Showing posts with label Language. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Language. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Travel Notes - Haikus Through Colorado

Why the heck did I do it?  Why the heck do I do anything?  Because it's fun.  All my trip notes were posted on FB in haiku form.  I decided to collect them here for convenience.

I am going to 
Make all my Denver trip notes
Vacation haiku.

Airport people rude. 
TSA? A-OK day. 
Very early flight.

Today's flight theme should be:
Middle aged women go pee.
They all brush past me.

Stewardess must rest
The flight is not very full
N keeps magazines

So many plane snacks!
We're on the way to Denver
Do not have munchies

Marijuana ha.
If I had it could I say
Vituperously?

Prep for baggage claim
I have to remember this:
To stay baggage calm

Plane is on descent
Can't describe how excited
Let the fun begin!

Happy Birthday N
Hope you have a great weekend
Rocky Mountain "Huh"?

We have just landed
No head shop in the airport?
Denver, WTF?

The crisp mountain air.
At the passenger pickup
Is so refreshing!

Say hello to the
Devil horse with orange eyes.
Bids farewell to you.

Denver Biscuit Co
Biscuit Cinnamon Roll yum
Denver is awesome

Only 10 a.m.
Two sandwiches already.
Delicious Denver.

Haha too much food.
I will need to run it off.
Time for food coma?

Amphitheatre:
Red Rocks. Am I out of shape?
Or just short of breath?

Photo: Uh oh where's Nicole.  I need to get a picture.  Oh shit - a selfie!
Uh oh where's Nicole. 
I need to get a picture. 
Oh shit - a selfie!

Girl walking up the
Red Rocks trail barefoot. "Good for
You, little hippie."

Thirsty Lion closed.
They open next Tuesday ... But...
Today lunch is free...

Photo: From the thirsty lion, 16th St Market - training day. We sure lucked out.
From the thirsty lion, 
16th St Market - training 
Day. We sure lucked out.

Got back in the car. 
Time on car is 4:20.
Ironic, ain't it?

Just chill and get Thai.
After long, wonderful day.
Now is time for sleep.

If you do not know,
And an argument will blow,
Google that shit, yo.

Nikki is sleeping
But I am not tired enough.
She is so adorbs.

Oh how I love a
Raucous round of Cards Against
Humanity. Good times.

Just so you all know.
Nicole's birthday tomorrow.
In case she forgets.

BeauJo's Pizza place
Has pizza with Mountain crust.
Dip that in honey.

Photo: This is mountain crust.  Chicken cordon bleu pizza. First bite amazing!
This is mountain crust. 
Chicken cordon bleu pizza. 
First bite amazing!

A beautiful day
In a tiny mountain town.
With beautiful girls.

Seem to be fighting
Constant battery issues.
Jeez. Seriously.

Photo: Kourtnie likes pictures.
So we took us a selfie.
While we were waiting.
Kourtnie likes pictures.
So we took us a selfie.
While we were waiting.

Off to see Boulder.
"A bunch of dirty hippies."
I can't wait to see.

Looking forward to
Seeing Odd 13 Brewing 
Out in Lafayette.

I got my first whiff
Of earthy B.O. just now
In downtown Boulder.

Pearl St. In Boulder.
Far more girls wearing bras than
I had expected.

50/50 is
Male to female ratio.
Odds good but goods odd.

Black IPA yum
At Odd 13 Brewing Co.
In Lafayette yeah.

Photo: Yep, that's filet mignon.  With bleu cheese on crostini.  Fucking amazeballs.
Yep, that's filet mignon. 
With bleu cheese on crostini. 
Fucking amazeballs.

Ok, so anyone
Want to buy our roomy house?
Moving to Denver....

Okay I get it.
Howl at the Moon not for dudes 
Just the drunk bridesmaids.


Oh dear God I'm old.
Those are not dresses ladies.
They're hotdog casings!

Oh the things you see
Muffin tops on strapless dress.
Oh no! Can't unsee!

Photo: Somehow I managed... To be part of someone's night... Farewell, Felicia?
Somehow I managed
To be part of someone's night.
Farewell, Felicia?

Apparently I won't
"Live dat shit down" says Nicole.
Goddamn weirdo, yeah.

