Generally I try to avoid insipid reposting of material you’ll find elsewhere, but I thought this article on the Merriam-Webster Dictionary’s most-frequent searches might be of interest.

Do they just not get the message, those residents of our northern protectorate? They call their country “Canada”, but they call themselves “Canadian”. Do they not see the obvious contradiction there?

Look, there are about six dozen countries around the world whose names end with the letter ’A’.

The majority, about thirty-five of them end in “-ia” and without exception their people are referred to by words that end in “-ian”. Examples: Australia/Australian, India/Indian, Russia/Russian, Serbia/Serbian, Colombia/Colombian, Austria/Austrian… You get the picture.

Another twenty-five countries end in “-a” but not the popular “-ia”. People from those nations are all referred to by adding an ’N’ onto the end. Thus: Cuban, Jamaican, Korean, Samoan, Venezuelan, South African, and, naturally, American.

That accounts for essentially every nation in the world that ends in the letter ’A’. That’s the universal rule: if your country name ends with “-ia”, your people are “-ian”, and if your country ends in “-a” but not “-ia”, your residents are “-an”.

Oh, but not if you come from Canada, eh? They’re different, or at least backwards. They’re not “Canadan”, as by all rights they ought to be, if they understood the Queen’s English that they so proudly esteem above American English.

Oh no, they’re “Canadian”, which would only be correct if they lived in a place called “Canadia”. Canada: Canadan. Canadia: Canadian. So simple, even a Quebecois could understand! But imagine how it would sound in their national anthem: O, Canadia! Our home and native land…

Of course, two other backward nations have been even more creative than the Canucks in this regard.

The people of China are called “Chinese”. Wouldn’t it be interesting if our northern neighbors (sorry, neighbours) were “Canadese”? Kinda like a slurred pronunciation of the name of their damned birds that are a hissing, crapping plague on our parklands. Mind you, they’re not “Canadan Geese”. They’re not even “Canadian Geese”. They’re “Canada Geese”. Just like Canada Dry beverages and Canada mints and the Canada Games. Is this a third possible permutation? Perhaps we should refer to our friends as “Canada people”?

But there’s one more, still better alternative. People from Panama, in a rabid fit of panache unexpected from a tiny country not known for its creative talent, call themselves “Panamanians”. If the people of Canada had that much flair, perhaps we’d all be calling them “Canadanians”, eh?

I always feel some degree of trepidation relating my philosophical revelations. Either they sound like trite, self-evident aphorisms, or they take so much abstract language to relate that they come across completely flat on paper.

Last night I had another interesting revelation. Like the others, it’s going to take some background.

Many Buddhist sects express some form of belief in reincarnation. Throughout his multiple lives, a man must attempt to perform meritorious acts in order to accumulate positive karma and promote one’s future wisdom.

In addition, nearly all schools of Buddhism promote a belief in the unity of all life, some dialect of the concept that we are all truly one in essence.

The point of these tenets is to help adherents overcome the problem of ego. Buddhism stresses compassion above all other values, and modeling compassion requires a certain suppression of the ego’s belief that it is more important than anyone else. It is difficult to express true loving compassion while we’re busy defending our ego’s self-conception of us as somehow special, better, and more important than everyone else.

However, I’ve always had an innate aversion to both of these concepts. I couldn’t explain why, other than indicating a stubborn belief that we are nothing more than bio-mechanical organisms that live briefly and die, and our consciousness, in whatever high esteem we hold it, dies with the meat that houses it. And although we have self-evident dependencies, we are not “one”.

Okay, that’s the background. Now let’s set the scene for the revelation.

I am presently reading “The History of Surrealism”, a horribly dry but authoritative account of the movement, originally written in French by Maurice Nadeau back in 1940. Here is a particular passage where Nadeau speaks about the movement’s primary leader, André Breton.

Life and the dream, he had shown, were two communicating vessels, in which events were homologous, it being impossible for the individual to assert that the latter was more real than the former. This time he went further: he abolished any frontier between the objective and the subjective. There exists, according to Breton, between man and the world, a perpetual and continuous correspondence. There exists, above all, a continuity of events which can be antecedently perceived and whose correspondences remain invisible. Yet self-analysis permits their observation.

Upon reading this, a couple things struck me.

