Saturday, November 20, 2010

Go Cougars!

Spence and I had a great time today at the BYU game.  Hopefully next week is at fortuitous as this week was. 

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

How ya' doin'? (or "What are you really saying?")

What is the origin of the word 'OK'?

There have been numerous attempts to explain the emergence of this expression, which seems to have swept into popular use in the US during the mid-19th century. Most of them are pure speculation. It does not seem at all likely, from the linguistic and historical evidence, that it comes from the Scots expression och aye, the Greek ola kala ('it is good'), the Choctaw Indian oke or okeh ('it is so'), the French aux Cayes ('from Cayes', a port in Haiti with a reputation for good rum) or au quai ('to the quay', as supposedly used by French-speaking dockers), or the initials of a railway freight agent called Obediah Kelly who is said to have written them on documents he had checked.

A more likely explanation is that the term originated as an abbreviation of orl korrekt , a jokey misspelling of 'all correct' which was current in the US in the 1830s. The oldest written references result from its use as a slogan by the Democratic party during the American Presidential election of 1840. Their candidate, President Martin Van Buren, was nicknamed 'Old Kinderhook' (after his birthplace in New York State), and his supporters formed the 'OK Club'. This undoubtedly helped to popularize the term (though it did not get President Van Buren re-elected).

The only other theory with at least a degree of plausibility is that the term originated among Black slaves of West African origin, and represents a word meaning 'all right, yes indeed' in various West African languages. Unfortunately, historical evidence enabling the origin of this expression to be finally and firmly established may be hard to unearth.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Lone Peak

taken from our front yard... love the fresh snow in the mountains...

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Traverse to work... (aka "head in the clouds")

With the winter creeping upon us, I revel in the dawn of the day for 20 minutes in my red ice box. Climb in, pull away from the driveway while white fairies dismount my hood and windows; they are swept away in the wind. The mountains all around are still dressed in the clouds they slept in. Birds are a flurry above. A couple of gulls fly cross-wind on their morning commute. Next a desperate flock of starlings are chased by a hungry and aggressive kestrel. My heart is in the heavens, my eyes are on the road... at times. Evidence of strong winds is found in the quickly jogging clouds that skim the earth: the flag we call freedom straightened in the breeze. A lone duck, who may have missed the Southern boat, catches a glance from my eye. The sun pierces through, but only from a moment. It seems to have just reached it's summit on top of Mount Timpanogos. Into the Salt Lake Valley I settle, and the day has begun. Another day. A beautiful morning.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Ireland 2010 Slideshow

Will add some captions as time permits... we had a lovely time with the lovely people of Ireland.