Oh it's my liver 
Had enough? It says to me.
Fucking pansy-ass.

Mmm, smell that bacon.
Kevin Anderson cooking.
Om nom nom nom nom.

Hey Nicole Davis!
Just got one thing to ask you.
Did you sleep alright?

Tommyknockers pub.
Tundrabeary summer ale.
Simply refreshing.

Photo: Notice something odd? Weird place for power outlet.  It's GFCI...
Notice something odd? 
Weird place for power outlet. 
It's GFCI...

Some fine Grecian food.
Final dinner of the trip.
Yummy baklava.

Two minutes twenty
Seconds is too long for a
Wall sit. My poor thighs!


This somehow, somehow,
Reminds me of our weekend.
Too much food and drink?

Haiku, like Twitter,
Creates beauty solely from 
Brute force brevity.

Is not here this morning. Please
Leave a message. Beeeeeeep!

Relaxing morning.
Some internets and email.
Back to reality...

Photo: Tattered Cover Books - A reminder of how I ... Don't read anymore.
Tattered Cover Books - 
A reminder of how I 
Don't read anymore.

Photo: I found a book that ... I might like, but I do not ... Feel that suburban.
I found a book that 
I might like, but I do not 
Feel that suburban.

Horrible person:
Cards Against Humanity...
This shit writes itself...

Unisex bathrooms.
What an awesome idea
For single seaters.

What's pane Bianco?
Really? For shame on Udi's!
We call it white bread.

Last Comic Standing 
Winner Josh Blue also ate
Lunch here at Udi's.

Our flight is delayed.
Probably the Midwest storms.
Don't wait up for us.

Alley sale behind
Says they sell "Furn tools" there. Might 
As well say "Turn fools."

At Denver Airport
Chilling with my lovely wife.
Ahhhh, what a great trip.

Dyson Airblade fine
But XLerator is
Better at drying.

In Denver Airport
You can now come in for a
Bikini waxing.

Wheels down Chicago.
Roughest descent in ever.
Hooray almost home!

Finally at home.
The haiku has to end now.
Bet you are relieved...

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Something to Think About - More Communication Antipatterns

A while ago I wrote about a phrase that offends me deeply, the single word "just".  You can read about it there, but I came upon another phrase that really bothers me.  I've heard this type of conversation killer categorized into something called communication antipatterns.  That means, a pattern of speech people get into by habit, but are otherwise destructive.

"Think about that" or just "think about" are two versions of the same thing. I hear it all the time when discussing things with folks at work.  I've worked with people who would not only say this out loud without realizing it, but one former colleague would use it repetitively.  It was almost assuredly a nervous tic.  After almost any point he made, he'd hold out his hands and repeat, "Think about that!  Think about that!"

Insisting that someone "think about it" indicates to a listener that you believe that you have figured out some answer, that it is relatively obvious and requires few leaps of logic, and that if they simply pause and reflect on what you've said you will come to the same conclusion they did.  It implies to them that you've given it much more thought than they have, and that if they don't agree with you, thinking about the problem will bring them to your brilliant conclusion.

Here's a few problems I see with this phrasing:
  • The listener could feel as if they've thought about it a great deal, and they may have credible, serious counterarguments that you've just demonstrated you're not willing to hear by telling him that you've thought through all the angles.  Maybe it's you who haven't "thought about it".
  • You're being lazy in your argument.  If you say "think about it," you're trying to convince someone of something.  Don't take the shortcut.  That's how you get miscommunication.  If you have a good argument, spell it out.  It gives the listener a chance to disagree with your premises one at a time, without insulting them, and also may lay out something the listener hadn't thought of, possibly because of a legitimately unknown item.
  • You might be implying that the listener, even after having laid out all the facts, is incapable of putting things together.  That may be true, or you may not know what they know, but it is insulting either way.
"Again..."  Oooh, this is one I'm guilty of saying all the time, and I'm trying to break this habit.  If you call me on it, I might swear bitterly under my breath, but I'd be grateful for the help stamping out this offensive speech pattern.

This one implies that the recipient of the phrase is no smarter than a toddler who didn't hear you the first time.  It's not as offensive as some of these other ones, because it's often an acknowledgement that you know you're repeating yourself, but there's an implication that goes with it that's no fun.

