Thursday, 1 January 2026
05:12 PM
Here's the final exercise that I did for our Old English poetry class. During that week we read something written in what's called metrical prose — it's essentially prose, but apparently Anglo-Saxon writers still liked their rhythms and their alliteration. ("Prose shaped like song" — Paull Franklin Baum) Unlike poetry, metrical prose isn't too concerned about the fussier metrical rules, and it doesn't include fancy kennings/metaphors.
A frequent topic of metrical prose was the life of a saint, such as Ælfric's Life of Saint Oswald. It's easy to imagine these pieces as entertaining (and, importantly, edifying) texts that were read out loud while monks ate their meals.
Our assignment was to write something in metrical prose that was kind of hagiographic. Here you go! :)
Wæs on þām tīdum yfel ealdum, micel unsibb wæs on þām lande, In those days there was ancient evil, great unrest was in the land,
mǣnige fīend wǣron feorrancumen and āfeohtan woldon. many enemies were come from far away and wanted to fight.
Se eþelweard Engla, Uther wæs hē gehāten, The king of the English, he was named Uther
on weg gehworfen wæs, þus wearþ rīce hlāforde bedroren. had passed away, thus the realm was bereaved of a lord.
Cnapa on þām lande lifde, cnihte tō his brēþer. A boy lived in that land, a squire to his brother.
Artur wæs his nama; þes esne his mǣge wel þēowode. His name was Arthur; this servant served his
relative well.
Medmicel wæs byre geþōht fram manigum geond þām lande The youth was considered insignificant by many throughout the land
ac hagosteald sceolde habban micelne hrēþ tōweardlīce. but the bachelor was to have great glory in the future.
Āne sumera ætīewde sweord; þe wæs seldcūþ wundersīen One summer a sword appeared; it was a strange and wonderful sight
forþam ecg wæs innan anfilte and þæt anfilte sæt uppan stāne. because the blade was in an anvil, and the anvil sat upon a stone.
On sweorde wāron stafas þa syndrigne stǣr ābudon: On the sword were letters that proclaimed a remarkable story:
"Se gūþrinc þe mē grīpan cann, sīe hē gamolfeax oþþe geong, "The warrior who can grip me, be he gray-haired or young,
and þæt bil ābregdan mihte and bealde fram þone stān ātēon, and can remove the blade and boldly draw it from the stone,
þes wer sceal wealdend bēon and weorþan sceal tō cyninge." this man shall be ruler and shall become king."
Fela þā fandodon þæt fæsthealde sweord to tēonne, Many then tried to draw that fast-held sword,
and woldon hira cræft ācunnian. Ac þā cēnan swuncon on īdel; and wanted to try out their strength. But the keen ones labored in vain;
þæt īsen næs āwegd, hine nān wīga ne brǣgd. the iron was not moved, no man drew it.
Āne dæge wæs lāc on Londenbyrig þær lēodan tōgædre cōmon One day there was sport in Londontown where people came together
on gefeohtplegan frēolsunge þone betestan fierdrinc tō nemnenne. in a fight-play festival [joust] to name the best warrior.
Betweox þām beornum wæs Artures brōþor. Among the warriors was Arthur's brother.
Artur wolde gearwian geatwa and byrnan Arthur wanted to ready the equipment and armor
þæt se hæleþ mid his hildum sylfne healdan mihte. so that the hero could protect himself with his sword.
Þā ongeat se geonga þæt þe hē forgietan hæfde — Then the youngster realized what he had forgotten —
hē þā secge on morgen on setle forlēt. he left behind the sword that morning in the residence.
"Wā-lā!" cwæþ se cnapa and fram campstede efste, "Alas!" said the boy and hurried from the fight-place,
wende hræþe tō tūne þær wunodon þā brōþor. he returned hurriedly to town where the brothers lived.
On sīþe geseah hē fǣringa sīen: On the journey he suddenly saw a sight:
sweord innan stāne ūplang standan. a sword standing upright in a stone.
Se hyse on þone stān āstāg and snellice þæt sweord ābrægd. The squire climbed on the stone and quickly drew the sword.
Lungre þā ācierde hē, tō cempanstōwe hwearf Quickly then he returne, he went back to the warriors-place
and tō þām mǣge him āgeaf þone wundorlīcan mǣce. and to his relative gave the wonderful sword.
"Hwanon hæfst þū þisne?" āscodon þā hæleþ; "Whence have you this?" asked the heroes;
andette se geonga; Artur sceolde reccan the youngster confessed; Arthur had to recount
hū cnǣpling būtan swāte swelce sweord begieten hæfde. how a lad had without sweat obtained a sword like that.
Nān wer þæs belīefde þæt cnapa swa wāc No man believed it that a boy that weak
drȳ-sweord of heolstre āna ūtdragan mihte. could remove the magical sword from its covering by himself.
Hīe þæt sweord eft on stān stellan dydon They had the sword set again in the stone
and hēton Artur þā ecge nīwen stefne ālynian. and told Arthur to free the blade a second time.
Eft se handþegn tēah and þone heoru brægd. Again the squire pulled and drew the sword.
Þā wundrodon ealle þǣra worda on hilte. Then they all marveled at the words on the hilt.
Hwæt, þā burgwaras sōna bugon and cnēowlodon, Lo, the citizens immediately bowed and kneeled,
oncnēowon sweotole þæt Artur cnapa sceolde cyning bēon. recgonized clearly that Arthur the boy should be king.
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Tuesday, 30 December 2025
08:33 PM
Some folks these days write up year-end pieces on 52 things they've learned in the preceding months — Tom Whitwell was the first one I encountered, and Nancy Friedman has written roundups as well. This year I managed my own! A 52-item list of things I learned is offered here for your inspection and possible amusement/enjoyment.
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The Wikipedia article about the Ship of Theseus has been edited so many times that not a single original sentence remains. I've seen this claim several times, but I don't know how you'd verify it. From a Reddit thread.
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The word squeegee is older than I thought. If you'd asked me, I would have guessed that it was a genericized trademark. But no; it's probably a nautical term from as early as the 1840s that might have referred to a mop or mopping. From Etymonline.
In the US, pickup trucks have gotten much bigger, and the cabin size has gotten much bigger in proportion to bed (cargo) size. This is best illustrated by a couple of charts. Here's a size comparison over time from Business Insider:
And here's the change in the proportion of cab to bed from the Diminished
Value of Georgia site:
More on the evolution of pickup trucks, including why they're so popular now, in Axios.
