It was an early-morning wake-up for us as we took a taxi to Vancouver’s motor-coach depot adjacent to the GM Center ( go Canucks! ). We bought tickets on the Pacific Coach Lines and boarded their 10:30 bus.

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We drove out of Vancouver,

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southward to Tsawassen ferry terminal.

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We boarded one of the gigantic BC Ferries and made the ~90 minute crossing over to Vancouver island.

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It was then a short drive south into the provincial capital, Victoria.

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All of this had one nasty overhang, Lauren seemed to have contracted a cold that, even as I type this today, is giving her grief. She bravely endured her symptoms on the crossing, but once we got to Victoria it was time for us to drop-off bags and find a drug-store, STAT.

Our hotel was the Queen Victoria Hotel ( not to be confused with the 5-star The Empress Hotel ). After dropping off our bags, we headed south to the village of James Bay where we were able to find her some medicinal relief.

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The side-trip was actually quite pleasant and gave us a chance to enjoy the sights of the larger Victoria community. We then headed towards the unmissable parliament building, wandered about the grounds, and then visited The Empress’ rose garden.

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We were rather famished at that point and ready for a late lunch. We headed up the main route to “The Sticky Wicket”. Being a bit of a cricket fan I couldn’t miss the opportunity to visit a cricket-themed restaurant.

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We then headed back to our hotel and enjoyed their indoor pool and hot-tub. With our muscles relaxed, we dressed and headed over to Swan’s brewpub and danced to their weekly swing meet-up. We returned home, did preliminary pack-up and slept a few hours before our long flight home.

We departed from Victoria airport and flew a jump to San Francisco. We had a long layover there which was actually ideal as that gave us time to have a leisurely lunch at Perry’s, my favorite SFO bar and grill, before our next hop to Denver, thence back to Austin. The Denver connection was tight, but owing to our plane not arriving on time, we were able to make the connection with plenty of time to spare. We got back to Austin about 11:30, retrieved the car, and then headed home.

I loved “Wall·E”

July 7th, 2008

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I loved “Wall·E”. It was a superlative and moving effort.

In the, surprisingly heartless, “Be Kind, Rewind”, Mia Farrow’s character proposes a toast to movies with “heart”. Well, “Wall·E” is one of those movies.

It explores, in touching, subtle, expansive movements, the experience of abject loneliness. It expresses the Heideggerian dichotomy between dasein and sein, of how distracting dasein is and how debilitating the long reflection of sein is.

It also expresses the jubilation of finding her. One of the best wedding sermons I ever attended was for my friends, The Dowiaks. In it, their minister described the moment of Adam seeing Eve as a moment of total jubilation. It wasn’t: “Oh, her” no it was an ecstatic exclamation of “There’s the one that is the match for me!”

I cite:

[19] And out of the ground the LORD God formed every beast of the field, and every fowl of the air; and brought them unto Adam to see what he would call them: and whatsoever Adam called every living creature, that was the name thereof.
[20] And Adam gave names to all cattle, and to the fowl of the air, and to every beast of the field; but for Adam there was not found an help meet for him.
[21] And the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam and he slept: and he took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof;
[22] And the rib, which the LORD God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man.
[23] And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.

Gen 2:19-33

Even if you’re not particularly Judeo-Christian, if you’ve ever been in love, it definitely feels like that.

Can’t you just see it. Adam is there, in his peaceful idyll:

God: Adam, what’s this?
Adam: Zebra.
God: Adam, what’s this?
Adam: Uhm…is hippopotamus taken?
God: No.
Adam: Hippopotamus, then yawn
God: What about this
Adam: Def Leppard plays Woman! Guitar solo

I profoundly felt that moment of ecstatic jubilation when I watched Wall·E’s camera-lens eyes focus and re-focus to view the lady ( never mind that she’s a robot ) who set his dreams and heart a-flutter.

To have accurately captured loneliness, the story then captures the essence of falling in love. Not content to leave off there, it then captures: the tragedy of loving people as canonized in “Romeo and Juliet”. Wall·E’s bumbling attempts to make her see him ( and don’t we all feel that the other is so much more than us? ) as worthy of her affection are at the same time foreign, yet universal. The sweet and tender mess-ups, the self-sacrifice, the film captures it all ( often in the style of of the YouTube æsthetic, it looks like there’s some camcorder filming some of these awry moments ). And in the denoument we see just how transformative to the lover loving is. Said Hugo: “What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!”. Without love in our lives we truly do become automata; slaves ( for which the Czech word is robota ) to the quotidian.