Sometimes I use this even if I’m not reiterating a point.  That’s a horrible mistake to make because it makes the listener feel as if they have missed something, even if they haven’t.  Worse, it might imply that there’s a significant issue

"The smart thing to do would be...” – Oh my, I just heard this one last week.  If I had to specify one phrase that I think tore down more work relationships than any other and that contributed to significant team siloing, it would be this one.  There is no more directly backhanded way to deliver the message that the recipient is not smart.  This boils down to nothing more than “I’m talking to you and trying to present a solution.  It differs from yours, but if you were smart, you’d do this.”

No kidding, I’ve seen this one conversational antipattern delay and ultimately torpedo a multi-million dollar, multi-year effort because one key architect continually said this to one key IT project lead.  In talking to the lead, he said something to the effect of, “If that guy calls me stupid one more time…”

We’re all knowledge workers here, so our intrinsic value is in at least part derived from out intelligence and the solutions it generates.  These conversational antipatterns really tweak the heart of that.  It’s name-calling.  Subtle, but still name-calling.

And when was the last time you heard “Well, you’re a doodie-head!” in a meeting?  Good, then stop saying these things, too.

Again, the smart thing to do would be to think about that.

Dammit.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Engrish in China

Not very culturally sensitive of me, I know, but for many years back in the Allstate days, Mike Becker and I would visit Engrish.com.  The word itself comes from a stereotypical mispronunciation that was made transposing the sounds of the more difficult liquid consonants when spoken by an Asian English speaker.  I know it isn't a very nice term, and after learning a little about Chinese pronunciation, I'm not ever making fun of anyone's pronunciation again.

Looking at Engrish.com now, however, I see the term has been generalized to any mistranslation, misspelling, or otherwise misinterpretation of a foreign language to English.  I don't know why I find misspellings on signs so humorous, but I do, and we would laugh so hard at some of the bad translations and misspellings.

I thought it was kind of rare to find an example of Engrish in the wild.  I figured on the mean and clean streets of Beijing, any English signage would have been inspected and corrected.

I figured completely wrong.

If proofreading skills were worth real money, I could make a fortune walking around China and correcting everything from spelling to grammar to kerning and missing letters.  It's astounding exactly how many of the signs are incorrect.  I thought I'd post the ones I took pictures of here.

NOTE: the camera is the one on my phone, and that's pretty hit or miss.  Sometimes the pics are clear, and other times, they're blurry.  Fair warning.

Urinating into the pool.  You are the Best!
This may be my favorite sign of the trip.  There's so much here to chuckle at.  From the title "This is what I've always wanted to talk to you" to the repeated "you are the best..." to the little fella who looks like a stubby little wiener, this is a masterwork of Engrish.

What?  No bugling in the park?
This counts as weird signage, so I'm including it.  This sign was posted near the Beijing National Center for the Performing Arts, the Opera House.  I don't count the sign as Engrish specifically, but it definitely made me look twice.  The things that got me most were the bugle, the two almost identical bikes that were necessary to include, the guy bouncing three balls, and the two symbols at the lower right that I don't have a point of reference for.

The Forbidden city is concerned about my family's well-being.
There is a fair amount of just odd phrasing here.  This is a bit of the forbidden city that's under construction, and clearly this is a warning to be safe.  But a building saying "take care" sets off the "weirdo" bell for me.

Yes, that's a picture of a man, all right!
I think the sign would have been clear without the text.  With the text, it's a bit confusing.  Not Men, but Man.  This one.  This little blue one. Ah!  One of the Blue Man Group, perhaps.

I am here?  Where is here?
Another one of my favorites of the whole trip, and there's a double weirdness here.  Both these signs are posted on a building at one of the landings on the part of the Great Wall we climbed.  I wish I'd snagged a better pic of that top sign.  If you can't read it, it says "Speaking cellphone is strictly prohibited when thunderstorm," a fine example of Engrish.  And then at the bottom: "You are here" without a diagram is not a very western concept, and I couldn't figure out what I was supposed to do with that information, except maybe to call for help and give them the location, as long as it wasn't thunderstorm.

