A couple years ago a foodie friend of mine left me very confused after going on and on about a great restaurant that only has a prefix meal. I was imagining some kind of odd dinner + word game where every ingredient starts with “in” or “ex” and silently thought that it was the most pretentious and asinine thing I had ever heard.
It was a while later before I learned that Prix Fixe was another name for a chef’s tasting menu.
:eek::eek: Uh oh.
Infovore: Aloysius and Ambrosius are alchemists, and will always be located in an environs of some sort.
As differentiated from the “Knights Who Say Knee”? hee hee
Senegoid: What the heck is “יהוה”?
Don’t be silly. My wife’s late piano teacher studied in England and knew the family, who all called him Ralph. Rafe was his affectation and will go on calling him Ralph.
Aw, geez, Napier, it took me ALL THIS TIME to get your joke in post #22. I must be slipping. --Good one!
I know we’ve done it a jillion times, but I still feel like the most logical way is, “Hear here,” as in, “hear [what I have to say over [here],” since it’s generally used in crowds, to attract attention to one’s imminent agreement.
The Hebrew spelling of YHVH, the name of G-d. Or rather, His initials. Supposed to not be spoken in full, but it appears in writing all the time.
Hari Seldon and KneadToKnow: Because I had never heard of “Camille Saint-Sains”, I went and looked it up, and even now am listening to the Seattle Youth Orchestra’s rendition of “Carnival of the Animals.” It is a delightful detour, the kind I cherish; and no longer surprising from the message board that introduced me to “Firefly” and “Invader Zim.”
I love this place. And no, Monsieur Saint-Saëns, I don’t think it detracts from your standing as a serious composer at all!
You should also check out Danse Macabre.
Concur with bells and lots of other percussion instruments on.
and so I shall, Little Nemo, just as soon as I’m done listening to “The Swan” and I get whatever it is out of my eye…
I have never gotten this straight. I have heard arguments for both, and whenever a consensus is finally agreed on I forget which it was the next time I need to use it.
Chomping at the bit, because, well, you chomp with your mouth, the bit is in the horse’s mouth, and what the hell is champing and if it sounds like chomping why does it have a damn a in it?
Well, TBG, that’s a very good question; and so I looked it up.
Apparently, “champing” is “chomping impatiently.” In light of that, you can see where “chomping at the bit” might imply complacence, or just enthusiasm. Hece champing.
The consensus is it’s “hear, hear.” It’s being used as a command to listen. Consider the related cries of “hear ye, hear ye” or “oyez oyez” that are used to open a trial.
Well, I watched “Danse Macabre.” (vid of orchestra) That is one awesome violin section.
I went on to watch Introduction et Rondo Capriccioso and it just** blew me away**. I have never heard a composition for violin quite like that. And the violinist, wow! Such passion!
[self-hijack] ** Rhythmdvl **- I wanted to make sure to say,I feel your pain.
Picture this: It is 1979. I am 16. I live in San Bruno, a suburb near San Francisco, culturally miles and miles behind The City. My parents are conservative, and I have never been anywhere good.
My social studies class is invited to participate in a “Model U.N.” conference, on the campus of the University of California in Berkeley! We are offered two nations to represent. I volunteer to be Saudi Arabia because this is the days of OPEC and gas shortages, and I wanted to wear the cool headdress and sunglasses.
Oh Paradise! I am in Berkeley! I taste my first ever felaffel!
We get to the conference. There is a long and erudite discourse about apartheid.
Finally, I had to pass a note, and ask a neighboring nation - “What is apartheid?” I didn’t know. Cringe. [/self-hijack]