And all that is before the bildungsroman truly gets underway: what happens when your love-interest is the vessel of the (re-) birth of human kind ( the Genesis parallel is particularly apt )?

In it Wall·E reminds us of just how fragile life on this planet it, and how it’s up to a more conscious generation to think of how to be better stewards of it, instead of being pleasure-addicted drones content to let cronies and corporations stuff their coffers in the short term, while unconcerned about the long-term direction.

Conservative morons have said that this movie is an indoctrination of Californian, Left-Wing lunacy. They are idiots. This movie is advocating responsibility and stewardship, virtues that real Republicans like TR espoused.

I thought Iron Man would be the best movie this summer, but no, sorry Stark, Wall·E is full of win.

A few spoiler-y comments after the jump.

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Rollerderby Action

July 7th, 2008

It’s summer in Austin and that can mean only one thing.

Texas Roller-Girl Action

Last night was Bout 5 of the season featuring the Hell Mary’s versus visiting Northwest Arkansas Hellbillies. It was a shellacking, the Mary’s owned them left and right.

After that the Honky-Tonk Heartbreakers took on the Hotrod Honeys including my favorite, jammer, “Rice Rocket” who helped make sure her team got a spot in the playoffs bracket. It was a good, physical bout with a lot of speed on both sides’ jammers. Very good match.

The Texas girls continued beating the snot out of Arkansas one more time, but by that time we’d seen all the wheels and vengeance we could handle, so we headed home.

Further I think we’d been toxically poisoned by PlayLand skate’s concessions. Between Salt (with popcorn) for Ryan, cardboard pretzel for Jamie, Lauren, and I, and red-playdo with ice masquerading as a slurpee, we didn’t feel well by the time we reached home.

The real up-side was meeting the *Steans clan there ( as they sojourned to that strange world known as “North of the River” ). All in all, I was very glad to have seen them for the first since our return from Canada.

I wouldn’t be surprised if the Heartbreakers are in the finals, they looked really good team-wise, but I’m still pulling for the Honeys.

4th of July Fun

July 7th, 2008

This 4th of July in our firs real one in Austin. Why? You may ask? Well, it’s because this is the first year that the Austin Symphony played the 4th spectacular along the banks of Lady Bird Lake on the Auditorium Shores.

The symphony puts on a “Pops”-based production in a lead-up to The Grand Finale Tchaikovksy’s 1812 Overture played to its dramatic crescendo accompanied by a 45-mm howitzer carted in from nearby Camp Mabry. That’s how we roll in the Lone Star State, yo.

Lauren, still suffering from her Canadian cold, was a bit touch-and-go throughout the day, but assented to make the pilgrimage that evening. My mom had bought us a great picnic backpack a few years ago ( knives, forks, cloth napkins, the whole 9 ) and so we packed it up with cokes, crackers, cheese, and headed down.

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We found a parking lot on 5th and Rio Grande and had a short walk across the 1st street bridge to the Shores.

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There were many concessions and artisan vendors surrounding the area, but we found a comfy spot, spread my outdoor blanket and sat down to enjoy the show.

The evening was surprisingly comfortable and mosquito-free. The air was humid enough to keep us warm, but not so much to be oppressive ( as has been the case in other years ). Also, the rain element played along and neither muddied the grounds prior to the show, nor did it menace during.

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Lauren is not innately refulgent, it’s the Off!

The music was great and after the final cannon-blast the fireworks began. It was a wonderful, light display and we had a great time.

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After, we walked back to Little Woodrow’s and had a drink while we waited out the traffic. We then packed up and went home. ‘Twas a good 4th.

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Sunday morning we had to return our vehicle to the rent-a-car on Georgia street. The day was hot again and we thought that a great place to hide from the sun would be in a museum! We dropped off the car and then headed up to the Vancouver gallery area. Outside the denizens sought shelter underneath the beautiful trees and took up friendly games of chess or ambled on the the terraces of the nearby cafés.

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We too decided to have a tasty break fast at Café Bellagio. We had their special of two eggs of choice, bacon, and toast.

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Thus fortified we were ready to tour the “Krazy!” art exposition. “Krazy” was a comics retrospective starting with “Krazy Kat”, whence the naming adjective, which covered “The delirious would of art + comics + anime + video games”.