A weirdly phrased sign in the bathroom.
This one was above the urinals.  I believe this was for automatic flushing of urinals, but it didn't automatically wash the body part closest to the sign.

You say that, Sign, and yet, here we are...
This was at the Kung Fu Panda show.  Yes.  A kung fu demonstration at the Beijing Shi Cha Hai Sports School.  And two of the artists were in panda costumes.

Closer.  Closer.  TOO CLOSE!
This was advice at the urinals.  I wouldn't be averse to more signs like this in the men's restrooms in the US. Keep the splatter to a minimum.  Of course, there's a lot to be said about the bathrooms in China, but that's for a future post.

This seems like a sign you'd see in a Colorado dispensary, though there it no longer needs to be medicinal, no?
This shot was taken in an apothecary in Beijing.  The drawers in the wall contained a variety of roots, and certainly that's what the "Medicinal Slices" sign refers to.  Still, it's a weird thing to have so abbreviated in English, especially out of context.

Everybody Wang Fujung tonight.
This is a fairly longwinded name for a jewelry store.  Surprising that they had to tell us that we could only buy gifts here.  And in English, "supermarket" implies food, although the proper translation is more probably "superstore".

These ornaments will help you get "lade"...
So much wrong here.  "Quintessence facebook" is what made me take the picture, as I have no idea what that even means.  But right next to it I can buy some "Crystal inside painting", which apparently is something like bedazzling your colon.  "Field calligraphy" is also not clear.  

On the third floor, not only can I get those Lade Ornaments referred to in the caption, but I can also purchase an order of "Opening ceremony."  Maybe that's where you buy the yoga pants.

I think the Way Out is Far Out.
Not every bit of Engrish is big and obvious.  This little misspelling pointing everyone to the Peace and Tranguility Guest House is just a little typo, but they are ubiquitous.  Also, "Way Out" deserves its own category of Engrish.  You've got about a 50/50 chance of it being a "Way Out" sign vs. an "Exit" sign.  It is, of course, the way out.  And "Way Out" is also a perfectly standard way to label an exit in Britain.  It's just not American English to say it that way, so it seems weird to me every time I see it.  

Also, the use of "Toilet" for bathroom is standard there, whereas we would use that to refer specifically to the actual device, not the entire room.  Again, I understand this to reflect the influence of British English.

I forgot how to pronounce that "dng" sound.
Really, I'm not trying to be cruel.  These misspellings are everywhere.  Seriously, I can't believe that it was that hard to find someone who could look up proper spelling in a city of seven million people (Suzhou).

And uncultured, boorish behavior is dim scenery?
I don't know if I could have said it better myself.  This is the nicest way of telling tourists to behave that I've ever seen.  There's a lyrical quality to some of these odd translations, as if the turn of phrase could somehow become a charming part of the language.

I admit that sometimes I lift a leg when I do that, too.
It's not always clear what they want you not to do.  In context, this sign was suggesting that you should stay on the path, and you shouldn't step over the railing and walk on the nicely maintained grass. But when I first looked at it, I thought the sign was telling me not to do any disco moves in the garden.  Especialy with that weird disco ball in the upper right corner of the sign.

China is finally speaking my language.
There's nothing at all wrong with this sign.  It would actually be right at home in a small college town in America.  Here among all the Engrish, however, there's a bit of a foreign feel to the phrase "coffee language". Guilt by association, I fancy.

Lettce not and say we did.
I can kinda forgive this one.  It's on a buffet, and it's printed out on paper in a restaurant.  It may have been a legitimate typo, even.  This makes me wonder, however, if we left out a little squiggle in a Chinese character whether this is what it would look like to them, or whether it might be an entirely different word, or whether it would be a character that didn't mean anything.  

Don't do nothing.
I mentioned before that sometimes it wasn't clear what the Chinese signs were asking me not to do.  This one pushes that to an extreme, however.  The Chinese under that may make it perfectly clear what is meant, but doesn't help me at all.  There was a guy smoking in a seat right below this sign, however, so that's definitely not what it's for.  Unless it is and he was a serious scofflaw.

The big sign specified a small food.
I don't know what this one is trying to say exactly.  There's a minimum purchase in the VIP room of about $5 (30 RMB), but I'm not sure what that third line is getting at. Also, the butterfly... Is that the small food?

