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octozumba

This is a word from a childhood song.

Or maybe it’s not.

For one thing, I never knew what it meant. But when you’re young, you hear plenty of words that you don’t know the meanings of and you treat them as lexical units and assume they must mean something.

For another thing, it’s not so much a word as a magical entity that, as you pursue it, breaks into many, flaking off phantoms here and there, and you have to try to follow and find the word at the bottom – the one that, in reality flaked off all those phantoms as it headed towards you, and the word you started with was really one of the phantom endpoints. It is a one that contains a many, and it is one of many that lead to one. And what it leads to is not octozumba. Except in my version.

It’s also associated with a gesture. Or a set of gestures. Or nothing. Depending on who you’re asking. But always, always, always, it is associated with a song. How the song goes varies a little, mind you…

Let’s start where it started for me.

When I was in the early years of primary school, we lived in Exshaw, Alberta, a small town with a large cement plant set at the entrance to the Rockies and not too far west from the Morley Stoney Indian Reserve. My father worked on the reserve while my mother taught – at the time, at Exshaw School, but afterward at the reserve school. In Exshaw, my childhood experiences took place with playmates and friends and classmates and with my brother. My brother, Reggie, unlike me, belonged to Cub Scouts. Where he learned interesting things.

One of the things he learned was a song. Well, he learned more than one, but I’m talking about this one. I also remember a gesture, which actually goes with a different song about junior birdmen: you make goggles by making thumb-and-forefinger rings and then putting them over your eyes with your hands upside-down, palms against forehead. This had nothing to do with octozumba but I always remember it with octozumba. Somehow the gesture seems octozumba-ish, perhaps because ocular.

Octozumba came from a song that I remember quite clearly:

Octozumba zumba zumba, octozumba zumba zay
Octozumba zumba zumba, octozumba zumba zay
Hold ’em down, you mighty warriors,
Hold ’em down, you mighty chiefs
[repeat senselessly]

Clearly this song had something to do with Indians: warriors, chiefs, you know. The music sounded sort of like the music associated with Indians in western movies (you know, with cowboys). What was octozumba? I think I was too young to think “octo = 8,” but I recognized the octo, like in octopus. And zumba was maybe something like Montezuma or something.

Anyway, it had the air of the secret knowledge passed from one young boy to another. Reggie had learned this at Cub Scouts, and it was a new thing I was learning that seemed to have been passed down as special information. It was a thing. It meant a thing. It was a thing you did. Add it to the ever-growing list of Things.

Fast-forward four decades. I’m sitting in Toronto and I wonder whether someone has YouTubed this song or what. I start trying to find it.

To begin with, I find a site with some warm-ups for improv performers. It has the word(s) as ay kazimba. I also find a site with some Girl Scout songs. It has the word as akamazuma, and gives not “mighty warriors” but “Zulu warriors”…!

More digging follows. It’s a Boy Scouts song. It’s an army song. It’s a rugby song. It’s a drinking song. It was used during the Boer war. It supported the Zulus. No, it taunted them. It wasn’t Zulus, it was Swazis. The words are “Hold ’em down,” “Take them down,” “Haul ’em down,” “Get ’em down,” “See him dance,” “Hold him back,” “See him there”… The gestures are a complicated series of touching the leg and/or arm of the persons on either side; no, they’re a dance; no, it’s drinking; no, it’s hauling down your pants; no, it’s… what gestures?

And octozumba? It’s I kama zimba, I zicka zimba, Hi zig a zumba, Izika zumba, A kin a zimba, I kama simba, Ai-zika-zimba, I come a zeema, I giva zumba, I ziga zumba, Ah-chika zumba

In all this, and especially with the aid of a very replete discussion of it at The Mudcat Café, I come to find that the song is usually called “The Zulu Warrior” and was recorded by The Brothers Four. But not first. It was first recorded in 1946 by a South African named Josef Marais, who made a career collecting and singing folk songs, most of the time with his wife, Miranda. Here, give it a listen; the tune is just as I remember it:

Marais didn’t write it, though; he just wrote it down. It probably does date from the Boer War era, if not earlier. Among the people who fought in the Boer War (and lived in South Africa throughout that period, with contact with the Zulus) was Robert Baden-Powell, who founded the Boy Scouts.

