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Ben Lindbergh at the Ringer asks “When did jerk stop meaning ‘stupid’?” He starts with the Steve Martin movie The Jerk, saying of its protagonist:

Navin is oblivious, not obnoxious. He’s ignorant, not intolerant. He’s naive, not intentionally cruel. He’s a bumpkin, a rube, and a moron, maybe, but a jerk? For the most part, no, I wouldn’t say so.

There he is, of course, using the current sense of jerk:

“There’s definitely been a semantic shift in ‘jerk’ over the years,” says linguist, lexicographer, and Wall Street Journal language columnist Ben Zimmer. The Oxford English Dictionary, which dates “jerk,” an American colloquialism, back to 1935, reports: “Originally: an inept or pathetic person; a fool. Now: an objectionable or obnoxious person.” Green’s Dictionary of Slang, which traces “jerk” back to 1934, defines its original meaning as “a fool, an idiot, a failure.”

He goes into the change in some detail, and it makes fascinating reading, but here’s the part that grabbed my attention and made me post it:
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Y wrote me as follows:

Semiticist Benjamin Suchard retired his Twitter account in favor of a blog. His specialty is biblical Hebrew, but he’s interested in everything else Semitic and Afro-Asiatic. Check it out.

(The site design is awful but I’m sure it’ll get fixed sooner or later.)

The design really is awful, and there’s not even an About page [There is, just click on WHO? — thanks, Jen! –LH] where one might hope to learn why it’s called Bnuyaminim (if indeed it is — that’s in the URL but not on the blog itself), but never mind, the posts look interesting: August 10, Is Arabic Cushitic?; August 9, Is Beja Berber?; August 8, The genitive in Semitic and Cushitic (and Beja), etc. His now abandoned Twitter page said:

Comparative Semiticist trying to leave his dark Indo-Europeanist past behind him. /⁠ˈsuʃɑɹd/⁠, /⁠ˈsyʃɑɹt/⁠, or /⁠syˈʃaʁ/ preferred; /⁠ˈsʌkhɑɹd/ dispreferred.

Which is fun, but I kind of wish he’d said which of the three preferred versions is his own usage. Thanks, Y!

A correspondent writes on behalf of a researcher of his acquaintance:

The researcher asks about the composition of the audiences in Ottoman gazinos (cabarets/nightclubs) in Istanbul/Constantinople ca. 1908-1910. If a prominent Sephardic singer such as Haim Effendi were performing, what might the audience have consisted of (in terms of nationalities, religions, etc.)? Would women have attended, too? Would Haim have performed songs principally in Judeo-Spanish, in Turkish, or both? Would any of these answers change after the revolution of summer, 1908?

The question about songs in Judeo-Spanish and/or Turkish is of course of Hattic interest (though perhaps unanswerable by anyone present), as is the word غازینو‎ (gazino), from Italian casino — I wonder why the initial consonant got voiced? (We talked about Ottoman Turkish in 2007 and 2017.)

Part of Simon Willison’s Catching up on the weird world of LLMs (Large Language Models) is about language, which makes it Hattic material; a great deal of it is about coding, which is Greek a mystery to me but of interest to a lot of Hatters, so it’s worth posting for that as well. Consider it also as a public service message — I draw your attention in particular to the “Prompt injection” section at the end. It’s written so clearly and conversationally that even I was able to get a lot out of it. Here’s a passage with some good stuff:

I’ll talk about how I use them myself—I use them dozens of times a day. About 60% of my usage is for writing code. 30% is helping me understand things about the world, and 10% is brainstorming and helping with idea generation and thought processes.

They’re surprisingly good at code. Why is that? Think about how complex the grammar of the English language is compared to the grammar used by Python or JavaScript. Code is much, much easier.

I’m no longer intimidated by jargon. I read academic papers by pasting pieces of them into GPT-4 and asking it to explain every jargon term in the extract. Then I ask it a second time to explain the jargon it just used for those explanations. I find after those two rounds it’s broken things down to the point where I can understand what the paper is talking about.