Once a seed "decides" to germinate, it's on a tight timeline. "The baby plant root has forty-eight hours after it decides to emerge to locate water and nutrients, and then push out a leaf or two and begin photosynthesizing, before it runs out of resources and dies." From the book The Light Eaters.
Do you have a zither? It's probably either 60 or 110 years old. Because the instrument has experienced a couple of revivals, "… it has become something of a truism that most zithers seen today are either 60 or 110 years old." From Wikipedia.
The Seattle suburb named White Center was almost named Green Center. "In 1918 [developers] George White and Hiram Green good naturedly resolved the question of what to call the booming community. White won a coin toss with Green, and thereafter the community was called White Center." The area is also informally known as Rat City (hence the team name Rat City Roller Derby). From HistoryLink.org.
Fire once helped preserve library contents that were written in cuneiform. Usually, of course, a library fire is a disaster. However, when the library at Nineveh burned 612 BCE, the fire hardened the clay on which scribes had written in cuneiform. Because of this, we know a lot about everyday life in Neo-Assyria. From the 99
Percent Invisible site.
How much energy does AI really take? Not as much as other common activities. One claim: "So if you’re skipping a simple GPT query thinking you are 'saving the environment,' understand that you’re making a choice equivalent to not eating ~1/17,000th of one burger. The environmental impact of consumer AI use pales in comparison to transportation and is utterly dwarfed by beef consumption alone". From a thread
on Threads.
Zildjian [the cymbal company] is the oldest manufacturer of musical instruments in the world. It's also one of the oldest continuously operating companies in the world; it's been in business since 1618. From Wikipedia.
The Smart Cow problem sounds like a joke but it's serious. The Smart Cow problem "… is the concept that when a group is faced with a problem, only one person has to figure it out and the rest will learn it by watching him". This problem has implications for things like computer security: it takes only one person to crack a cypher that is then cracked for everyone. Why a cow? Because when one cow figures out how to cross a barrier, the other cows will follow. From Reddit.
Icelandic speakers would rather create an Icelandic word than borrow one. "We have a very good old word for that." When Icelanders need a term for something, they like to reach back into their language rather than borrowing a word. From the Subtitle podcast.
How "I'm not a robot" checks work. At one point, AI was much better at solving old-style CAPTCHA tests — the mangled letters — than humans were. Now we have "I'm not a robot" checkboxes that can detect robots. "The click isn't the test. The test comes before the click." Fun video via Reddit.
Can brands of salt differ in how salty they are? Yes. The salt crystals in different brands of salt aren't just different sizes; they have different shapes as well, which is why one brand can seem saltier than another for the same quantity of salt. From America's Test Kitchen.
A few case inflections from Old English are still hiding out (albeit fossilized) in modern English. Examples include alive (OE on life with a dative singular ending);
olden (ealdum, dative plural); the more the merrier (þy/þy, instrumental). From Reddit.
Why libraries can't lend out an infinite number of ebooks. "You'd think a digital product would have an infinite lifespan, but no. Publishers often set an expiration date or limit the number of borrows an ebook can go through before it has to be purchased again." From a thread on Threads.
People have been braiding their hair for as long as 30,000 years. From Wikipedia.
The word ambisinister means "awkward with both hands". It's the opposite of ambidextrous. The Latin root sinistr means "left" and metaphorically "inauspicious"; the root dexter means "right" and metaphorically "skillful". I'm not sure how widely accepted ambisinister is, but it's listed in some dictionaries, e.g. Dictionary.com.
What "QR" in QR code stands for. Give yourself a second to think about this. Me, I had no idea. Answer: it stands for "quick response". From a fun history of QR codes on the GovTech Singapore site.
The printing press might have ruined English spelling. "If only the first printing presses had been delayed by a generation, English spelling would likely look completely different — and a lot more sensible." From Colin Gorrie's Substack.
OnlyFans makes incredible amounts of money. "In 2023, OnlyFans creators received a stunning $5.3B in payouts (more than the total NBA salaries of $4.9B for 2023-24 season)". From Trung Phan's Substack.
The most frequent injury in the US military is hearing loss. "Hearing problems are by far the most prevalent service-connected disability among American veterans." This has led the military to start adding suppressors ("silencers") to rifles. From the US Defense Department.
The weird little flap in cat ears is called Henry's pocket. More formally known as the cutaneous marginal pouch. The function of the pouch isn't clear, but "common conjecture regarding the usefulness of the Henry’s Pocket is that it helps aid a cat in detecting higher pitched sounds by acting as a muffler to lower pitched sounds." Who was Henry? Not known. From the Rover.com site.
Gas-electric hybrid vehicles have been around since the 1890s. Maybe not surprisingly, a pioneer in this design was Ferdinand Porsche. From Wikipedia.
Official multilingualism is the norm. "More than 80% of the world’s countries are officially bi- or multilingual." From the Linguistic Society of America.
English has a lot more vowels than many other languages. "In the sample of languages surveyed for this chapter, the average number of vowels in a language is just fractionally below 6". English has 13 or so (depending on how you count). German has even more. From The World Atlas of Language Structures Online.
The Mona Lisa (painting) didn't become famous-slash-iconic until it was stolen in 1911. More specifically, the painting was known but hadn't reached a wide audience, and it wasn't iconic the way it is now. There's a quick history on Reddit.
The three dots (or other glyph) that separate subsections or scenes in a text are called a dinkus. From a thread on Threads.
The number of threads of corn silk in an ear of corn is the same as the number of kernels. File this one under "makes sense once someone tells you". From Serious Eats.
Among famous bands are several "two-hit wonders". We all know about one-hit wonders, but it turns out that there are some well-known artists that are technically two-hit wonders (having top-30 songs), including Pink Floyd, Phil Collins, Jimmy Buffet, and The Clash. Fun (sad) fact: Creedence Clearwater Revival never had a #1 hit. From the Can't Get Much Higher Substack.
There's a shortage of carpenters in the US. "Builders have more trouble finding carpenters than roofers, electricians, or just about anything else, and by a wide margin." Part of the problem is that carpentry doesn't pay as well as other trades. From The Hustle.
You don't just go to the Hermès store and buy a Birkin bag. Customers "have to purchase a number of ancillary items and build relationships with a sales associate to get the opportunity to buy a bag". High-end fashion is a mystery to me in many ways. From the SatPost Substack.
Picking your nose might increase your chances of developing Alzheimer's and dementia. "The authors suggest that nose-picking damages the nasal mucosa, making it easier for the bacteria to reach the olfactory nerve and enter the brain." From Medical News Today.
