The Citizen, 2011-03-24, Page 5THE CITIZEN, THURSDAY, MARCH 24, 2011. PAGE 5.
Ilove this job. It may not pay much, but it’s
full of surprises. Yesterday I rambled into
my favourite coffee shop and was instantly
accosted by one of the regulars. “Hey, Black!”
he said by way of introduction, “You called”
(insert Member of Parliament’s name here) a
‘nimrod’ in your column last week. You know
what a nimrod is?”
A nimrod, I replied, is a fool, a klutz, an
idiot, a clown. You think I was too kind?
“Hah!” said my inquisitor. “You’re dead
wrong! A nimrod is a mighty hunter!”
Well…literally and technically – yeah.
‘Nimrod’, according to the Bible, was a great
grandson of Noah. He became a king and
founded Babylon. He was also, legend has it, a
guy who knew his way around a bow and
arrow, a spear, a dagger and other instruments
of inter-species domination.
‘Nimrod’ ought to reflect that heady lineage
and be a word of praise but it’s not. It means,
in fact, precisely the opposite. If somebody
calls you a nimrod, they are probably not your
friend.
Elmer Fudd – especially when he’s duded up
in a deerstalking cap, his Eddie Bauer hunting
vest and toting a shotgun through the bush,
fruitlessly flailing the bushes in search of Bugs
Bunny – is a nimrod.
So what do you call a word or a phrase that
actually means the opposite of what it’s
supposed to mean? You call it a phrop. A
fascinating chap by the name of Sir Arnold
Lunn (mountaineer, world-class skier and
amateur wordsmith) made up the word by
combining ‘phrase’ and ‘opposite’ and lopping
their tails off Nimrod-style.
We use phrops from time to time – at least I
know I do. When I say to the annoying lapel-
clinger who’s been dogging me at a party “we
must do lunch one day”, what I really mean is
“if I can help it, this is the last time in
recorded history that we will be in one
another’s presence, unless we have the
misfortune to share a common graveyard”.
Similarly, when someone launches into a
critique of something I’ve written with the
words “with all due respect” I know that I’m
about to be linguistically cross-checked, head-
butted, rabbit-punched and groin-kneed
and ‘due respect’ will not be much in
evidence.
Canadians resilient and adventurous enough
to watch the Cable TV Public Affairs channel
CPAC may happen upon question period from
the House of Commons in Ottawa. There they
will see phrops flying back and forth
like badminton birdies. A reference to a
challenge from “my learned colleague” sitting
across the floor really means “I can’t believe I
have to waste my time responding to this
pompous gasbag”. And when Stephen Harper
addresses Michael Ignatieff as “the Right
Honourable Leader of the Opposition”, his
tone, his body language and those rattlesnake
eyes portend a classic phrop in the making.
Canadian politicians, alas, are not in the
same league as a silver-tongued phropist like
the 19th century British Prime Minister
Benjamin Disraeli, who wrote to a novelist
seeking his endorsement, “Thank you for
sending me your book. I shall waste no time
reading it”.
But you don’t have to go to the House of
Commons, British or Canadian, to hear a
decent phrop.
When someone butts in front of you with “I
hope you don’t mind…” – he doesn’t really
give a bleep what you think.
When someone says “I don’t wanna brag,
but…” – he’s about to brag.
When someone says, “To be perfectly
frank…” he’s about to lie.
When someone says “I’m telling you this for
your own good…” (See ‘with all due respect’
above).
But a phrop is not always a weaselly
linguistic maneuvre. Sometimes it’s so perfect
that it’s sublime. A few years ago, an Oxford
language philosopher by the name of J.L.
Austen was lecturing a class on the
phenomenon of ‘double negatives’ – when two
‘no’ words are used in the same clause. He
told his listeners that many languages use
double negatives to make a positive;
double positives are never used to make a
negative.
From the back of the class came a voice that
muttered “Yeah. Right.”
Arthur
Black
Other Views It’s tough using phroper English
Who hasn’t wished that in the middle
of a discussion or an argument that
they could press pause and gather
some more information for their cause?
I doubt there are many, if any, of you.
But that’s exactly what the tabling of a
motion does. When municipal councillors are
discussing an issue and someone feels more
information is needed or that “now” isn’t the
time, the motion to table is their ace in the hole.
But councillors have to be sure to follow the
rules to the letter of the law, which means that
once a motion to table has been passed; that’s
it. No more discussion.
I have no problem with this concept. Quite
the opposite, in fact. If councillors want to take
more time to think something over, or pull
information from a few more sources, no one
can really fault our elected representatives for
wanting to further educate themselves so they
can make the best decision they can.
However, going back to the legal
implications of this motion, to comply with the
law, once an issue has been tabled, it cannot be
discussed until a vote to “raise” the issue from
the table is passed. And, in my mind, this is a
reality that tends to set in when it’s too late.
At Huron County Council’s Committee of
the Whole meeting on March 16, a severance
application that has been hanging over the
heads of councillors for months returned for
discussion. While it is simply a severance
application in Central Huron that doesn’t
conform to the Huron County Official Plan and
the Provincial Policy Statement, many see it as
a tide-changing decision.
The issue drives at the very heart of
agriculture in Huron County and asks if it’s
time to continue to preserve the agricultural
way of life or if the development of homes in
rural areas is more important.
After a lengthy discussion, Central Huron’s
Jim Ginn wanted a positive spin on things and
felt that the Huron County Planning
Department should be directed to prepare a
report not on the drawbacks of allowing such a
severance, but the procedure the county should
follow in order to allow severances like this.