On the automatic revolving door of the hotel.
Here I am again confused about what not to do.  This is on the automatic revolving door at our hotel, so the "Attention" sign and the "Grab your kids and walk" sign make a lot of sense.  I can't figure out what they're supposed to be doing in the bottom picture though. The standing feller appears to be skateboarding into the face of the person on all fours, like a bizarre Jackass episode played out between Bam Margera and Johnny Knoxville.  Ultimately, I just took it to mean, "Don't fuck around in the revolving door."

To be a pickup artist, please check your baggage number.
This was the last sign of the trip that was Engrished.  It was in the Beijing airport by the baggage claim.  We had to pick up our bags from the domestic flight from Shanghai and re-check them to fly international to Chicago.  

Needless to say, we avoided the wrong picking up. 

So that's the signs I captured while I was there.  Surely there were ones I missed, and there were some we captured with other people's cameras, but I wanted to share these with everyone as soon as I was able.





Monday, April 15, 2013

Overheard in the Office

Amusing quotes overheard in the workplace.  In all cases, the speaker was trying to say one thing when they meant another.  In all cases, the resulting turn of phrase is maybe even more awesome than the original would have been in the context.
  • At the epic center (not epicenter)
  • When push comes to shovel (not shove)
  • There's another caviar on the first point (not caveat)
Just goes to show how malleable and cool language can be.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Ancient Developer Vernacular - "Bizzling with the Yuk-Yuks"

Back in the day – “ee when I were a lad” – and just a leaf-level developer node in a very large unnamed insurance company, there was a palpable dichotomy between those that were at the bottom working as individual contributors and the seventeen layers of management between us and the CEO.  This idea that we were “just” worker bees and that the decisions got made somewhere up in the aether.  That we were not privy to the forces that shaped those decisions, and certainly had no influence.

I don’t know if that happens everywhere.  I hear stories of the camaraderie of the factory floor vs. the management structure.  Or stories of the labor union representatives and the company management representatives.  But all anecdotal. 

We had a term back then for what we assumed that the management must be doing when going about their daily deeds: bizzling (or v. to bizzle).  Kind of a cross between “buzzing” and “business”. 

It was always used as a pejorative or cynical term.  This idea that a bunch of mid-level management (or the Kelly-Jelly, named so by a colleague after a particularly malleable individual) did mostly nothing except buzz around, like bees, bumping into one another and essentially cancelling out most of the net effects of the motion.  This jelly-like layer existed to protect the line-workers who needed to get stuff done, and the upper level of management where the serious decisions were made.  They were a layer of management where you could rotate people freely with almost no impact to the work happening beneath them.  When the time came to have a layoff, you had a robust middle layer to pick from.  

The people at the top were called the Yuk-yuks.  I don’t recall if that was because they were laughing all the way to the bank, or it was a bastardization of “High-falutin’ Muckity-Muks.”  Or maybe both.  Lost to the sands of time. 

Anyway, for most of our leaf-node days, we wouldn't see these decision makers.  The Yuk-yuks were respected, contrary to what you might think based on the silly name.  But when you got invited to be in the room with the decision makers, you could immediately see why they were not in the jelly.  They made decisions.  They didn't defer.  The buck stopped at them.  They came prepared to meetings to make things happen, and they did.  Often based on real metrics and evidence (another difference between them and the gelatinous mass between us and them).

These were not the Pointy-Haired Bosses of Dilbert fame.  These were not the clueless CEOs from that comic either.  These Yuk-yuks were people who you could reasonably set up as role models.  Pity we didn't get to work more directly with them.  To keep their effectiveness, they typically delegated all work to a team of mid-level managers, who picked up the balls and ran into each other instead of toward the corporate goal lines.

Maybe that was part of their strategy.

Whenever one of our number was invited to a meeting, that member was said to be “Off bizzling with the Yuk-yuks.”  More often than not, the person that got to go was admired for being invited to see the inner workings of the Yuk-yuk echelon. 

Of course, that was before I learned more about effective management, and I now understand how these layers could naturally stratify.  I also recognize the whole us-vs.-them as also culturally destructive.   I don’t think like that anymore.  But I had to share these ancient shibboleths.  Those from my tribe may recall them.