Where do babies come from? People have disagreed. The notion that babies come from the union of an egg and a sperm (congenerism) has not been a universal understanding, and a variety of sometimes interesting theories have had influence over time. Sometimes it's been because congenerism was politically inconvenient or (probably more often) just plain uncomfortable. "According to al-Saghir, he himself had been conceived when his parents played a particularly hard-fought game of chess." From Asterisk.
Tuberculosis was once strongly associated with creative genius. In fact, "when TB rates declined in the U.S. toward the end of the nineteenth century, some physicians worried it would harm the quality of American literature." This and many other amazing facts about TB (like, TB has killed more people than any other disease in history) from the book Everything is Tuberculosis.
The second-most spoken language on the Titanic (after English) was Swedish; the third-most was Arabic. Ten percent of the passengers on the Titanic were Lebanese. From the Titanic Ship of Dreams podcast.
Most Canadians live south of Seattle. Not in the state of Washington, of course, but in terms of latitude. From an Atlas Obscura article on what the author calls "Mental Map Oversimplification (MMO)", which includes several other fun (and unintuitive) geographical facts like this.
Stripes on zebras repel flies. "Stomoxys flies released in an enclosure strongly preferred to land on uniform tan impala pelts over striped zebra pelts". From Nature.
Google didn't start out as a search-engine project. "Larry proposes that they’re going to work on this idea of a system that will allow people to make annotations and notes directly on websites instead of in a centralized directory like Yahoo." When they turned their attention to search, though, they nailed it. From the Acquired podcast.
Head lice are becoming resistant to lice shampoo. "Given that the drugs don’t work, the only viable debugging option is mechanical removal and surveillance—that is, adopting a primate’s steely rigour and using a literal fine-toothed comb to tease out both the lice and their future offspring." From The Local (Toronto)
Coolerators kept things cool, in various ways. The name Coolerator was used by a Duluth-based company for an early form of mechanical refrigerator. But the term coolerator was also used in windy and dry parts of the western US for a "cooler cabinet" that used screened openings and wet cloth to channel evaporation. There's a description in the Colorado County Citizen. Fun fact: The word coolerator shows up in Chuck Berry's song "You Never Can Tell" ("The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale"), no doubt referring to the mechanical fridge.
Foods are deliberately engineered with vanishing caloric density. "When a food melts down quickly in the mouth, your brain interprets the food as having no calories — as if once the food has disappeared, so have the calories". The result, psychologically speaking, is that it's way too easy to keep eating, how very convenient for snack-food companies. From the How Stuff Works site.
The filter+cone approach to making coffee was invented in 1908 by a German housewife named Melitta Bentz. "She punched holes in a brass pot and used a piece of paper to create a two-part filtration system. She put the pot on a cup, filled it with ground coffee and poured in hot water. The coffee filter and drip coffee were born." From the Melitta site.
The oldest Chinese restaurant in the US is in Butte, Montana. "The oldest continuously operated Chinese restaurant in America is not in San Francisco or New York, but in Butte, Montana, where 47-year-old Jerry Tam, the great-great-grandson of the original owner, presides over the Pekin Noodle Parlor." From Smithsonian Magazine.
The word strike, as in labor strike, came from sailors who lowered their sails. "… sailors would stage one of the first general strikes in labor history. The word 'strike' itself derives from their strategy of 'striking,' or lowering, the sails of anchored ships as a sign of their refusal to work." From the book Enemy of All Mankind; Etymonline tentatively concurs.
Netflix produces shows specifically for background TV. A second-screen show (also known as ambient TV) is one that's "optimized for casual viewing, meaning intentionally scripted for distracted viewers". The formula involves "overly expository dialogue, repeating plot points and adding lots of voice-overs to narrate the action and help the distracted viewer follow along". I personally find that screens distract me and I can't look away. From The Conversation.
Jersey numbers in the NFL are based in part on the player's assignment. For example, quarterback numbers are between 0 and 19; offensive linesman numbers are between 50 and 79. (It's more complicated than this, and players can change positions without changing numbers, but there are basic ranges.) The number can help referees, for example, by making it possible at a glance to determine whether an offensive lineman is illegally downfield. From Wikipedia.
When you burn body fat, 84% of it leaves your body as carbon dioxide that you exhale. I would have guessed as heat or as excretions. From NBC News.
Your lip print is unique. It's the fingerprint of your face, sort of, so if you're going to, like, murder someone, probably best not to kiss them. The use of lip prints as a forensic investigation tool is known as cheiloscopy, from Greek kheilos ("lip") plus also Greek scopeo ("to see"). On the National Library of Medicine site, and via Erin McKean's perennially interesting Things I Learned While Looking Up Other Things.
Refrigerated truck trailers were invented based on a bet. In 1938, Frederick McKinley Jones's boss made a bet with a friend that his employee, Jones, could design a portable refrigeration system. The boss was right. Jones went on to develop the Thermo Control Model C, which revolutionized the trucking industry, and by extension, the food industry. Jones was a prolific inventor: he invented a portable X-ray machine, an early version of the snowmobile, a way to project movies with sound, and a ticket-dispensing machine. On the Hagerty site and via the book Frostbite.
Every part of the potato plant is poisonous except the part we eat. Also true of tomatoes and eggplant. "Solanine is a toxic compound with fungicidal and insecticidal properties. It can naturally occur in any part of the plant, including the leaves, fruits, and tubers." The good news is that it's not very poisonous; that said, don’t eat green or sprouted potatoes. From the Journal of Experimental and Basic Medical Sciences.
Adult cows don't have upper teeth. This is true also of other ruminants. Cows do have molars both top and bottom, though. Every once in a while I realize how much I don't know about animal husbandry. Maybe the fact that cows can't bite you has helped make cow cuddling popular, wherein you snuggle with a therapy bovine. (And which helps dairy farmers get a bit of income.) Cow teeth facts from the Clover Meadows Beef site.
October 2, 2025 was the 75th anniversary of the comic strip Peanuts. From the official Peanuts website.
A few notes. I've included sources that verify the Interesting Fact, but I did not always record where I first heard the Interesting Fact. I get a lot of roundup-type emails and whatnot — Kottke, Ten Tabs, Erin McKean's Things I Learned While Looking Up Other Things, etc. There's a good chance that one of these initially led me to some of these Interesting Facts, but I did not record that, so I am unable to credit them. Sorry about that.
But in other cases, I just stumbled across these things in my random readings or listenings. There's nothing like stopping a podcast while you're listening and scrambling to note down something they said for future consideration. :) I've really enjoyed the process of compiling these, and I can recommend it.