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It was a really interesting retrospective. Having discussed the matter recently with comics authority, The League of Melbotis, I have learnt that comics of the superhero mold can trace their ancestor back to Superman who was the consolidated product of detective comics, pulp-y writing, true crime comics suddenly taking a supernatural leap, if you will. Contrary to this is the more explorative, personal, psychological comics ( R. Crumb, et. al. ) that can be defined on a more microscopic level.

This seems to be the lineage that this exposition was tracing. Starting with “Krazy Kat” we are given the tale of a love triangle ( albeit interspecies ) and efforts to thwart and transcend other suitors and “The Man” as iconified as “Officer Pupp”. From this, therefore, it is not too far of a leap to get to the personal / psychological exploits of Binky Brown Meets the Holy Virgin Mary in which a frustrated, guilt-burdened Catholic boy enters a cycle of loving God, having evil urges, trying to fight urges to please god, and when bubbling over, hating self for being so impure. It’s profoundly personal and sexual ( but not erotic ) and marked the initial staking of the fearlessly honest autobiographical comic. From this genre “comix”, the following efforts of Daniel Clowes (“Ghost World”, “David Boring”) seem a natural progression.

The next set of artists were all part of the ACME books series.

I particularly enjoyed the work of Chris Ware, whose art I first came to know by picking up a New Yorker around Thanksgiving time on a trip back from SJC to ATX. The composition of his work is absolutely sublime. Thanks to the work of Khoi Vinh and Marc Boulton, I was introduced to the graphic artists’ tool The Grid, at SXSW 2006 and have now started seeing irtually all graphic work in terms of its power as a space dividing implement. Ware’s work makes a great demonstration of these techniques. The world inside each frame is so precise and deliberate, it’s a real joy to observe.

And while I would love to dissect this work, ad nauseam, it speaks so well for itself, I shall simply let it:

Ware Thanksgiving

The next area was to transform the transform the personal experience to the inter-personal, the historical. Here Spiegelmann’s “Maus” is the gold standard: it depicts Jews living as mice ( “maus”, of course being German for mouse ) under a Nazi regime ( felimorphized ). Adjacent was a lovely reading area where you could sit and read some of the comics that were on display: Maus, Binky Brown, et. al. Lauren and I both happened to be attracted to “David Boring” which we read.

I suppose stopping for a reading break was the natural desire after all the time we had spent walking the previous days.

We then continued into the manga / anime section which covered a lot of the standard elements of manga / anime: mechs, big-eyed girls, lasers, computers, etc.

Continuing upstairs was a section on video games and their influences.

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There was a huge display of several machines playing Quake, there were several sets of TV’s playing the Grand Theft Auto titles, and several displays of the intentions and works of Will Wright’s achivements: Spore and the Sim City games. I had a flashback when I saw hoary old Civilization being played as I had spent oh so many hours learning about history and conquest through that simulator ( result: then as know the key to a powerful civilization is science, the product of education and inquisitiveness ).

Also upstairs we saw a wonderful exhibition by Chinese artist Zhang Huan whose explorations in the concept of “The Body” present interesting challenges to the Western conception of what the corporeal frame really is.

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Afterwards we made a slow amble southeast towards the False Creek. Upon arriving at the creek we sat a while before taking a water-taxi across to Granville island.

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Granville island is a bit of a cross between a giant farmer’s market + fisherman’s wharf. Along the creek-side there were many restaurants with outdoor seating. The main establishment on the island would be the sizable warehouse where any and every type of vegetable / fish / or candy you can imagine is sold.

While there we found a very cute little stuffed bear who we bought and added to our collection. I can see that being a “thing” many years from now, our absurdly huge collection of bears.

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While over we stopped and listened to a harpist ( until his string broke! ) and then took the taxi back to the mainland. Thence we walked home and relaxed a bit. We then headed over to the Safeway and got bread and cheese for a sun-down picnic over at English Bay. We missed the sun going behind the mountains but we still got to enjoy the gauzy pink and orange highlight as we watched the bay.

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Being the day before Canada Day, I mention this to bring in some explanatory alcoholic reference, some yahoos thought it would be a good idea to swim out to a buoy and proceed to rock it back and forth. I must credit them with strength, endurance, and fortitude in that they were able to swim that not-inconsiderable distance and even ballyhoo an occasional “Whoo” to their colleagues on shore. As they stood out there rocking on the buoy, I was wont to think: “Man, it would be great if someone were to totally come by and arrest them for being such jackasses”. This also did not jibe with my impression of Canadians from my friend Patrick’s “favourite” Canadian Joke:

How do you get a bunch of Canadians to get out of a swimming pool?
Say: “Hey, Canadians, get out of the pool.”

