What’s in a name?
What’s in a name? Depends on who is calling, I guess.
When we buy new cars, the last thing on our list is “changing the name”. Ditto for a move to a new place (unless you either discover the site, or have enough cash to swing the local mentality. If you read a book, the name remains the same (although if you write it…) A new member of the family; now it’s time to shake the dice.
There’s a new dog in the den. More accurately, an older new dog, complete with a name that may change. Not because the dog made a formal request. For the last two hours, the list of names has been at hand, and I’ve heard a lot of really lame choices. The dog is indifferent. I figure we could convince the creature to come when called, but only through a round of positive reinforcement. Hardly fair. In return for the right food, I’d change my name!
So where’s the beef? Is the right of ownership so strong that even a name can be altered?
We lost the TV for several hours this afternoon. Not the channel directory. Just the sound and light show. Finally, a call to the cable company ended up with the “tried, tested and true” technical solution. Please unplug your hardware, wait a few seconds and plug everything back in. The TV is back. A simple prescription.
And with the TV back, I’m going to listen to Thomas Mulcair. He’s a guest on Tout Le Monde En Parle this evening. Erudite and on my side of the fence.