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Saturday, 15 November 2025
10:46 AM
This week's Old English reading was a poem that goes by the name "Precepts", in which a father lectures his son dispenses life wisdom. You can read a modern English translation; here's a sample:
A fourth time the father taught again
his mind-beloved son, so that he remembered this:
“Abandon not your most intimate friend,
but ever always keep him close—
as is rightly fitting. Perform this courtesy,
so that you never become vile to your own friend.”
... and so on.
Well, heck, I knew someone around our own household who attempts to dispense wisdom in this way every morning. Thus my attempt at a precept.
Þus catte cræftglēaw, ful cene socc-þēof,
Thus the wise cat, very keen sock-thief,
āgendfrēan idelne undierne lǣrde,
the lazy owner clearly admonished,
hlaforde hlȳdde, uht-hlemman cȳþde:
to the master clamored, with dawn-noise said:
"Nǣfre ne lata þū on lof-dǣde, þǣt lēof-dēor forhyge,
"Never be late with glory-deeds, don't ignore the dear-animal,
þearfan þīnes hūs-þegnes. Beþence nīede,
the needs of your house-thane. Consider the distress,
gelǣste langoþum þīnes lēo-cynnes.
attend to the longings of your lion-kin.
Morgenmete nū mūs-ehtere
Morning-meat now to the mouse-chaser
georne him giefe, giem ā fisc-etende.
zealously give him, always take care of the fish-eater.
Se wīs wer efstaþ, wiste hraþe bīett;
The wise man hurries, sustenance quickly offers;
on mȳsan fell-gemacan metsian sceolde."
on the table the fur-companion he should feed."
When I started on this, I solicited ideas from nearby family for kennings to describe a cat. I was pretty pleased with the results.
I was particularly tickled by the word uht-hlemm ("a din made in the early morning"), which I thought every cat owner could relate to. It seems possible, however, that nobody in our class has cats (only dogs)! Oh well.
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Saturday, 8 November 2025
01:39 PM
One more, I think. Our assignment for the Old English class this week was …
Write 8–12 lines (not a strict limit) of Old English verse retelling a fable. It should end with a moral, or a bit of proverbial wisdom. Include 5 formulae. Use the Beowulf poet’s technique of following a description of an event with a lesson. Often these morals take the form: swā sceal… or swylc sceal….
People retold some excellent fables — The Scorpion and the Frog, The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing, and The Peacock and the Crane. One person retold Schleicher's fable (!), which was originally a fable written in reconstructed Proto Indo-European about a sheep and some horses.[1]
Anyway, I (as usual) didn't entirely follow the assignment, and I retold a more modern "fable" about capitalism written in 1971. The tale concerns a greedy Once-ler, a forest of profitable Truffula trees, the inhabitants of the woods, and a moralizing Lorax.
Gieddaþ glēomann fram gēardagum
Sings the minstrel from days gone by
bē wuda wrǣtlicum, wealde geþūfum,
about the wondrous woods, the leafy forest,
grāfe geapum grēne standan,
the spacious grove standing green,
trēowa getrumum, Truffula hāten.
the troop of trees called Truffula.
Ofermōd Anselre, ǣhtum grædig,
The arrogant Once-ler, greedy for possessions,
feohgīfre fengel, fremman wolde
the wealth-eager prince, wanted to achieve
þusenda þūfta on Þnēdu wendan,
a thousand thickets into Thneeds turn,
bearwas mierran. Mete Barbalūtan
to waste the woods. The Bar-ba-loots of food
bedǣlan dyde; dægmete wanode,
did he deprive; their daily bread waned,
wealdbūende wudu on wōh forlēton.
the forest-dwellers the woods woefully abandoned.
Ne wæs gebǣru brega bisn þām witum!
The conduct of the ruler was not an example to the wise!
Hæleþa Hleorax hleoþrian cām nū,
A hero, the Lorax, now came proclaiming,
mōdig maþelian maþem-þeof grētende:
courageously declared, addressing the treasure-thief:
"Eom boda bēama, tō gebeorge stande;
I am the messenger of the trees, I stand to their defense,
nabbaþ trēowu nē tungan, and for þȳ tacn spelian sceal,
trees don't have tongues, therefore I shall substitute as token,
mund wiþ mān-weorce." Swā mann sceal drohtnian!
a mouth against the evil-work. So shall a man conduct himself!
Ac þearflease þingode; þancas ne wæs giefen.
But in vain he interceded; he was not given thanks.
Þiccet orþances fielde þeoden unsnotor,
Heedlessly the thicket he felled, the unwise lord,
ne wolde Hleoraxes hēdan, forhodian þōhte,
he wouldn't heed the Lorax, thought to neglect him,
ungleaw Anselre. Onweg flēah Hleorax.
the unclever Once-ler. Away fled the Lorax.
On tīman wearþ wudu on wēsten, weald geīeþed,
In time the woods became a waste, the forest was detroyed,
libbende eall forloren. Tō late Anselre
living things all were lost. Too late the Once-ler
hæfde lāre geleornod. Lǣne bēoþ on worulde
had learned the lesson. Transitory be in the world
hreþ under heofonum, hæfen and spēda;
glory under the heavens, belongings and wealth;
mann ā munan sceal Metodes gesceafte.
man should ever be mindful of the Lord's creation.
The Lorax was published when I was past my Dr. Seuss years, so I didn't know it very well. It's written in a frame, with the bad guy (the Once-ler) as the narrator of the interior story. The nominal hero — the Lorax — keeps issuing dire environmental warnings to the Once-ler, which are ignored, but when the devastation is complete …

The Lorax said nothing. Just gave me a glance ...
just gave me a very sad, sad backward glance …
as he lifted himself by the seat of the pants.
And I'll never forget the grim look on his face
when he heisted himself and took leave of this place,
through a hole in the smog, without leaving a trace.
I suppose that leaving is what most people would do, but the Lorax is definitely not in the mold of a Germanic hero, haha. Still, I tried to tell the tale as it was presented, with the addition of an Anglo-Saxon style moral at the end.
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Friday, 31 October 2025
03:24 PM
Another fun assignment in our Old English class:
Write 6–10 lines (not a strict limit) of Old English verse paraphrasing a famous speech from history or literature. Include at least four formulae and at least one hypermetric line.
In Anglo-Saxon poetry there are 4 beats ("lifts") per line, 2 in the first half-line (the A verse) and 2 in the second half-line (the B verse). Here's an example from a modern English rendering of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight; the half lines are separated with a caesura marked with ||.
The siege and assault || having ceased at Troy
as its blazing battlements || blackened to ash
But sometimes poets created "hypermetrical" lines that had more beats than this 2+2 convention, typically 3+2 or 3+3. As one source puts it, "No one knows what these changes in rhythm are meant to imply." Per our instructor, it seems that hypermetrical lines sometimes set off quotations and sometimes implied a kind of elevated thought. To state a couple of theories.