And sure enough, but moments later, the marine guard came by and promptly made them get off the buoy and into the boat. I don’t know what the content of the conversation was from that point, but I do know, all the way on shore, we were able to make out the word “Sir” an awful lot; that is usually an indication of something formal and legal being under way.

The evening’s entertainment concluded, we headed back to our suite and packed, for the next day we were to depart to Vancouver Island.

We slept in on day 2 thanks to our travel arrangement from the previous day having worn us out. The evening prior we had acquired some basics at the Safeway 2 block away, so that when we did rise, late in the morning, it was light fare as we headed to the northern tip of Vancouver’s West End, the area adjacent to Stanley Park.

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Much like San Francisco’s Presidio district, Stanley Park is a park at the end of a peninsula, with a highway running through it that leads to a bridge from one land-body to another. In Vancouver’s case, this bridge would be the 99 that feeds into the Twin Lions Bridge that heads across to North Vancouver.

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We found a bike place that rented bikes and we began our tour around the park’s 5–perimeter. There was a veloway as well as a pedestrian walkway. For the non-tourist, I’m sure the miles of paved smooth travel make for a great workout. We, however, found ourselves stopping regularly to take pictures of the magestic harbour or the splendid grounds.

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In contrary to Thursday, Friday was a beautiful day with a pristine blue sky and a pleasant sunshine. One could tell this was the time of year that the Vancouverites lived for as everyone seemed to be taking advantage of the sun in some way or another: children at water fountains, perambulators, and frisbees were all seen en masse. After we finished our bike ride, we returned the bikes and continued alongside Coral harbour towards Canada Place, whence the many cruise ships depart.

We ambled, chatted, and enjoyed a scenic bench-sitting more than once as we headed in a south-eastern direction. Ultimately we decided to cut back towards the apartment as our invitor, Patrick, had invited us to dinner at 6 p.m.

Delicious Latte at Caffe Artigiano

On the way we passed by a Caffe Artigiano, whose latté’s had been praised to us by our suite’s proprietor. We stopped in and gulped back a few waters, some splendid warm drinks, and tasty pastries. We continued across the throngs of people on Robson street as we headed back home.

After a shower and a clean-up we had but a very short walk to Tanpopo, an all-you-can-eat sushi place. Owing to Lauren’s inability to eat seafood, we stopped at the safeway so that Lauren could pre-eat, before dinner.

Now I love the sushi, but given Lauren’s fish allergy, and the fact that I live practically landlocked, sushi is for me very, very rare. Thus at dinner with Patrick, his wife, their lovely daughter, Patrick’s sister, and fellow out-of-town guest, Scott, I assassinated as much sushi as I could get my hands on. It was a delicious delicacy.

Afterwards, Patrick’s sister invited us to meet up with her, her friend Kathy ( who has a hilarious story about driving golf carts ), Scott, and her other friend Jennifer. We met up at the Yale Hotel who was presenting a band they knew of.

The Yale Hotel, Vancouver The operation was definitely geared to musical appreciation, as our visit coincided with Vancouver’s JazzFest. The band was doing a bunch of funky covers and Lauren and I took this opportunity to slow down our East-Coast swing and test a few moves on the dance floor.

Afterwards we headed back to the suite as we knew we were going to have an early morning headed towards Grouse Mountain for a day of festivities and activities.

June 26th was our travel day. We woke up at the ungodly hour of 0400 to make it to the parking lot, take the shuttle, and get to AUS in time for our 0655 departure. If anything made us feel better, it was the assurance that Vancouver was the best:

That, and that the Thievery Corporation’s presence provided a mental wave of jet-set cool to the bag check routine.

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The flight was divided into two legs: Austin to Denver, and then on to YVR. The layover was just enough to stretch our legs and get a McPuck breakfast.

Arrival at Vancouver was overcast and cool, about 62 at our 1100 arrival time. There was a light sprinkle of rain as we came in from the sea towards the city.

After marshaling our luggage we grabbed a taxi and headed into town. The path reminded me of the city of Bondi Junction in Australia: many smaller houses ( of the west San Francisco variety: Glen Park, West Portal ) and the occasional group of stately manses. Upon arrival to our residence, Pendrell Suites, we were greeted by the manager’s mum who bade us enter amid some re-decoration work that was going on on the ground floor. We were shown to the suite at the very top.

