What's in a name...
I like words. I like the way they sound, I like their subtle shades of meaning, their power, and most particularly, their ancient roots, their origins. For example, I recently became fascinated with the rather new TV word 'Glucosulin' To begin with, it really sounds great. Glucosulin. I dare you to say it out loud and not feel as though there's hope in the world. Plus, you can just forget its meaning and have fun with it. "Would you like a a little Glucosulin with your tea, you fat excuse for a human being?!" Yes, it's a dietary supplement sweeping the tube (late at night...when you're snacking.) Consider its long journey from the words Glucose and Insulin, to its current form. Whose idea was it to mix these two together? And why? Were they drunk? Was it some sort of strange speech impediment that caught on with the general populace? Or more likely, did the TV entrepreneurs get a hold of these two words and decide to do what they do best - unnecessarily fancy them up? Makes me think.
And speaking of the paths words take to arrive at their current form, how can anyone not be entranced by the rocky road traveled by the old Germanic word ' ficken' (to move back and forth)? Was it first used in carpentry? "Grab the other end of this saw and we'll ficken it across this log." Or is it the Teutonic ancestor of 'fickle'? "First you say we should sack Rome, then you say we shouldn't. Boy, you are one ficken barbarian." Of course, it could very well be the root of another word that describes a back and forth motion, but if that were the case and I expounded upon it...this blog would probably get censored.
I won't be trying Glucosulin...as I'm trying not to spend my money on foolishness...other than wine, women, song...and the occasional, singularly satisfying Krispy Kreme donut!
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