I will leave you to consider what the evolution of octozumba – I should say ai kama zimba – demonstrates about the nature and causes of change in languages and culture.

I’m still not sure what ai kama zimba zimba zayo means, though it does seem to mean something. One commenter at The Mudcat Café, Ewan McVicar, says a Swazi prince told him it means “a warrior should be brave.” It happens that kama simba means ‘like a lion’ in Swahili, which is a related language – not that closely related, though. Zulu for ‘lion’ is ibhubesi… not sure about Swazi; I haven’t a Swazi dictionary.

It is late now. I shall have to continue my hunt for the true meaning later… although I already know the meaning of octozumba. It’s all that I’ve just told you.

The nearest synonym is probably classiomatic.

lambeosaurus

Let us now amble in the beam of that most lambent of sauri, lambeosaurus: a large lizard, nearly 10 metres from bouche to back end, with a coxcomb’s crest – in fact, a headpiece something like a hatchet, or a cartoonist’s rendition of the hairdo of the later Elvis. It had short forearms, and in consequence may have sometimes crouched forward like a kitten playfully preparing to pounce. A gigantic, squamous, green kitten with a beak and a bony bouffant.

The lambeosaurus seems to provoke ardent loyalty. As has been proclaimed on reddit, “we feel that the Lambeosaurus is clearly the best dinosaur, and that no better dinosaurs have existed or will exist in the future.” With a hollow crest that its sinuses actually ran through and that may have been a sound amplifier too (and perhaps an opener for very large bottles), and with eating practices that would not displease a Buddhist monk, how could it not be?

Witness further this video, “Extinct Dinosaurs: The Lambeosaurus,” with “Smackdown” by Blue Stahli for a soundtrack. What is not to enthuse over? (I must confess I can hardly wait for the series on dinosaurs that are not extinct, as the title implies there must be.)

A lack of embalmed specimens has proven something of a problem in labeling this amiable thunder lizard. Paleontologists, having only the jigsaw puzzles of broken bones to piece specimens together, at first took as different species what are now thought to be just different ages and sexes of the beast. It does have more than one species, but not as many as first believed.

Do you wonder where the name comes from? It is named after Lawrence Lambe, a pioneering paleontologist. As the Wikipedia article tells us (note the thrilling attempts at stylistic variation in the sentences!), “In 1902, he described Canada’s first dinosaur finds, various species of Monoclonius. He described Centrosaurus in 1904. Euoplocephalus was named by him, in 1910. In 1913, he named Styracosaurus. He was responsible for naming Chasmosaurus and Gorgosaurus, in 1914 and Eoceratops in 1915. In 1917, he created the genus Edmontosaurus. In 1919 came Panoplosaurus. He also discovered and named the hadrosaurid Gryposaurus.” This passage is like a paleontological nerdgasm in a house of mirrors.

Did you notice that lambeosaurus is not named above? Lambe did not name a saurus after himself. He did study the materials that were ultimately put together to be called Lambeosaurus lambei, but it was not all assembled before Lambe disassembled in 1919. The beastie was named after him in 1923 by William Parks following its full recreation.

I do not know for sure, but I strongly suspect Lambe was pronounced like lamb. Notwithstanding this, in lambeosaurus the be is pronounced: “lam bee o sor us.” We may hold Lambe blameless in this. He did not finish the assembly. It was only once the parts were put together that this extra syllable came to be.

thimble

We all know what a thimble is. It’s a little metal cuplike thing, best known for being little and cuplike. It is most useful as an image for expressing ridiculously small amounts of fluids such as liquor, coffee, and common sense. It’s a Tom Thumb tumbler.

Thimbles are also sometimes collected by people – they have been made in a variety of outrageously cute and decorative forms, some really quite scenic and fine, and consequently quite expensive at auction.

The word thimble is also useful for making puns; in particular, thimble-minded suggests itself readily, though you probably won’t get to use it too often. It also has a taste of nimble (thimble-fingered?) and humble (thimblebrag?) and of course symbol (sex thimble?).

Many people know that thimbles typically have a pitted surface reminiscent of that of golf balls. Most people, if they have seen a thimble in person, happened on it in their mother’s or grandmother’s sewing kit. Or, of course, in their Monopoly game.