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Steel skies like this not seen since San Francisco, or Amsterdam

I thought that perhaps we had been given the wrong room as I had requested a ground-floor, smaller space for just the two of us. Upon entering the spacious, top-floor suite I had the nagging feeling that we would be told “Oh, sorry, wrong room.” When the manager, Boyd, arrived he assured us that all ways well and they’d chosen to upgrade us due to the decoration work and any potential noise. We totally lucked out, as you can see from the pictures.

Boyd is an friendly fellow who pointed out the features of the suite and told us about the numerous filmings that had happened in our unit and on the facility’s grounds. Apparently our kitchen was the one used to resemble Aalyiah’s Oakland apartment in “Romeo Must Die”.

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I See Hollywood People

He also took time to annotate our map with restaurants, points of interest and suggested routes. We changed into walking clothes and asked the decorator downstairs if he could recommend a bite. He did and we took him up on it. He recommended a Bulgarian café on Denman street, just a few blocks to the northwest.

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Still feeling our early arrival time, we set out on a path that took us northwest to the busy Denman. Denman reminds me a bit of Lombard street through the Marina district of San Francisco: many motorists waiting to get through a barrage of stoplights to get onto the street that takes them to the bridge into North Vancouver ( The Twin Lions Bridge ). The café was quaint and narrow and we ordered  two quiche-like things. With something in our stomaches we continued northeast on Denman towards Robson Street which is the fancy shopping district.

We wound our way down Robson until we reached its border with the Yaletown district and decided to turn home, for we were still truly quite tired. By the time we got back we shuffled our way upstairs for a nap.

Now, the reason we had come to Vancouver, was to attend the reception for my former roommate and his new wife, Patrick and Linda, in their hometown. Their wedding had occurred in San Francisco, and they had their child shortly thereafter. As such, they hadn’t had a time to be received in their hometown and this was that occasion. Patrick asked us to come to dinner with him and several others who happened to be in town.

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Ready to go!

After our nap we cleaned up and headed over to Section 3 in Yaletown where we all had a fine dinner of appetizers, martinis, and pasta. Afterwards Linda and Patrick gave us a ride back to our suite where Lauren and I took the opportunity to get some much-needed rest. Day 2 would be quite active for us.

When I started1 college I was monolingual ( if you don’t count public-school Spanish ). By graduation I was exceedingly comfortable with Dutch and French2. These studies, along the way, showed me the wider possibilities of the expression in my native tongue and, as such, I feel as though I lost the sense of the original linguistic constraints of my class, culture, and region. In some ways, it made it harder for me to speak my native tongue.

Allow me to explain.

Language Reference books

You see, the first language I really mastered was a Germanic one that maintains some legacy structures which are permissible in modern English, but which are either anachronistic, or, at the very least, unusual, to the modern ear. I’m not sure how second ( and third, or fourth ) language acquisition remaps synaptic paths, but things that didn’t pass my “acceptable English” filter before Dutch did pass after.

A simple starting example:

English:

I think that the apple is red

Dutch:

Ik denk dat de appel rood is.

In Dutch, and other Germanic languages, after a relative pronoun ( “that / dat” ) one has the permission to stack all the verbs at the end of the clause3. Thus, a literal English translation would be:

English:

I think that the apple red is

Now here’s the thing, this utterance is not wrong, rather it’s merely quirky, odd, but legitimately comprehensible4.

Now to a more complex example. One idea that became legitimate for me post–1998 was that both “to be” and “to have” were legitimate auxiliary verbs for making the past-perfect.

That is, in traditional English I would say:

I have come to Amsterdam to view Golden-Age paintings.

But in Dutch the helping word is from a form of “to be” (“zijn”) not “to have” (“hebben”) and thus is the translation of “I am” or “ben”, not “heb”. Thus:

Ik ben naar Amsterdam gekomen om Gouden-eeuwse schilderijn te zien.

That is:

I am come to Amsterdam in order to see Golden-Age paintings.

Having been interested in the history of the Manhattan Project since 4th grade, I certainly knew J. Robert Oppenheimer’s alleged translation of the Bhagavad-Gita:

Behold, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds

Or, having a traditional Christian upbringing:

Joy to the world the lord is come.