Anyway, a famous speech, you say? An easy choice is the Gettysburg Address (the original is below). Here's my rendering, which is not a line-for-line restatement, given the length[1] and that the assignment has us including formulae and whatnot.

Gefirn ūre fæderas on foldan forþbrohton
Long ago our fathers on earth brought forth
nīewe geþinge tō þēode; āþōhton hēr frēodōm;
a new agreement to the people; they intended here freedom;
woldon mǣre meldian ealle menn sīen efengōd.
the great ones wanted to declare all men be equally good.
Nū wīgan sculan winnan, wlance þegnas
Now warriors must struggle, proud thanes,
āmerian mid mecum, mōdrōfe cempan,
test with swords, brave soldiers,
gif rīce þus gerǣd, ǣr rihtlīce āsteald,
if a realm thus deliberated, earlier virtuously established,
beorhtlīce blīcende, ābīdan sceolde.
brightly shining, should abide.
Gesamnode sindon wē on sleahtstōwe nū,
We are gathered on the slaughter-place now,
gemōt on metodwange, mōtian aþencaþ.
a meeting on the battlefield, we think to make a speech.
Herian and halgian willaþ þāra beornra hindeman foldræste,
We want to praise and to hallow the final burial of the warriors,
ōrettan þe offrodon lǣndagas þæt sceolde ēþel libban and lǣstan.
of the champions who sacrificed their transitory days so that the homeland might live and last.
Mǣldæg biþ ūs tō gemunenne, mǣþlic and tīdlic.
It is an appointed day for us to remember, fitting and opportune.
Ac bletsian ne biþ ūs ne beorg ne dæl
But it is not for us to bless either hill or dale,
ne mihtelic ne gemet. Menigo hyssa,
neither possible nor proper. Many young warriors,
weras forþgewitene, wǣpnu berende,
men that have gone forth [died], bearing weapons,
and cnihtas giet cwicu, cene and ārhwæt,
and young men yet alive, keen and eager for glory,
mid sace gesegnodon geswigodne grund.
with strife they blessed the silent ground.
Feawe folca on woruldrīce, unmanige gefēra on earþan,
Few people in this world, few companions on earth,
willaþ mearcian on gemyndum ūro word oþþe mǣþel tō selfum healdan;
will mark in their memory our words or this assembly hold to themselves;
gehwæþere ellendǣde ānmōdigra on wælstowe sculon æfre ūs unforgeten weorþan.
but the courageous deeds of the resolute ones on the battlefield should ever be unforgotten to us.
Uton trymman and getēohhian, geornlīce tīlian on mōde,
Let us encourage and intend, eagerly strive in our minds,
gewinnan geweorce þe wuniaþ gīet ungefremed.
to win the works that remain yet unaccomplished.
Willaþ wē cēosan and cȳþan þæt cempan dīere
We will decide and declare that the dear warriors
ne neallas unnyttlīce crungen, ne unþearfes gefeallen sīen.
shall not at all have died needlessly, did not fall in vain.
Ac mæge wendan on worulde, eft nīewian þurh geweald ælmihtiges,
But may be brought back to life in the world, again renewed through the power of the almighty,
rīces rǣdenn þē ne sceal lōsian — lēodum rīce,
the realm's state that shall not be lost — the realm for the people,
lēoda rīce, and rīce for lēoda lufe.
the realm of the people, and the realm for the sake of the people.
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"Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we can not hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth."
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Saturday, 25 October 2025
10:55 AM
This semester I'm taking a class in Old English (Anglo-Saxon) poetry. In the class we read poems and learn about poetic techniques. That includes the mechanics (alliteration, meter) as well as the themes and styles that were favored by Anglo-Saxon poets.
We also compose our own poems! The assignment for our most recent class was this:
Write 6–10 lines (not a strict limit) of Old English verse likening a particular fictional character to a Germanic hero. The more incongruous the comparison, the better! Include at least 5 formulae.
A fun challenge. In addition to tending to the mechanics, there's this "formulae" thing. Poetry was an oral art in the old days; the formulae are quasi-stock phrases — things like þegnas æt þearfe ("thanes at the hour of need") and strang and stiþmod ("strong and resolute"). It seems that Anglo-Saxon poets would improvise poems and could throw in these formulae to keep the poem moving along. Our class keeps a hoard of these stock phrases, conveniently sortable by how they alliterate.
Students wrote some outstanding stuff: there were two (!) poems with Star Wars themes (people came up with Old English terms for "X-wing fighter" and "lightsaber"); one about Bugs Bunny, with the excellent twist that the hunter has a lisp (hawa instead of hara for "hare", i.e. "wabbit"); and a poem about Babe the Sheep-Pig.
I wrote about a beloved character who was about as un-warrior-like as I could imagine. I took the "not a strict limit" instruction to heart and ended up summarizing (sort of) an entire chapter of a well-known children's book. Here's the attempt:

On holte hund-æcra on hyrste cildra
In the hundred-acre wood, in the children's copse,
wæs gefirn on wuda, wiht on wealde,
was long ago in the woods a creature in the forest,
Heffalump hāten. Hetelīc geþuncen,
named Heffalump. Hateful it seemed,
swefnu sēoce dyde sittendra bearwes.
the dreams it made sick of the forest's inhabitants.
Cumon beornas swīþe bealde, tō gebeorge þæs grāfes,
Came two soldiers very bold to the defense of the grove,
bera lȳteles brægnes, beorn se hunig eteþ,
a bear of little brains, a warrier who eats honey,
nēahgebūrum lēoflīc, genāmod Pū,
dear to the neighbors, named Pooh,
and gefera him Fearh, swā fūs swā eofor,
and a companion to him, Piglet, as eager as a boar,
picga under pīntrēowum prūdmōd gesīþ.
a pig under the pine trees, a proud-minded comrade.
Beþōhton hū wiþ þyrse þegnas æt þearfe,
They considered how against the demon thanes at the hour of need
meahten weald bewerian wīgan ofer sceagan.
might defend the forest, warriors over the woods.
Grōfon huntas micel hol, hæleþas on trēowgewrid,
The hunters dug out a great hole, heroes in the tree-tangle,
feallan on foldan: fremman woldon
a trap in the earth: they wanted to accomplish
fīfel wanfeax þurh cræftweorce befōn.
the dark-haired giant to catch with clever work.
Sceoldon wiergenne wēman wistgiefende mǣle,
They could entice the she-monster with a plentiful meal,
tō hole mid hunig, huntung mid swēte.
to the hole with honey, hunting with sweetness.