I no longer dread naming things. I can ask it for 20 ideas for names, and maybe option number 15 is the one I go with. […]

Always ask for “twenty ideas for”—you’ll find that the first ten are super-obvious, but once you get past those things start getting interesting. Often it won’t give you the idea that you’ll use, but one of those ideas well be the spark that will set you in the right direction.

It’s the best thesaurus ever. You can say “a word that kind of means…” and it will get it for you every time.

An important bit that he mentions in passing: “they don’t guess next words, they guess next tokens.” These models don’t know anything about words or meaning, they just predict token use. Which brings me to what is to me a very basic and important point. I got this via MetaFilter, where one user commented:

But, is that different than me? My words aren’t numbers, but they are squeeks and hoots and grunts that, when strung together, have meaning. As I read this section, I swung between “it’s fake” to “I’m fake”.

And another said “that applies to a lot of people as well.” No! Stop thinking like this, people! I know it feels edgy and cool, but it reinforces an already too common tendency to degrade people’s humanity. Saying “how do I know I’m not a Markov chain?” is like saying “How do I know I’m conscious?”: it’s stupid and self-defeating. The world is hard enough to decipher without pulling the wool over our own eyes.

I found the image in Slavomír Čéplö (bulbul)’s Facebook post so delightful I had to bring the text here even though I have to copy it out word by word; it’s a page from Winnie-da-Pooh in Singlish, translated by Gwee Li Sui (and claimed to be “First translation of A.A. Milne’s classic children’s book into a creole language,” though who knows?):

“Oi!”
“I think the bees suspect something!”
“Suspect what thing?”
“Dunno leh. But I fewl they suspicious!”
“Maybe they think you wan their honey.”
“Maybe. With bees, you dunno one.”
After diam-diam a bit, he cow-pehed to you again.
“Christopher Lobin!”
“Simi?”
“Your house got umbrella?”
“I think so.”

You can see (most of) the original English here, and I linked to A Dictionary of Singlish and Singapore English here. Unfortunately, the dictionary doesn’t have the words I linked above or “cow-peh,” which I suspect may be Hokkien 哭爸 kao pei ‘cry father,’ “used to describe a person who is making a complaint.”

Joshua Yaffa’s New Yorker piece on the Wagner Group (archived) has a moment of Franco-Hattic interest:

One thing, however, has remained constant: the principle of “se servir sur la bête,” as Christophe Gomart, the former head of French military intelligence, put it, an expression that means “to serve yourself from the beast,” or, better yet, to get your pound of flesh.

But the expression (alternatively “se payer sur la bête“) means “en parlant d’un créancier, se faire payer en prenant directement sur le salaire, les revenus de son débiteur” [of a creditor, to take payment directly from the salary or income of the debtor], so “to get your pound of flesh,” which implies unjust and cruel extraction, is not right. I think the best English equivalent in this context would be simply “getting paid.”

Olly Richards has an 18-minute YouTube video featuring “11 Difficult English Accents You WON’T Understand.” Clickbait title, sure, but it’s fun to test your ear; I thought at first I was going to go 0-for-11, since the first four baffled me, but then I got 5, 6, 7, and 9, so I felt better. (For the others, I usually got the general area but not the specific country/dialect.) Warning: the dude says things like “this patois is not considered a dialect of English because it has too many loan words” and “speaking just the way your ancestors did,” but never mind, he supplies a lot of useful historical information, and the dialects are great. (I expect there will be spoilers in the comments, so if you want to test yourself, maybe do so before you dive into the thread.)