Ah-hah”, thought I, “it appears that somewhere the use of ‘to have’ overtook ‘to be’ as the auxiliary term for verbs.” Dutch, which shares an approximate common ancestor with English around the time of Chaucer, seems to have preserved something we English-speakers have removed.

But in 1999-2000 I also studied French, and the past perfect ( or passé composé ) also uses a form of “to have” (être) or “to be” (avior) to indicate something that happened, and completed ( i.e. perfected ) in the past.

I came to Paris to visit Shakespeare’s bookstore.

French:

Je suis venu à Paris pour visiter la librarie «Shakespeare’s».

Literal English:

I am come to Paris to visit the bookstore, Shakespeare’s.

Hm, so here we are with French, the other influential parent in English’s family tree, asserting that forms of “to be” are legitimate helping verbs.

Now, what can we note among the French and Dutch verbs that use “to be” as the helping verb?

French: To fall, to come, to go, to leave, to return…

Dutch: To be, to become, to burst, to be startled…

Answer: These words seem to have a tendency to be intransitive; that is, they cannot take a direct object. Surely there are exceptions, but this seemed like a good hunch to base my research on.

Via Grammar Girl5 I found this citation by The Mavens.

This legitimate, but now archaic usage is known as: the “resultative form.”

As stated at The Mavens:

An Historical Syntax of the English Language says that the change from the type “he is arrived” to “he has arrived” may have been partly due to the identical pronunciation of is and has, reflected in the contracted spelling ‘s, found even in Shakespeare’s time: “I’m glad he’s come” (The Taming of the Shrew).6

Learning these languages, and most definitely Latin which influenced scholarly writing in both linguistic communities, has made me love the subjunctive and given me the tendency to pepper my expression with seeming anachronisms, but it’s really just that my English syntax filter was made a bit more malleable than is usual.

Knowing where English can be bent to allow these subtle and fine archaic constructs occasionally makes my expression a bit sharper to the ear and, given that these constructs are so heavily used in the legal and religious communities, can quickly whip the ear of a listener to attention without the listener even knowing it7.

I feel that learning the languages of others gave me new tools for understanding the mental constructs that frame the realities of those speakers. Experiencing this is an epiphany of the liberal arts education and is as fundamentally mind-blowing as a hallucinogen.8

Footnotes

1: 1995

2: My mastery of both Dutch and French have suffered from disuse and Latin muddling their compartments.

3: There are some variations for prepositional phrases, but let’s keep the matter simple.

4. Yoda’s syntax, for example, should illustrate the point. Further discussed in another Grammar Girl episode.

5. Fogarty. unaccusative-verbs. 2006. Grammar Girl. http://grammar.quickanddirtytips.com/unaccusative-verbs.aspx (accessed July 1, 2008).

6. Carol. be+intransitive. 2001. The Maven’s Word of the Day. http://www.randomhouse.com/wotd/index.pperl?date=20010912 (accessed July 1, 2008).

7. Shades of Snow Crash

8. I believe this may be, in part, what’s working in Joyce’s “Ulysses”—he’s trying to blow your mind with words, not mescaline.

It’s a familiar way of structuring an idea on the internet, especially as presented in blogs:

The world seems to have some condition

Now, portion the first are pro-SKUB, but portion the second people are anti-SKUB.

pro-SKUB arguments are lain anti-SKUB arguments are lain

Now a commenter comes along and, being a fair-minded type, can only come to the conclusion that surely some Hegellian synthesis of the two camps is sensible.

He begins typing this out and then thinks: “By Odin’s Raven, this is clearly the most banal thing I’ve ever written: everyone knows that pro-SKUB is sensible in some ways and anti-SKUB carries the day in others”.

And then you just hit the cancel button.

“Beautiful British Columbia”, that’s what it says, right there, on every license plate in the city. To match a boast like that, you had better back it up, to wit:

Texas: We make sure everyone’s textbooks teach nonsense, or
Texas: More food involving puddles of cheese than Switzerland, or
Texas: Still debating merits of annexation

But BC delivers, it is simply like someone thought of the best parts of natural vistas, cut them out of magzines, pasted them together, and in some sort of Anthony Michael Hall bit of hilarity, made the dream reality.

In this vista Lauren and I had a bit of a vacation and we fêted the marriage of my former room-mate and the subsequent birth of his daughter.

Pictures coming soon, but for now the funk of flying west to east all day long must be slept off.