Practicing Parsing

parse:
a : to divide (a sentence) into grammatical parts and identify the parts and their relations to each other
b : to describe (a word) grammatically by stating the part of speech and explaining the inflection and syntactical relationships
Merriam Webster

What? There’s no third and fourth meanings, along these lines?

c: to get the meaning of words laid out in a nonstandard order

d: to get the meaning of a word constructed of two or more words by correctly breaking it into the component words

With respect to Mssrs. Merriam and Webster, I believe these activities, so much in demand in the modern world, ought to be called parsing.

For the former meaning I offer the quintessential example: the Automatic Caution Door.

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For the latter, I offer a sign I saw recently on the back of a truck.

IDEALEASE

I admit I was intrigued by the concept of an idea lease.

Don’t rent ideas: Lease them, to save money!
Don’t buy ideas: Lease them, to save owning outmoded ones!

But as I overtook the truck, I saw another sign on the side: Truck Leasing.

Ah. Some graphics/logo/branding wonk had decided to trust to the public’s ability to correctly parse this construction into its component parts: IDEAL LEASE.

Sigh. Not, perhaps, the idealayout.

 

 

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Mid-week Movie #20: Windy, Windier, Windiest

As I wandered the Windsor waterfront, I was glad that my primary photographic targets — the Ambassador Bridge and the Detroit skyline — were so substantial as to be unaffected by Big Wind. Because we had Big Wind in abundance. But certainly it was tough to get a good shot of anything at all. Even if the subjects were relatively unmoved, I wasn’t steady on my feet.

When I can’t get photos because of the wind, what better solution than to photograph the wind?

I know, I know, there’s that whole “Who has seen the wind?” thing — Rosetti via W.O. Mitchell — but after a morning being blown all over the Riverwalk, I felt as if I’d seen the wind.

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Trilliums (Trillii?)

The things I don’t know make a long list.

Before my recent trip to southern Ontario, I did know that the trillium was Ontario’s official flower. Now I know more things. Or, maybe, fewer.

I know that the white trillium – Trillium rhomboideum grandiflorum – is just one of 50 accepted trillium species. (Is there controversy over the acceptance of trillium species? The mind boggles.) Continue reading

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Faux Food

My compliments to the cook.

It was the sort of place where “chef” would have seemed a bit pretentious: a Greek/pizza/diner eatery in a small Ontario town. Even though I’d chosen my words carefully, the server looked a question. In response, I gestured at the plate. Continue reading

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Crazy, Crazier

The only people crazier than birders
are fishermen.

The speaker? An accomplished birder who had risen at 03:30 to drive from Detroit MI to Leamington ON to lead a day of birding at Point Pelee National Park.

The audience? A group of birders, at least one of whom (ahem) had risen at 04:45 to make the 05:50 rendezvous. Continue reading

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Ambassador Bridge, Detroit & Windsor

Like the Thousand Islands Bridge, the Ambassador Bridge is a suspension bridge, but I think it’s the first one I’ve seen with the suspenders on only one side of the towers. It’s at least the first one I’ve noticed. Two great, honking cables stretch back on the other side of each tower, presumably to counterbalance the load. Or something like that.

When it was finished in 1929, it had the longest central suspended span in the world. And it still looked pretty long, when I was standing underneath it just last week on a pier apparently built just to allow people to get underneath it. Like the good folks in Charleston (and unlike Savannah), Windsor appears to understand that it’s worthwhile making it easy to take photos of a signature bridge.

Ambassador Bridge from river level, underneath main spanThese long bridges are a photographic challenge, and it was fun looking for interesting views of this one.

Detroit side of Ambassador Bridge at sunset

Windsor side of Ambassador Bridge at sunset

Ambassador Bridge at sunset, trhough railing along riverwalk

 

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Suave Birdified

suave: (especially of a man) charming, confident, and elegant
synonyms: sophisticated, debonair, urbane, polished, refined, poised, self-possessed, dignified, civilized, gentlemanly, gallant
– Google Dictionary
Profile view of tree swallow
Tree swallow gathering nesting material while appearing to take a bow
I can’t speak for all the synonyms, but surely “suave” is what comes to mind, looking at these photos. Who knew that this definition should also reference tree swallows? I mean, it takes poise to trespass so unabashedly.
Tree swallow perched on sign for purple martin sanctuary
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When, What, Who

The when is a great mystery. I never know when it will hit: that feeling of my grandmother’s bafflement if she could be here now, having missed the last 40 years of unremarkable day-to-day changes that have, somehow, added up to a remarkably new world.

The what is obvious: I always know what has provoked the feeling. This time, it was this sign on the Windsor waterfront.

No-smoking sign prohibiting e-cigs and hookahs. The who? Well, that’s another mystery.

I expect it’s my subconscious, using this mechanism to get me to pay attention, to spark my sense of wonder.

But it feels like my grandmother.

 

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Our Northern Neighbour

My general geography? Spotty. My southern Ontario geography? Spottier yet. Still, I know the answer to the Trivial Pursuit question:

When flying south from Detroit,
what is the first foreign city you come to?

But knowing is not the same as seeing for my own self. Landing in Windsor en route to a birding trip to Point Pelee, I took my first opportunity in almost 66 years to gaze northwards to the contiguous states of the USofA.

Google map of southern Ontario.If I had a better MPS (mental positioning system) I might have been bothered, looking north to what I think of as our southern neighbour. Lacking much spacial orientation, though, I find it hard to become disoriented.

Detroit skyline in silhouette at sunrise.Shore-level view of Detroit River and city skyline at mid-day.Detroit skyline before sunrise.

 

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