But did you know that thimbles are actually used for something?

For many years of my childhood I had exactly no idea what the point of a thimble was. I just knew it was a thing used somehow for sewing, and it was shaped like a cup but you couldn’t set it with the open end up because the other end was curved. Then, one day in my adolescence, I set to sewing some small fix. I found that it really freaking hurt to have to keep pushing the needle through the thick parts of the cloth with my fingertip. The back end of a needle may not be the point, but it’s still pretty acute. And somehow the light just dawned. I knew a thimble could fit over a finger. I suddenly realized why you would want to have a thimble on your finger. Huh.

Look, I learned a lot about cooking from my mother, but I generally had little interest in sewing and never really asked her to show me how, beyond the simplest things. (From my father I learned about photography, in case you’re wondering.)

Sewing was a stereotypically distaff activity for centuries – distaff itself, which means ‘of or relating to women’, is a metonymic use of the name of an implement used in spinning flax into thread – and so the sewing kit and its bits, notably thimbles, could be assumed associated with the lady of the house. A thimble was a small, dainty, ostensibly useful gift. Hence the collectible thing. Even princesses and queens would give and receive them on occasion. Usually ones quite inappropriate for actual use, of course.

And where did we get this word? Old English þymel, from þuma ‘thumb’ plus the suffix el, which we also see in, for instance, handle. A handle is an implement used by and fitted to the hand; a thimble is an implement used by and fitted to the thumb. Or finger, if you prefer. Or, of course, used for its merely thymbolic value.

folderol, falderal

Aina, reading The Little Shadows by Marina Endicott, found this passage: “At the rim of the stage an elegant young man stood beside the piano, one arm laid along it while he sang. A small squirrelly fellow played for him, very flourishingly as to the notes but no folderol in his face.”

She wrote down folderol for future finding. Or, of course, for asking me.

I’m not sure when and where I first saw folderol, but it might have been MAD magazine. Perhaps in a satirical song about bureaucrats or politicians. The context made its sense clear enough: blather, bunk, mumbo jumbo, foofaraw, perhaps fiddle-faddle or taradiddles. The usual dictionary definition is in the line of ‘foolish nonsense’. It gave me an image of bloated bumf and bombast filling file folders full or unreeling from a roll. It sounds vaguely like Latin in the muffled drawl of some peruked barrister, or perhaps legislative terminology as dismissively flaunted by a Foggy Bottom functionary. The usage by Endicott extends it to ‘nonsense, tomfoolery, filler’ in nonverbal senses as well.

But it is fitting and ironic that both Aina and I saw it first in a context of singing. The word comes from musical filler, in the same vein as fa-la-la-la-la, ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay, hi-diddle-diddle, and so on. So first it was literally just a thing you sang in place of meaningful words.

Interestingly, though, the next meaning it had was not the predominant current meaning. The Oxford English Dictionary gives it as ‘a gewgaw, trifle; a flimsy thing’, with citations starting from the early 1800s, sometimes spelling it with hyphens: fal-de-ral. So, given its fluttery ornamental nature, you could say that this bit of folderol is a lexical falderal. Or this bit of falderal is a lexical folderol.

Yes, it has two spellings, and the one with a’s seems to be the earlier. Amusingly, while the OED gives both forms in the head but falderal first, and the Collins English Dictionary calls folderol a variant of falderal, Merriam-Webster and the American Heritage Dictionary call falderal a variant of folderol. It’s a bit reminiscent of the bureaucratic redirection loops that often come with folderol. Or falderal. Anyway, if you happen to fall into the halls wherein falderal reigns above all, you may want to take a faldstool (or anyway a folding stool); you’ll be there for a while.

A word thats time is coming

My latest article for The Week is on a word that many of you will not recognize as legitimate. And yet I predict that it will ultimately be standard English. I am talking about thats as a relative possessive, as in the title above. (Do not be misled by the ambiguous title of the article on theweek.com, which I did not write, or the theme image, which I did not see in advance of publication. This article has nothing to do with the contraction that’s for that is or that has.)

The future of English includes an apostrophe-less ‘thats’