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Rebekah at the root of the name means coils of rope, braided hair, captivating, captivity.
A cat named "sootie", pronounced sue-tee, in the ears of a foriegner came across as if someone was constantly saying "SHUT UP" when in actuallity they were commenting on the cats coloring.
Do you have any other questions?
I thought your point was pretty easy to understand and grasp.
Today in many cultures- middle names are also used as a method of identification. For example, there may be three John Smiths in a town. However, the middle name can be used to distinguish which John Smith you are referring to.
Barrack Hussein Obama
Hussein means "good looking" which then makes the whole name have an even more interesting bend to it doesnt it?
Sometimes things that look good aren't always good for us.
Sometimes, many will say, and always some others will say, I view things with a pessimistic and jaundiced eye. Then, if I react, I react from and unadvised or poorly advised or ill-advised [I am my adviser] stance, shaky and even indefensible position. In this case, what needed edification was this:
Barack= Blessing Obama= Fallen The Blessing has Fallen. Interpret it how you will
My jaundiced inclination and perspective lead me to jump to the conclusion [Interpret it how you will] that you were making a case for viewing President-elect Barack Hussein Obama as a "blessed" one who has "fallen": maybe like a "fallen angel" or thing of evil. Ya see the trouble my adviser can cause me?
Some funny stuff now. Back in 1991 during my first tour of teaching English in China in Manchuria, in the northeast city of Shenyang, Liaoning I learned the Chinese word for dog.
There was an urgent need for me to quickly traverse a section of the city of six-million or more people. Riding my bicycle I was being held back, impeded in my urgency by my companion, a Chinese professor at Liaoning University. She was not as aggressive on her bicycle navigating the dangerous traffic as I was, especially at intersections where traffic signals have little meaning to or control over the drivers.
Eventually, out of anger and frustration, when she again showed timidity at crossing and intersection I was well into, I , in anger yelled back at her "Go! Go! Go!" and continued on my urgent mission.
When she caught up with me, a concerned look on her face, she breathlessly pleaded "David, David, David don't say that". "Don't say what?" I asked. "Don't yell 'Go!'. The people think you curse them."
In Mandarin Chinese "go" means "dog" and it very offensive to call a Chinese a dog. Ya see, of course, I now understand your intent, your stated purpose for your post.
Here in Qingdao, on the coast of China, I have more than one of my friends refuse to, absolutely refuses to cross a street with me. I have long had the habit to kick or beat on cars, mostly taxis, that shoot in front of me, impeding my progress in designated pedestrian crosswalks. Sometimes they boldly do so against a traffic control signal.
Too, when I can stop some of the traffic to direct and allow others to cross without fear of injury, I aggressively react to the frequent horn-honking I have caused. I do so by holding my hands over my ears and loudly screaming "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" at the offending drivers as they pass.
I will not disclose here the meaning of "beep". Suffice it to relate, that I now know why my friends have refused to cross streets with me. I am happy to know the meaning in Mandarin and still use it because it, to me, is an appropriate curse to those totally inconsiderate, insane indeed, scofflaws.
Once I was hit and knocked to the ground by one-such scofflaw. At least twice, maybe three times there have been accidents as a result of my refusal to give-way to a driver intent on ignoring me and racing by me. The drivers, because of my aggressive action to establish and defend my right to be where I was, to exist in their world, they needed to stop or hit me. They, to the surprise of those behind them, made emergency stops: BANG! CRASH!
Another time, I stopped a single car in the major restaurant district when out with a family of Chinese friends. The area is somewhat mall-like where dinners and tourist can meander and promenade the several blocks of restaurants. Some streets are designed and used mainly for access and not intended as thoroughfares.
The driver took great when I stepped into his path as he raced towards us flashing his headlights and blowing his horn. Longer to shorter story. The first time he nudged me with his bumper I gave him the finger. The second time I screamed obscenities at him. The third time I hit my fist on the hood of his car. The fourth I banged my fist very hard and loudly on the hood. The fight that ensued after he clamored out of his vehicle resulted in me being knocked to or ending on the ground no less than five times by him and his passenger or through my tripping.
I am 67 years old. Neither of the attackers were half my age. I was saved from any real serious physical harm by protective action from my friends and strangers. The attackers left before the police arrived and took me to a station to file a report. Qingdao is so, so cool. So many intersting and exciting thigs to do here.
The modern name "Weeks" is compared to calenders in order to get the spelling across. As a child, I often heard that Weeks is weak.
Now it seems I have a last name like that hospital director guy on TV... House.
Languages can be confused by time and place.
English "go"= Mandarin "dog". (see previous postings/ reply)
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