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Written by: Greg Runyon
11/12/2009 9:25 AM 

Two things came up for me the other day that reminded me that every once in a while, I completely miss the obvious.  The first was my pal Loretta here at Z102.9 posting on her Facebook page about how Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and the Alphabet Song have the same melody.  Well, heck, I knew that.  I just never noticed it until a few years ago.  Shouldn’t I be embarrassed by that?  I mean, I’ve known both songs for essentially my whole life, and not until far too recently did I put together in my head that they are the same blasted song!

 

This alone likely ought to call into question what else I’m just not putting together.  I like to think I’m a pretty aware person.  When something like that escapes me for 30-odd years (and yes, a few of them have been quite odd years), it rattles me.  What other stupidly obvious things am I missing?

 

Well, I stumbled upon a second one the very same day that the Twinkle, Twinkle/ABC thing came up.  This one is more abstract in nature and more tenuous in its usefulness, but it hit me like a bolt of lightning:  Isn’t it odd that “ovaries” produce eggs and that “over easy,” which is a fine way to prepare an egg, are so similar sounding?

 

I mean, what are the odds?!  What are the chances that the English-speaking world would end up with a word for an egg-producing body part (“ovaries,” from the Latin, “ovum”), and people like to eat eggs prepared in a style known as “over easy,” (from the Old English “ofer” and the Old French “aaisie”) and they are darn-near one and the same?  Slap a “y” on “ovaries” and you’ve got it:  “Ovariesy.” 

 

The odds of me ever opening a restaurant range between very slim and none, but now that this has come to me, I guarantee you if I did that it’d be open for breakfast and that we’d serve eggs ovariesy.  Of course, the wait staff would then be spending a lot of time explaining to bewildered patrons what in the hell “ovariesy” meant, and trying to convince said patrons that while yes, the guy who owns the place is nuts, the food is just fine so no, there’s no reason to awkwardly leave without ordering because you’re frightened that maybe you’ve unwittingly chosen to dine at an insane asylum’s cafeteria.

 

The thing that bugs me about this the most, this inability now to not have that ovaries/over easy linkage in my head is that I can assure you that some other bit of knowledge, probably some important bit of knowledge, has now been excised from my brain to make room for this absolutely worthless but now unforgettable connection.  I’m not going to promise that I’m going to retain this tidbit forever, but it for some period of time is going to squat on some pretty valuable brain real estate.

 

Meanwhile, there will still be times each week I walk into a room and have no idea why I’ve arrived there.  I sometimes have to say out loud to myself, “What did I come in here for?” in order to jolt my brain into remembering.  I used to convince myself that my brain was working on far more important things (say, the meaning of life) to remember trivialities like why I exit one room and enter another.  But I’ve now come to realize that my brain is far busier on this ovaries/over easy kind of inanity than anything of any worth far more often than it should be.  I’m just not sure there is anything I can do about it.

 

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2 comment(s) so far...

Re: How Did I Never Notice This?

Mozart, baby!

By Julie on   11/12/2009 1:36 PM

Re: How Did I Never Notice This?

Uh, I think that Baa-baa Black Sheep, have you any wool? Yes, sir; Yes, sir- three bags full. One for my master and one for my dame, and one for little Greg who lives down the lane...is the same tune as the other two. Try singing all 3 simultaneously and let me know.

By Numero Dos Fan on   11/21/2009 8:16 AM

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