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This one goes out to Justin, because he was telling me how much he enjoys the knowledge that I share on my blog...and he likes to see his name in lights.
Okay, so the other night I was watching "Sex and the City" on TBS and a commercial comes on for orange juice. A thought pops into my head...are oranges called that because of the color, or is the color named so because of the fruit? So I turn to my mom and ask her that very question. She said: "you mean like a chicken or the egg thing?" Yep, that's exactly what I want to know. Mom didn't have the answer, so I looked it up. Shocking, I know.
Here's your next installment: I did some research in the Oxford English Dictionary. Which is the definitive dictionary and is chock full of all sorts of useful information. I also googled it and came up with an etymology, which is really close, from Wikipedia. But we'll go with the most authoritative source. The OED gives this definition--
1. a. Any of various kinds of citrus fruit with a usually reddish-yellow rind when mature and an acid many-celled juicy pulp; spec. (a) (more fully Seville orange, bitter orange) the fruit of Citrus aurantium, whose pulp is bitter and which is now used chiefly for making marmalade; (b) (more fully sweet orange, China orange) the fruit of C. sinensis and its varieties, which has a pleasantly acid pulp and is used for eating and making juice.
It then goes on to tell of the earliest documented uses of the name, the earliest being 1400 AD.
Then, if you scroll to a later entry you see this definition--
4. A bright reddish-yellow colour like that of the skin of a ripe orange; any one of a number of shades occupying the region between red and yellow in the spectrum. Also: a pigment or dye of this colour.
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a. Of the colour of an orange (see A. 4).
And the earliest documented usage of this definition...wait for it...here it comes....1532! Which is a full 132 years after they named the fruit. So, the answer is the chicken! Or is it the egg?
Okay, so I didn't solve that one, but now we know that the color orange is derived from the color of the skin of the fruit. I would have thought it were the other way around. Glad I checked. Well, Justin, did you learn something?
What’s fun about writing? It’s such a chore. Yet I’m fascinated by communication. But I hate Languages. Or maybe I’m just mad because I’m not fluent in any language including my native one. Talk about a chore. Fuck writing, I can barely talk. At least with writing I can usually take my time and consult a thesaurus or have a piece of software fix my spelling errors. When you are talking the results are instant. If you know how to formulate your thoughts into words then you’ll be O.K. If you don’t know how to formulate your thoughts into words then it’s going to be immediately recognized by anybody with half a brain. I’m a simpleton.
I am not talking about a person’s ability to have profound thoughts. I am talking about a person’s ability to accurately transform their thoughts into some form of effective communication so that some other motherfucker knows exactly what you are thinking. The thought could be a desire, a plan, a story, a worry, a memory, a delusion, it doesn’t matter, from the simplest, most mundane thought to the most complicated, abstract thought, from the thought of a good shit in the morning to the thought of what gravity is. It does not matter what the thought is as long as you can properly convey it to another individual. If you are the simplest person to have ever stepped on this planet and you can do that, then you can conquer the world. They are velvet tongued.
I’m amazed by how limiting language is. I’m frustrated by how complicated it is. I love to blurt out fragment sentences and expect you to know what I’m thinking. I hate trying to make sense out of your sentences. I love the history of languages. I hate using languages. I love words and their origins. I hate putting words together and utilizing them. I love mumbling. I hate fumbling. I love the concept. I hate the reality. I love the reality. I hate the concept. I love the duality. I hate the duality. I love the velvet tongued simpleton. I hate the velvet tongued simpleton.