First, the last two lines are a fairly concise statement of a Buddhist approach to life: there is something to life that is beyond its appearance to our mundane senses, and contemplative meditation allows us to access that. Now, the surrealists had a general familiarity with Buddhism, so this isn’t necessarily an independent observation, but it did put me in the mindset of interpreting this passage from a Buddhist perspective. Which led to the following.

It seems to me that Breton, as depicted in this passage, is a bit strident in his insistence upon some existence beyond objective reality. I felt this was an expression of a powerful fear of death, of the very impermanence that Buddhism teaches us to accept.

Or does it?

Breton’s unchecked ego brought him to this conceptual argument in order to bolster the idea that he would somehow live beyond his meat. But in reincarnation and the mystical oneness of all life, Buddhism also seems to provide psychological crutches that allow the overpowering ego to avoid facing death!

In a word, Buddhism’s concepts of karma, reincarnation, and the oneness of all life, while helpful in allowing the individual to suppress ego in order to cultivate a healthy sense of compassion, can also be viewed as the sheerest vanity, providing the ego with ample ways of rationalizing away the blunt, absolutely immutable fact of our impermanence and death.

I find this particularly ironic, because Buddhism is all about mastering one’s ego and accepting the fact that we die. To realize that such an obvious, ego-driven aversion to death can be found within Buddhism’s core tenets was a real revelation.

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Mar. 11th, 2005 02:04 pm

If you’re an Orny reader, you’ll know by now that for the past couple years I’ve been reexamining my personal philosophy, which has led me from secular humanism and Existentialism into Buddhism. So the following quiz results should come as no surprise to you:

Buddhism

67%

atheism

67%

paganism

67%

agnosticism

63%

Satanism

58%

Islam

42%

Judaism

25%

Christianity

17%

Hinduism

8%

I am pretty righteously amused, however, to see a perfect tie between Buddhism, atheism, and paganism. I would admit to all three, and think there’s absolutely nothing that makes them incompatible with one another.

I also took the “commonly confused words” test and got the following:

English Genius
You scored 86% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 100% Advanced, and 88% Expert!

That is, of course, not a surprise, although the botched “beginner” level is a bit odd. Having spent the past 35 years with writing competence as a priority, I actually expected a bit better.

snudge, noun ('sn&j)
1: a muddy or slushy mass, deposit, or sediment produced as a by-product of snuggles and/or hugs.

This is a particularly uninspiring set of questions...

What is your biggest pet peeve? Why?
I have a great deal of difficulty with chronic complainers. There's a certain type of person who thinks that the only way to obtain affection is through constant and unabashed pleas for pity. I have one acquaintance who has constantly harped about how bad hir job was, and the sacrifices it demanded of hir. Yet in the four years I've listened to hir, I've never seen hir lift a finger to change hir situation. Similarly, I have another acquaintance whose only topic of conversation is hir daily litany of physical ailments; sie constantly whines about hir malady du jour. This kind of conversational ploy for pity might have gotten these people attention in grammar school, but now that we're all big boys and girls it's time to grow out of it. These people have chosen to make their own unpleasant little realities, and I refuse to play enabler for them.
 
What irritating habits do you have?
Oh, I have many! Let's see... I usually pay more attention to cats than people. I often recite (not 'sing', but 'recite') song lyrics in the middle of a conversation. Another great habit I have is interjecting a meaningless word in the middle of conversations. I usually have one word that I'll run to death for four to six months before moving on to the next; past favorites include "quack", "marmot", "mukluk", "Krakatoa", "Moncton", and my current favorite "meow". And probably my most irritating habit is that I will always tell you the truth, no matter how offensive, embarassing, painful, or annoying. I'm the poster boy for "brutal honesty".
 
Have you tried to change the irritating habits or just let them be?
Never! Well, except when Inna asked me to pay a little less attention to the Puggle and pay more attention to her...
 
What grosses you out more than anything else? Why?
The one thing that really bugs me seems to be human frailty, which includes operations, sickness, injury, and aging. I can't think of anything grosser, which makes me a very unhappy caregiver.
 
What one thing can you never see yourself doing that other people do?
Being unhappy with my life but not lifting a finger to do anything about it. Too many people don't realize that there's an alternative to sitting around passively and hoping some external force is going to make you happy, rather than taking some responsibility for your life and going out and making it happen.
 
But the question probably meant "what can't you do that other people easily choose to do", in which case I'd have to say "being social". I find socializing to be a huge challenge, although there have been times when I've been successful at it. But it's definitely not my natural element.

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