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February 14, 2014

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There is too much ‘Angst’ in the world. By all means do turn and toss at three in the morning. Not least because the most likely time you are going to die is at four (yes, I know it’s Valentine’s day today but that doesn’t stop facts).

Come to think of it my youngest nephew is called Valentin. Pronounced ‘teen’. Not ‘tine’.

Yes, Angst. According to my mother, and I know for a fact she made this up for dramatic effect, my first word was “anst” the ‘g’ left out because I started talking at age ten months. Don’t believe everything. Then there is Kindergarten, and later Weltschmerz kicks in. Closely followed by Zeitgeist.

A discarded banana skin leading to Schadenfreude. Which, naturally, and in my experience, the English delight in. Not least because Schadenfreude is German. So they can wash their hands of it and any insurance claim. A bit like Pontius Pilatus. Though have always felt sorry for him.

U

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  1. One of the great strengths of the English language is how it borrows words and phrases from others…. possibly because the English are too lazy to invent their own words or because if they use foreign wods they think they sound erudite, the etymology of which apparently extends backwards (can you realy extend backwards?) to the latin rudis: rude or untrained.

    As for banana skins… anyone throwing one on the groung should be fined for littering.

    Comment by magpie11 — February 14, 2014 @ 15:59 | Reply

    • Another strength of the English is how to make a drama out of a crisis. I am not belittling the plight of many people currently caught up in wind and floods.

      I live a stone throw away from the coast and there are wind pockets (particularly around high rise buildings) which literally try and dislodge the legs underneath your feet. Talk about passion. The other day I came out of a building and the wind force was such I stood still and held on to a metal railing. Till it passed. And yet, I have encountered so much worse. In countries where people take it in their stride. Sorry to say, and you know I am fond of the English, but a country that goes into spasm at a little ice and snow (still to come, no doubt) I can only laugh at.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — February 14, 2014 @ 16:40 | Reply

      • I have little sympathy with those who seem not to undersand the word “flood” as in “floodplain”… as for the Levels… it has long been known that Vermuyden’s efforts there were not appropriate (unlike on the Fens) …. horses (or drains) for courses. The Levels are meant to flood…. that’s what Mother Nature has decreed….

        As for snow and Ice…. there is a little excuse in that it is not a regular occurence… courtesy of the Gulf Stream I suppose…..

        Drama? Like stress, we all need a bit of it in our lives….. and excess of it? Dangerous. For I doubt that the appetite ever does sicken and die…… addiction.

        Comment by magpie11 — February 16, 2014 @ 12:01 | Reply

  2. Electrical banana
    Is gonna be a sudden craze
    Electrical banana
    Is bound to be the very next phase

    Discarded banana skin and Schedenfreude? well OK – soking them didn’t quite work out as hoped.

    Comment by Chuck McConvey — February 14, 2014 @ 17:29 | Reply

    • In this your reply you sound like me, Chuck. Slightly opaque. Which is good. Force someone to think before you answer.

      Earlier today I read your entry about your wife. I have not, as yet, been able to formulate an adequate response. She has been released. As have you. I hope you will breathe a little lighter than for a long time. And if that includes a tear, a sigh, a single Malt to mop it all up – so be it.

      Ride the wave.

      Ursula

      Comment by bitchontheblog — February 14, 2014 @ 18:11 | Reply

  3. I’ve read so much British literature I’m constantly misspelling the American equivalents of the same words – putting in ‘gh’ or ‘e’ on the end. It’s the blonde in me – or is it blond? Poor Valentin doesn’t have the luxury of having his name pronounced the same way with the ‘e’ or without it. Happy Valentine’s Day Ursula – with the ‘e’.

    Comment by reneejohnsonwrites — February 14, 2014 @ 18:34 | Reply

    • It’s the Blonde in you, Renee. And I am copper. I still remember the day the Angel came back from school, exasperated. You pronounce the same sequence of letters one way and another, actual spelling different. It’s frustrating. Even the French don’t play you that way. And the Germans just say it as it sounds and is spelled. Where that leaves Italy I am not sure. Or Spain. Try and pronounce Chorizo before you put your gutturals out of place. Talking of which: I have a thing for Holland and Denmark. And the variety of American accents. Not that American accents are guttural. They twist with their tongue. Remind me to tell you about the first time I watched “A Streetcar Named Desire”. I intuitively knew what Marlon Brando was saying. Yet didn’t understand a word. I am getting better.

      And a Happy Valentine to you too. Still have to get my head round your last post.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — February 14, 2014 @ 19:00 | Reply

  4. I don’t think schadenfreude is especially English. It’s a widespread attitude found in certain individuals all over the world. In fact the universal addiction to news stories is partly explained by people’s desire to feel better about themselves by reading of other people’s misfortunes.

    Comment by nick — February 14, 2014 @ 22:23 | Reply

    • Schadenfreude is very English, Nick. In fact, looking from the outside in, I find it shocking how they laugh at someone else’s misfortune. And then, or at least the uneducated English, will tell you it’s a German word. What’s that got to do with exchange value of the Euro against the Pound? I am not being funny here. Couldn’t believe it when I first arrived here. But then the English are slow. After all, they are still dining out on 1966 (Ref. football).

      As to your second assertion I don’t know. Bad news do sell. Good news being no news. Maybe you are right yet can’t help feeling that a lot of people react more with a sigh of relief “here by the grace of God go I” rather than maliciously enjoying someone’s bad luck.

      Mind you, and as an aside, and I nearly posted on it this morning yet decided against it: One story made it into today’s papers. A guy (I deliberately do not mention names) who cried crocodile tears that he shot his girlfriend exactly one year ago. Through the bathroom door. If you have a temper own up to it. Accident? My foot. Not that he has even one [foot]. Or leg to stand on. Anyway…

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — February 14, 2014 @ 22:57 | Reply

  5. The only thing that does not drive me bananas about bananas and angst related to it is this gem – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9L9angh4KdQ

    Comment by rummuser — February 15, 2014 @ 01:10 | Reply

  6. Not into Valentine’s day, huh? 😉

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — February 15, 2014 @ 15:19 | Reply

    • No I am not [into Valentine’s day] or any other artificially manufactured day (not even Mother’s Day – particularly not Mother’s Day). Every day my son puts his friendly face (still in one piece) round my door is Mother’s Day to me. Happy.

      As to Valentine: If someone wants to give me flowers – there are hundreds of days to do so. Choose your pick.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — February 15, 2014 @ 15:38 | Reply

      • I always thought I nice bouquet gathered from wild flowers was a nice addition to a dinner table…

        Comment by Lorna's Voice — February 15, 2014 @ 21:41 | Reply


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