It was a positive way to approach a very
divisive topic. So a motion to table the issue
until such a report could be produced was
passed.
There was a gallery of people beyond the rail
that day in Goderich who had asked and had
been given permission to address council on
the issue. Can’t do it. Huron East’s Bernie
MacLellan asked if a timeline could be
attached to the report. Too late, can’t do it.
It’s like a judge asking a jury to strike
testimony from the record. In other words; all
that stuff that just happened, it didn’t happen,
even though you saw it happen.
Ginn’s decision wasn’t wrong, but even he,
after the motion to table had been passed, was
disappointed that the group couldn’t speak.
Several other councillors tried to beat around
the bush to discuss similar topics, but were
reined in by Chair Bill Dowson.
Being able to table a motion is important, but
often it seems like councillors forget what a
kill shot it actually is.
It’s like the mythical big red button in the
U.S. President’s office. Once it’s pushed,
there’s no going back.
So now the motion is delayed for at least one
more month and if those people wish to speak
again, it’s another day off of work and another
tank of gas.
It’s an important weapon to have but
sometimes its strength needs to be considered
before it’s pulled from its holster.
Motion to table
Procrastination pays off in ways you
can’t imagine. Whether it’s paying a
bill, or packing boxes, procrastination
seldom puts you ahead, but as long as you
manage it, it shouldn’t put you too far behind.
Ashleigh and I recently signed our lives
away on a mortgage for a perfect house here in
Blyth. We’ll be moving to our new house at the
end of this week.
We’ve got the moving van lined up, some
friends and family to help, and we only need to
do one last thing – pack up.
I had anticipated having plenty of time to do
this over the past week and a half,
unfortunately, I took ill during prime packing
time.
This leads me to a good rule of thumb -
don’t procrastinate when packing.
There are few activities that are less
enjoyable than carrying, packing and lifting
when you’ve got a five-alarm headache and a
cough that creates small barking competitions
with neighbourhood dogs.
Hopefully, by the time you read this,
everything has been packed and is ready to be
loaded on to a truck and shuffled into our new
home.
Anyway, back to procrastination.
Once upon a time, I idolized procrastination.
It sounds weird, but think of some of the
lives that people try to sell us on – the laid-
back lifestyle of sitting on your deck and
reading, enjoying a boating trip around the
lake, sipping a cup of coffee slowly while
staring out your back window.
These aren’t the kind of things that
you can do if you’re seizing the day, in my
mind.
These are the kind of things you can
only do when you’re putting off something
that needs to be done. Whether it’s something
as pressing as getting yourself packed up
for a big move or something as
inconsequential as getting the grass cut,
there’s always something that needs to
be done more than watching the sun come up
from your deck while you enjoy a fresh
scone.
Even music reinforces the idea of the
laidback lifestyle, or at least the music I listen
to does.
Jump in my car (but let me know ahead of
time) and hit play on my stereo.
I’ve got a mixed CD in there right now that
features a couple of my favourite songs; Eric
Church’s Smoke a Little Smoke and Toby
Keith’s My List.
Church’s song starts as follows;
“Turn the quiet up, turn the noise down,
Let this ol’ world just spin around
I wanna feel it sway, wanna feel it sway
And put some feel good in my soul
Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke.”
Now, I’m not a smoker, or a drinker really,
but I really like the message behind the
message in this song.
It talks all about slowing down, letting the
world go by. I like that.
I like the idea of relaxation, which could
be why I came back to Huron County
when all my friends went to, or stayed in the
city.
There’s an underlying charm here, a slower
way of life. That’s not to say we don’t get
work done here, it’s just meant to say that
people seem to appreciate time they’re not
working more.
Back to the songs.
Keith’s song talks about exactly the opposite
of how I was told the world works.
Keith talks about putting off work to do the
important things – enjoying life, spending
time with family and simply relaxing.
I like the idea of going against the
grain like that.
I’ve been taught, from a very young age,
through school, through media and through
observation that if you’re not busy, you
probably should be.
I tried living my life like that during my first
few weeks of post-secondary and I burnt
myself out.
Since then, I’ve taken every chance I can get
to goof off, to play games with my friends, to
pretend I’m still a teenager and able to play
sports all weekend then go to work on Monday
unaffected.
I’ve put things off because I know I’ll have
time to do them later, and I’ve paid the price
(as I am now with sore muscles and a hacking
cough).
I’ve done all this because I think it’s
important to keep a connection with why I go
to work every day.
Yes, I enjoy my job, and yes my career is
one of the ones I’ve always wanted, but
a job is a job, love it or hate it, and you
need it to do everything else you want to in
life.
While I no longer idolize procrastination
(it’s something to be utilized, not sought after),
I do feel that taking that time, and enjoying
what you have is important in reminding you
how you got it.
So, the next time the lawn can wait a day,
remember, it will still be there tomorrow,
but will the opportunity to connect with
friends and family be as readily
available?
When the time comes to put away that
freshly folded laundry think: Will the
chance to sit back with a cup of java and
jive to your favourite band always be so
open?
Think about those things that maybe don’t
need to be done right away before you give up
your precious time to do it.
Remember; variety may be the spice of life,
but balance is the meat and potatoes you
spread it over.
Shawn
Loughlin
Shawn’s Sense
Being ill, moving, and procrastinating
Denny
Scott
Denny’s Den