by any other name, I still sound like a lunatic
I used to have the somewhat peculiar habit of naming inanimate objects.
My clarinet (the first one) was strangely enough named Clara. Oh I was so clever. Though I can't recall that I named the next one.
The electric guitar was named after Bonnie Raitt for being so rockin' awesome while alluding to the fact that she was the first woman to have a guitar named after her.
The acoustic (which MARAH! still has her greedy little hands on) has been monikered with Sweet Baby Mary Springsteen. Some of the first concerts I went to were James Taylor's and Peter, Paul & Mary's. And then I thought that Sweet Baby Mary could fall in love and get married, taking her husband's last name.
The cello was named FOSSE. At the time I was a little wrapped up in the whole choreography of the bowler hats, fabulous heels, fishnets, chic black suits, the pops, the hissing, the whole 'life is a bowl of cherries' philosophy.
My first place bean plant from 7th grade science class was named Chili Palmer, but when my then best friend wanted to use the name as well, I had to give him the middle name John. She also followed suit when I named my '98 Honda Civic HX 'Memphis.' Wanting something along the same lines, she named her minivan 'Delta.' Suffice to say, we haven't been friends since junior year.
I also have the habit of yiddishly using 'la on the end of names as an endearment--Agala, Joshela, Gracela, Katela, Mamala. And recently decided my much beloved Dell Inspiron 6000, that served as my photo album, record player, movie theatre, journal, etc., needed something a little more likable than 'computer,' or even the better 'notebook'--so I christened by beautiful baby Margala. And I love her. A lot. A lot, a lot.
My clarinet (the first one) was strangely enough named Clara. Oh I was so clever. Though I can't recall that I named the next one.
The electric guitar was named after Bonnie Raitt for being so rockin' awesome while alluding to the fact that she was the first woman to have a guitar named after her.
The acoustic (which MARAH! still has her greedy little hands on) has been monikered with Sweet Baby Mary Springsteen. Some of the first concerts I went to were James Taylor's and Peter, Paul & Mary's. And then I thought that Sweet Baby Mary could fall in love and get married, taking her husband's last name.
The cello was named FOSSE. At the time I was a little wrapped up in the whole choreography of the bowler hats, fabulous heels, fishnets, chic black suits, the pops, the hissing, the whole 'life is a bowl of cherries' philosophy.
My first place bean plant from 7th grade science class was named Chili Palmer, but when my then best friend wanted to use the name as well, I had to give him the middle name John. She also followed suit when I named my '98 Honda Civic HX 'Memphis.' Wanting something along the same lines, she named her minivan 'Delta.' Suffice to say, we haven't been friends since junior year.
I also have the habit of yiddishly using 'la on the end of names as an endearment--Agala, Joshela, Gracela, Katela, Mamala. And recently decided my much beloved Dell Inspiron 6000, that served as my photo album, record player, movie theatre, journal, etc., needed something a little more likable than 'computer,' or even the better 'notebook'--so I christened by beautiful baby Margala. And I love her. A lot. A lot, a lot.