Rincas rūmheorte reste þā sōhton.
The cheerful warriors then sought rest.
Swefnu slīþo slǣpas cnysedon
Cruel dreams afflicted their sleep,
yfele ielfādla ōrettan drēfdon,
evil nightmares troubled the champions,
swebbendan swencton, swīne and beran.
harrassed the sleeping ones, the swine and the bear.
Ārās hungrig hæleþ hȳgdig on bitan,
The hungry hero arose thinking about bites,
wolde wiste, hæfde wille tō etenne.
wanted provisions, had a will to eat.
Ēode beado-bera tō brōga-stōwe,
The battle-bear went to the place of danger,
glād ofer grundas geond grāfan and lēa,
slipping over the ground through grove and meadow,
fæt tō fetienne gefylled mid snædum,
to fetch the vat filled with morsels,
bēon-giefe biergan, betestan hunigsmæcc.
to partake of the bee-gift, the best honey-taste.
Mēþe and mōdcearig on morgentīd
Weary and worried in the morning-time
eofer īrenheard earde fram fērde,
the iron-hard boar went from his dwelling,
scēawian sceolde scucca on pytte.
he should look upon the monster in the pit.
Gehierde hlēoþrian, hrēamas ondrysne,
He heard resounding, a dreadful shouting,
eofor ofer eorþan ūhthlemm mihtig,
the boar over the ground, a mighty morning-noise,
eldum uncȳþ, ongrislīce swēgas.
unknown to the elders, terrible sounds.
Him wēnde rǣd gewittigne, wīsdōmes dǣl,
It seemed a wise plan to him, a good deal of wisdom,
Cristofer cyning clipian sōna.
Christopher the king to call straightaway.
Anhȳgdig æþeling ofer eorde cām
The steadfast nobleman came over the ground,
wolde wiht-rȳne bewitan him selfe,
wanted the mystery-creature to overlook for himself,
dorste drȳcræft on daga behealdan.
dared this sorcery to behold in the daytime.
On pytte fānd Pū; pinsode beran þǣr.
In the pit he found Pooh; he considered the bear there.
Wæs him mid fæte hæleþes hēafod frætwod;
With the vat the hero's head was decorated;
holtwudu hlynsode, hrīemde gūþbera,
the forest roared, the war-bear yelled,
ne cūþe crocc ādōn, ne cræfte ne strengþe.
he couldn't doff the crock neither by skill nor by strength.
Þǣr wæs glīw on grǣfa, gamen eft āstāh,
There was glee in the groves merriment again arose,
drēam bē dysigum, dīerrestum Pū-beran.
joy over the dizzy one the dearest Pooh-bear.
Ic tō sōþe cann secgan þæt siþþan on wuda
I can say truthfully that since then in the woods
āēode nǣnige āglǣca, orcnēas ne Pū ehton;
no demon ever showed up, monsters didn't chase Pooh;
weorþ Heffalumpum gehǣled holte hund-æcra.
of Heffalumps was healed the hundred-acre wood.
In case you want to refresh your memory, here's the original: In Which Piglet Meets a Heffalump.
Some notes. There are surely grammatical and vocabulary errors. (Alas, I'm not yet fluent.) In a few cases I violated some of the poetic rules, oh well. A couple of the more awkward lines are part of my attempt to include formulae; some of these are probably obvious?
Our next assignment is to find a well-known speech or soliloquy and render it in Old English. There is this war poem that starts with "Fourscore and seven" ...
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Wednesday, 4 September 2024
08:04 AM
This week I start an Old English class in which we begin our reading of Beowulf. I believe that the arc for most (all?) Old English courses is to start with the basics, work one's way through shorter pieces, and culminate with reading the big B.
This week's assignment is to read the first 79 lines, in which Hrothgar has the great hall Heorot built. (Soon, as many of us know, it will be visited by Grendel ...)
I had to think for a bit about whether I even wanted to take this Beowulf class. Back in 1980, I took the Old English series at the University of Washington. That consisted of two parts: part 1 was grammar and shorter readings, part 2 was Beowulf, one semester (quarter?) each. As I've been taking OE classes again over the last couple of years, I marvel at how rapidly we must have worked our way through the readings. I absolutely could not keep that pace up now in my dotage.
The experience back in the day also must have traumatized me a little, because ever since I restarted Old English classes, I've been stressed about the prospect of revisiting Beowulf. I expressed this hesitancy to our instructor, who has assured us multiple times that the readings we've done so far — including "The Battle of Maldon", "The Wanderer", "The Seafarer", and the horrible (to me) "Andreas" poem — have prepared us well for tackling Beowulf.
But I also had to stop and think about a question that several people have asked me: why am I taking Old English classes at all? The answer at first was easy — because it's fun! I've had enough German to recognize and be delighted by the resemblance between OE and German, not to mention the joy of finding ancestral and fossil words of modern English.[1]
The text for our first year of OE was written by our instructor: a book about Osweald the Bear, a talking bear who has adventures in Anglo-Saxon England at a particularly interesting time in history. The text starts simple and becomes increasingly sophisticated, at times including snippets of "real" OE literature. It was a blast to read and discuss, with all of us keenly invested in what happens to Osweald and his friends.
After that we turned to existing literature, including bits from the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle, gospel translations, and various poems. These were more challenging, of course. That's especially true for the poems, which are syntactically complex — the subject of a sentence might be several lines after the verb and object(s), for example.
Plus poems rely on a broad vocabulary. As I heard somewhere, the alliteration used in Old English poems means poets needed a selection of synonyms that all started with different sounds. Thus, for example, the poem about the battle of Maldon has about two dozen words for "warrior", basically.[2] Until one has mastered all of this vocab (not so far, me), it can be a bit of a slog to stop and look up yet another unfamiliar word.
As the readings got harder and it took longer to get through them, I had to ask myself again whether I was having fun — or enough fun to continue. Did I actually want to read Beowulf?
I know from talking to some of the other students that many of them came to Old English through Tolkien and The Lord of the Rings. There are discussions sometimes in class about how Tolkien borrowed elements of Old English literature for his works. But I'm not a Tolkien guy (never read any of the books), so I do not get the pleasure of appreciating how the literature we're reading in class was echoed in LOTR.[3]
The joy of discovering correspondences and fossil vocabulary has faded a bit as I've gotten more used to Old English. I do still find pleasing word bits, though, like this from "The Wanderer":
Gemon hē selesecgas ond sincþege,
hū hine on geoguðe his goldwine
wenede tō wiste.