I ran across a reference to the wee Scottish town of Lesmahagow and (of course) wanted to know how it was pronounced, and Wikipedia told me that it was /lɛzməˈheɪɡoʊ/ (which I would never have guessed). But it also had a startling etymology section:

The name means “Enclosure (meaning a walled area, like a monastery or fort) of St Machutus”. The saint was born in Wales and may originally have been known as “Mahagw” prior to emigrating to Brittany where he became known by the Latinised form of the name and also as “St Malo”. It is also possible that the first syllable may mean “garden” rather than “monastery”, although Mac an Tailleir (2003) believes the former was altered from the latter in Gaelic.

So off I went to investigate the saint, and found:

Saint Malo (French pronunciation: ​[sɛ̃.ma.lo]; also known as Maclou, Maloù or Mac’h Low, or in Latin as Maclovius or Machutus, c. 27 March 520 – 15 November 621) was a Welsh mid-sixth century founder of Saint-Malo, a commune in Brittany, France. He was one of the seven founding saints of Brittany. […]

Malo’s name may derive from the Old Breton machlou, a compound of mach “warrant, hostage” and lou (or loh) “brilliant, bright, beautiful”.

All those “may” and “possible” make me itch, but it’s certainly an intriguing tangle. From Lesmahagow to Saint-Malo in one easy step!

I’m reading Bunin’s “В саду” [In the orchard], in which a canny old merchant stops by to visit some peasants who are working for him and starts complaining about various people of his acquaintance. His wife is always suffering from some ailment or other, his daughter is dissatisfied with her life for no good reason (“горе от ума Грибоедова, видимое дело” [grief from the mind of Griboyedov, that’s what it is]), a servant not only can’t cook but can’t even mix swill for swine (“сама как мясопотам какой” [she’s like some mesopotamus] — that folk-etymologized mashup of мясо ‘meat,’ гиппопотам ‘hippopotamus,’ and Месопотамия ‘Mesopotamia’ made me laugh out loud), and a rich shopkeeper named Shurinov has gone completely around the bend with religious mania, telling everyone they should stop thinking about money and start worrying about the grave, using the rhyming expressions Russians love (“нонче ты с дружьями, а завтра с червями, нынче в порфире, а завтра в могиле” [today you’re with friends, and tomorrow with worms, today in purple, and tomorrow in the grave]). He continues:

Теперь, говорят, одно твердит: амигдал да онагрь, велбуд да тля, скимен да вретище…

Now, they say, he keeps repeating the same things: almond tree and wild ass, camel and aphid, schema and sackcloth…

The rest of them were clear enough, but what was the almond tree about? (He uses the Church Slavic word амѵгдалъ/амигдалъ rather than the normal Russian миндаль.) It turned out to be a reference to Ecclesiastes 12:5:

Also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail: because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets

The Church Slavic version of “and the almond tree shall flourish” is “и процвѣтетъ амѵгдалъ.” Which is well and good, but what is so ominous about an almond tree flourishing? So I dug deeper and found that the original Hebrew has וְיִסְתַּבֵּ֣ל הַשָּׁקֵד֙ ‘and the almond tree is a burden.’ Well, which is it, flourishing or a burden? [I got this entirely wrong; see comments below.] Anybody know what’s going on here?

John Self at the Graun shares some good news:

There was a buzz in the room at this year’s International Booker prize ceremony in May, as some eye-opening – and encouraging – numbers were shared by the organisers. The figures, from a broad survey of book buyers, showed that sales of translated fiction increased 22% last year, compared to 2021 – and that it is most popular among readers under 35, who account for almost 50% of translated fiction sales. This is much higher than the 31% share of overall fiction sales bought by these readers – and the figures have grown year on year. For translated fiction, the future looks bright. So much so that in some cases books by certain publishers have become a “cultural accessory”. So how did it become cool, and which are the names to watch out for?

Undoubtedly the International Booker prize itself has boosted the profile of fiction from around the world published in English. Fiammetta Rocco has been the prize’s administrator from its launch as an annual award in 2016, and since then its winners have enjoyed enormous attention and sales boosts. […]

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