinatown, ‘politicians, ugly buildings,
and whores all get respectable if they last long enough.’ The same process
might occur for ain’t; we can only hope. Ain’t deserves some respect, I think,
if only for hanging on for so long against the power of the grammar Nazis.
So to
reiterate, the is the definite English article and a or an is the indefinite
English article. Some languages, like Russian and Chinese, do not have articles
at all and do not seem to care, whereas other languages, like French or German,
can have three or more. This seems to be a matter of linguistic taste, along
with anchovies on pizza or mayonnaise on French fries, both habits that are
more than a little nauseating and which good parents should endeavor to
discourage in their children.
[2] A
natural phenomenon best known for its ability to ruin parades. I am not sure
why rain hates parades so much; the frequency with which rain will go out of
its way to ruin a parade suggests that the animosity is personal, which in turn
suggests that this is some kind of childhood trauma or perhaps the result
of a love affair gone horribly wrong, but science does know that parades invite
rain the way a white shirt invites spatters of spaghetti sauce. Given these
facts, one should always go to a parade with an umbrella and galoshes. Rain
that does not fall on a parade or anywhere else is called virga. This really
doesn’t have anything to do with anything we are discussing here, but it is the
sort of meteorological fun fact that you can impress your friends with at the
Fourth of July parade and fireworks show while you are waiting for the rain to
end.
[3] An
uninteresting word, well-known for its Bolshevistic tendencies. In its youth,
in was a Trotskyite with Bukharinist overtones, but after the Moscow show
trials began in began its full-throated support of Stalinism and demanded that
the security organs destroy all kulaks, class enemies, and wreckers. A lot of
this went on in those days and the people who had been Stalinists all along
could not help but notice that in was a little late to the game. In noticed
that the Stalinists noticed and, being a highly intelligent article as articles
go, decided to get himself out of the worker’s paradise before the inevitable
meeting with Vasili Blokhin occurred. So
in the summer of 1937, in had himself smuggled out of the Soviet Union
disguised as a bottle of cheap vodka. After the tumult of the October Revolution and
the Civil War and all the other crises that made early 20th century
Russia a bad place to sell life insurance, in decided that he wanted a quiet,
well-ordered existence where he would be safe from the Chekhists. He found this
existence inside the Oxford English Dictionary, where in resides to this day.
He is very old now, of course, but he is very happy that he outlived all the
other Old Bolsheviks and everyone who remembered the last time the Chicago Cubs
won the World Series (for those of you interested in such things, the Cubs last
won the Series in 1908).
[4] A
place. It rains there, or so I’ve heard.
[5] What
you can count on relatives to do whether you want them to or not. Free room and board will attract lots of
people that you only want to see on the Christmas holidays, and not even then,
to be perfectly honest. They are very nice people in their native habitat,
wherever that may be, and you wish they would go back there as quickly as
possible. In the meantime, they are eating you out of house and home, and
expect you to do their laundry and drive them to the mall whenever the urge to
commit commerce strikes them. I understand that family feeling should count for
something in this day and age, but frankly, I don’t remember when I started to
think that opening a not for profit
hotel was a good idea and I wish to get out of the business as soon as
possible.
[6] An
adverb, which is just a verb without full time employment. Please don’t start
on me; I know that the economy is hurting and that the competition for
full-time employment is intense. No one wants to hire English verbs anymore,
not when they can get a Mexican verb to do the same job for less than minimum
wage, but most adverbs are just not trying hard enough. If they had stayed in
school like their parents told them instead of hanging out in the boy’s
bathroom smoking marijuana and listening to that damn heavy metal music, they’d
all have good paying jobs now instead of living in their parents’ basement
playing video games to all hours of the night.
Am I right or what? Adverbs today are just a generation of slackers that
just don’t want to grow up. Annoying, and probably not politically correct to
say so, but true is still true whether you like it or not.
[7] Cf.
Note 3. Not going there again, folks. Been there, done that, got the
revolutionary t-shirt to prove it.
[8] Cf.
Note 1. Ditto.
[9] Yogurt
without the stale fruit on the bottom. I am not sure why anyone eats yogurt in
the first place. Eating something with the look and consistency of snot seems
to be a complete repudiation of what our mothers told us not to do in
kindergarten, but I seem to be alone in this opinion. Every year dairy farmers
turn millions of gallons of milk into yogurt and someone must eat the stuff
because it disappears off the store shelves with great regularity. I can’t explain why anyone would want to eat
yogurt, in much the same way I can’t explain why anyone would think voting for a
Democrat is a good idea, but someone must want to; they keep turning up on the ballot like termites in an old house. It’s just another of life’s little mysteries,
I suppose.
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