He remembered the hall warriors and treasure-receiving
How in his youth his gold-friend [lord]
Accustomed him to feasting.
... and learning that wenian ("accustom") is the source of our verb to wean [from].
But an unanticipated joy (unanticipated by me, that is) is that I have come to like some of the poetry a great deal. I've discovered a fondness for the fatalistic Saxon outlook on life, as well as for their pithy and wry observations. For example, the narrator of "The Wanderer", a poem in the persona of someone treading the paths of exile, makes this relatable observation:
… ne mæg weorþan wīs wer, ǣr hē āge
wintra dǣl in woruldrīce.
A man cannot become wise before he's had a share of winters in this world.
And there's this ubi sunt lamentation from later in the poem:
Hwǣr cwōm mearg? Hwǣr cwōm mago? Hwǣr cwōm māþþumgyfa?
Hwǣr cwōm symbla gesetu? Hwǣr sindon seledrēamas?
What's become of the horse?
What's become of the young warrior?
What's become of the treasure-giver?
What's become of the seats at the feast?
Where are the hall-joys?[4]
I was surprised at how much I enjoyed "The Battle of Maldon", a poem about how a troop of Saxon militia lost a battle against marauding Vikings, apparently recording a real incident. The poem is practically cinematic; you could make a movie of it today and it would hit all the tropes we're used to — the old commander rallying his inexperienced troops; the young man who sends away his beloved hunting falcon and turns to join the ranks; the ravens circling in anticipation; the old warrior who gets wounded but kills his attacker; the cowardly brothers who turn and run; the sad ends of individual courageous fighters.
And now I've started Beowulf again. The poem begins with a history of Scyld Scefing, a foundling who …
... sceaþena þrēatum,
monegum mǣgþum, meodosetla oftēah,
egsode eorlas …
oð þæt him ǣghwylc þāra ymbsittendra
ofer hronrāde hȳran scolde
gomban gyldan
... from troops of enemies,
from many nations, captured their mead-benches,
(and) terrified rulers …
until him each of the surrounding nations
over the seas [whale-road] had to obey
(and) to yield tribute
To which the poet adds this conclusion:
þæt wæs gōd cyning
That was a good king!
You can imagine a hall full of Saxons having a good whoop about that.
I don't know if I'll make it through all 3182 lines of the poem, but it seems like it has a promising start.
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Saturday, 28 October 2017
02:36 PM
Here's a keen thing I learned about from a Vox article: a Chrome extension named Library Extension that adds library information when you're viewing books on Amazon or Goodreads. The extension tells you whether the book you're interested in is available in one or more library systems.
Let's say you're interested in the book The ABC of How We Learn, so you look it up on Amazon. In the bar at the top of the page, the library extension icon lights up to tell you that you're on an enabled site:
On the actual page where you're viewing book information, the extension displays library information:
If you want to get the book from the library, you click the Borrow button. This sends you to the library site with the book preloaded.
To configure the extension—for example, to tell it which libraries you want to look in—you click the icon in the toolbar, then click Options:
In the options dialog, you find the library you're interested in, then click the add (+) button:
I just started using this, so I don't know whether I'll end up liking it. It seems a bit intrusive to actually inject information into the page, instead of optionally displaying that information in a dialog or something. I also don't know how robust it is. Does the extension rely on Amazon APIs? Does it scrape information from the page? (A strategy known to be fragile.) How reliable will it be in terms of interacting with library sites?
But I like the concept just fine, since it reflects something I do a lot anyway—namely, look up books, then see if I can get them at the library. I'm curious whether others use this extension, or something like it, and what they think.
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Sunday, 7 June 2009
11:20 AM
Recently I finished The Invention of Air by Steven Johnson, which is a book about the English scientist Joseph Priestley, who is best known as the discoverer of oxygen. Johnson shows how Priestley had a strong influence on both science and politics (he was a close friend Jefferson and Franklin). But Priestley also sat at a historical confluence that was conducive to, basically, Enlightenment thinking, and Johnson ties together many threads in a way reminiscent of James Burke: coffeehouses and efficient postal delivery, which fostered open and fast communication; innovations in scientific technology, which let Priestley engage in the experiments he did; the wealth of the industrial age, which indirectly provided Priestley with the time to do research; and so on.
At times the chains of connections go quite far indeed -- for example, from Priestley's simple experiment with a mint plant all the way to the field of planetary ecology. A continuing theme is energy: sunlight to feed plants, coffee to feed scientific minds, oxygen to feed animals, coal to feed the industrial revoltuion, and so on. To discuss these last two, Johnson takes a side trip way back in Earth history to the Carboniferous era, where he tells the following story.
Many of the fossils that Brongniart uncovered shared a defining characteristic: compared to their modern equivalents, they were massive. He discovered ferns the size of oak trees, and flies as big as birds. In 1880 he unearthed his most startling find: a monster dragonfly (Meganeura) with a wingspan of 63 centimeters [2 feet]. Subsequent fossils have been discovered with a wingspan of more than 75 centimeters.
Meganeura was not alone. Paleontologists worldwide soon discovered that giantism was a prevailing trend between 350 and 300 million B.C., a period now called the Carboniferous era. Like some strange Brobdingnagian natural history exhibit, the landscape of the Carboniferous was populated by foot-long spiders and millipedes, and water scorpions the size of a small boy. The plant life was even more spectacular. Club mosses growing in damp forests towered above the swampland below, reaching heights of 130 feet, five hundred times taller than their modern descendants. Horsetails and rushes that now top out at around four feet regularly reached the height of a five-story building. Early conifers sprouted leaves that were more than three feet long.
The planetary fad for giantism didn’t last. The dinosaurs evolved immense body plans in the coming ages, of course, but by 250 million B.C., the rest of the biosphere had largely retreated back to the scale we now see on earth. But that pattern was distinct enough that it presented a tantalizing mystery: just as the Cambrian explosion raised the question of why life suddenly grew so diverse, the Carboniferous age raised the question of why life suddenly grew so big and how it managed to survive with such exaggerated proportions. Meganeura shouldn’t have been able to fly, given its size. The respiratory systems of modern insects and reptiles wouldn’t be able to generate enough energy to support a body plan that was ten times their current size. And yet somehow the giants of the Carboniferous managed to thrive in that exaggerated state for a hundred million years.
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The "natural" level of oxygen on Earth was less than 1 percent; the 20.7 percent levels we enjoy as respiring mammals was an artificial state, engineered by the evolutionary breakthrough that began with cyanobacteria billions of years ago. [i.e., photosynthesis] The scarcity of oxygen before the evolution of plant life suggested one follow-up question: why had oxygen levels stabilized at around 20 percent for so many millions of years? Were it to drop to 10 percent, most of aerobic life would suffocate; were it to double, the combustion reactions of oxygen would engulf the planet in a worldwide inferno. So what mechanism allowed the atmosphere to regulate itself with such precision?
