Origins
Vardibidian has a brief discussion of the Declaration of Independence, with a promise of further discussion of the rhetoric at some future date. I'm looking forward to that.
He also mentions Star Wars. For those inclined to celebrate the holiday by movie-watching, but not inclined to watch Star Wars, I wanted to make an uncharacteristically serious suggestion: National Treasure would make a good July 4th movie if you're not feeling entirely cynical about the holiday and about America.
Mostly unrelated: Saturday night around 10:45 p.m., someone in the neighborhood started setting off firecrackers or fireworks or something. They got more frequent, until by around 10:55 there was a steady thudding and thumping every few seconds. By 11:05 I was sick of it, so I called the police non-emergency number—just as the noise stopped. I reported it anyway, figuring they might keep an eye out in the neighborhood. And the dispatcher said, "Oh, yeah, Shoreline Amphitheatre is having a fireworks show tonight." I opened my mouth to say something snarky about that, and then realized it was perfectly reasonable and shut my mouth. And then thanked the dispatcher and got off the phone. I mean, 11 p.m. may be a little late for a fireworks show, but not too bad, especially on a Saturday night. It must have been really loud up close, though.
Interesting that I'm a lot more tolerant of an official fireworks show than of neighborhood people setting off their own fireworks. Maybe partly a question of how many people are benefiting?
Anyway. Entirely unrelated to any of that, I was tickled by a couple of place-name origins I learned just now:
- Vauxhall is an area of south London, as well as the name of an Underground and train station. Turns out (according to that Wikipedia article) that the land was once owned by a widow who married a mercenary named Fulk le Breant; they built a house named Fulk's Hall; the name gradually changed to "Fox Hall, then Vaux Hall and finally Vauxhall." Which is all cute enough, but the really entertaining bit is that (according to a story given at answers.com) "Tsar Nicholas I of Russia, visiting London in 1844, was taken to see the trains at Vauxhall and mistakenly assumed that 'Vauxhall' (transliterated into Russian as 'vokzal') was the generic term for a railway station." Hence, the Russian word vokzal (Вокзал) apparently means "train station." I don't know whether to believe that etymology, but it's a great story.
- And Cecil Adams provides (and semi-debunks) similar stories about the origins of kangaroo, Yucatan, and Nome.
(Thanks to Jillian, Aaron, JDMS, and Will.)