Words mean things. Crazy, I know, but they do. And they have specific meanings.
Lately I’ve been encountering a lot of misused terms. These three groups of people are the ones that have been driving me up the wall and down the other side lately.
– People who identify something as a cello when it is very obviously a double bass. If you’re going to tag or describe a photo or other item, make sure it actually is or depicts what you say it is. Otherwise, you look like you don’t know what you’re talking about.
– People who describe something as “vintage” when it’s under twenty years old.
– People who describe or tag something as “antique” when it’s less than fifty years old. (The stickler in me defines it as one hundred years or older, but I understand that’s not how the rest of the world operates. Let’s compromise on a nice round eighty.)
Gah.
And now, back to your regularly scheduled blog-reading.
This morning in the car the boy delivered a creditable version of the chorus to “The Mesopotamians”. He hesitates on Gilgamesh and slurs through Ashurbanipal, but it’s all there. I can’t tell you how hilarious it is to hear a three year old say Hammurabi and Gilgamesh.