[Robert Berner and Donald Canfield researched atmospheric oxygen levels going back 600 million years.]
[Their data showed that] oxygen levels had been relatively stable for the last 200 million years. But the most startling finding came before that long equilibrium. The data showed a dramatic spike in oxygen levels, reaching as high as 35 percent around 300 million B.C., followed by a plunge to the borderline asphyxia of 15 percent in the Triassic era, 100 million years later. The oxygen pulse overlapped exactly with Meganeura and other giants of the Carboniferous.
Since then, dozens of paper have explored the connection between increased oxygen content and giantism, and the growing consensus is that higher oxygen concentration would support larger body plans in reptiles and insects. And the increase in atmospheric pressure that accompanies 35 percent oxygen levels would even alter the aerodynamics enough to allow Meganeura to take flight.
Where did all that oxygen come from? From plants, of course. First, the plants invented the photosynthetic engine that created an oxygen-rich atmosphere billions of years ago. But at some point near the end of the Devonian age, the plants evolved the ability to generate a sturdy molecule called lignin that gave them newfound structural support, allowing them to grow to sizes never seen before on Earth. Larger plants alone might have led to an oxygen increase, but lignin may also have had a more indirect role in the spike. One popular but unproven theory argues that lignin confounded the microbial recyclers responsible for the decomposition of organic matters. Plants absorb carbon dioxide and produce oxygen through photosynthesis; decomposition plays that tape backward, as bacteria and other animals use up oxygen in breaking down the plant debris, releasing carbon dioxide in the process. Lignin may have disrupted that cycle, because the recyclers had not yet evolved the capacity to break down the molecule, creating what the paleoclimatologist David Beerling calls an episode of "global indigestion." With the decomposers handicapped by lignin’s novelty, immense stockpiles of undecomposed biomass filled the swamplands and the forest floor, and the oxygen levels climbed even higher. Oxygen would not return to the 21 percent plateau until the microbes cracked the lignin code, millions of years later.
But the debris accumulated during the age of Meganeura did not disappear from the geologic record. It simply went underground. When it ultimately resurfaced, it would transform human history every bit as dramatically as it transformed natural history the first time around.
Update 2 Nov 2010: Interesting post on the Wired blog about how some biologists raised larger-than-normal dragonflies by keeping them in an oxygen-rich environement.
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Wednesday, 27 May 2009
06:38 PM
Among people I know, the discussion for the most part is not whether a kid will go to college, but how this college business is going to be paid for. People start college funds for their toddlers. A college degree is seen as the minimum entry point to a career, or was back when people still talked about careers.
But between the mania for outsourcing that started in the 90s (or thereabouts) and the current economic downturn, the golden ticket of a college degree is looking a little tarnished.[1] A person with a pessimistic POV might wonder why we're training all these kids to jump into a job pool that, at least for the moment, seems to be drying up.
Assuming I'm reading trends correctly, we therefore seem to be undergoing a little bit of a, um, adjustment in how we view the skilled trades. Back in March, the NPR correspondent Adam Davidson appeared on the radio program "This American Life." His mission, he said, was "to save his cousin DJ's life, to make his life better." Save it how? Cousin DJ had dropped out of college. By dropping out of college, Davidson maintained, you are making a conscious decision "to not partake in the economic growth and possibilities of the coming decade." The program then featured a three-way conversation between Davidson, his cousin DJ, and the economist Pietra Rivoli, whom Davidson had enlisted to help him convince cousin DJ of his folly.
You can probably see where this is going. Dr. Rivoli sided with DJ; specifically, she sided with him because DJ has job experience and skills that pay decently, that are in essential trades, and most importantly, that cannot be outsourced. In contrast, as a journalist, Davidson himself, Mr. College, could easily be out of a job any time. (You can listen to the podcast; look for episode #350 on the 2009 program archive page. This segment starts at 8:29.)
This last weekend, I had the interesting experience of having a tree guy come over with his massive stump-grinder machine and chew up a huge stump. He came at 10:00 AM; we were the second of five appointments he had that day. He doesn't like stump grinding, he said (his weekday work involves comparatively tamer work with a chainsaw), but he can pick up $1000 in a day with his big chomper. If this weekend was typical for him, he's sure not hurting for work. And even if work slows down, he's not going to get laid off -- he owns his own business.
In an article "The Case for Working With Your Hands" in this week's New York Times magazine, Matthew Crawford makes the same point again:This seems to be a moment when the useful arts have an especially compelling economic rationale. A car mechanics’ trade association reports that repair shops have seen their business jump significantly in the current recession: people aren’t buying new cars; they are fixing the ones they have. The current downturn is likely to pass eventually. But there are also systemic changes in the economy, arising from information technology, that have the surprising effect of making the manual trades — plumbing, electrical work, car repair — more attractive as careers. The Princeton economist Alan Blinder argues that the crucial distinction in the emerging labor market is not between those with more or less education, but between those whose services can be delivered over a wire and those who must do their work in person or on site. The latter will find their livelihoods more secure against outsourcing to distant countries. As Blinder puts it, “You can’t hammer a nail over the Internet.” Crawford goes on to describe the satisfaction he derives from repairing motorcycles, especially in contrast to the type of white-collar work he did before. He explicitly addresses some assumptions about manual work:When we praise people who do work that is straightforwardly useful, the praise often betrays an assumption that they had no other options.
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A gifted young person who chooses to become a mechanic rather than to accumulate academic credentials is viewed as eccentric, if not self-destructive. There is a pervasive anxiety among parents that there is only one track to success for their children. It runs through a series of gates controlled by prestigious institutions.
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The trades suffer from low prestige, and I believe this is based on a simple mistake. Because the work is dirty, many people assume it is also stupid. The emphasis in Crawford's article, as well as in Dr. Rivoli's conclusion, is on skilled trades. Cousin DJ has an array of construction skills, including framing and cabinet-making. Crawford is a doctor of the mechanical world, and in our day and age, the skills of a good mechanic can sometimes seem as essential as those of a good G.P.
It's hard for me at this stage of life to imagine what it might have been like to be, say, an electrician instead. But it's not something I shudder to think about, or that I would panic about if one of my children unaccountably developed a career goal that involved the trades. I am happy that I went to college, and am happy that that's what my kids are doing. But it's clear enough to me that success does not start only when you pick up your diploma.
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