Philosophical names (Taiwan)

Colleague Alma at Conoco Taiwan was a mumsy kind of figure, in a positive sense:  gentle, soft spoken and kind.  I wish I’d got to know her better because she was a wise and calming person to be with.

Her husband’s surname is 鈄 Dòu, but it kept getting misread as 斜 xié, which means “oblique, slanting” — not a nice meaning at all when applied to a person as it means “not upright”, therefore dodgy or crooked.  Post would arrive addressed to 斜先生 (/ Xié xiānsheng / Mr Slanting).  He kept getting called that, as well.

So when the first son was born, they called him 鈄非斜 (/ Dòu Fēi Xié / “Dòu Not Slanting”), which is a good reminder, especially since the two characters are close together for any reader to see the difference.

For the second son, they came up with 非我 (/ Fēi Wǒ / “Not I”).  This is from the text 秋水 / Qiū Shuǐ / Autumn Floods, by the philosopher 莊子 (/ Zhuāng Zǐ / Chuang Tzu / Master Zhuāng, circa 369–298/286 BC), he of the famous I Dreamt I Was A Butterfly story.

Zhuang Zi and his disciple Hui Zi were looking at some fish swimming.  Zhuang Zi said the fish were happy.  Disciple Hui Zi said, “You are not a fish.  How do you know they’re happy?”  Zhuang Zi said, “You are not I.  How do you know that I don’t know the fish are happy?”

The third son got given the name 非非 (/ Fēi Fēi / “Not Not”), which therefore = "is".

These three boys (now middle-aged men) must be the only ones in the world with that combination of characters for their names, as well as having such wonderful stories behind them!

For those interested in the full context for the fish story, I’m reproducing it below:

莊子與惠子遊於濠梁之上。莊子曰：「儵魚出遊從容，是魚樂也。」惠子曰：「子非魚，安知魚之樂？」莊子曰：「 子非我，安知我不知魚之樂？ 」惠子曰：「我非子，固不知子矣；子固非魚也，子之不知魚之樂全矣。」莊子曰：「請循其本。子曰『汝安知魚樂』云者，既已知吾知之而問我，我知之濠上也。」

For a translation, see (among others):

https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/09608788.2019.1667294

*baidu.com says of 鈄 dòu: (my summary) it’s a kind of cauldron used in ancient China; those with this surname are found scattered around in modern-day Zhejiang province and Taiwan.

鈄為釜，支子別姓鈄氏。 鈄姓，在《百家姓》中排名第246 位。鈄姓，中國姓氏，漢唐時以遼西郡為郡望，說明在當時河北有鈄姓族人。如今在浙江縉雲、開化及台灣等地有零散分布。

(Taiwan, 1976)

Incognito until…: 01 (Taiwan)

I decided to learn Japanese during my first winter in Taipei.

In my Beginners class at theYMCA, I was invisible as I looked just like the rest of the class.  Nobody gave me a second look.

Ditto in the Intermediate class — for the first couple of weeks.

The Intermediate level entailed a lot more, and harder, grammar than the Beginners level.  Everything was taught in Chinese.  I was making notes in English.

The teacher walked around the class as he was teaching.  Suddenly, he came to a halt beside me, and asked, in Chinese, “Why are you writing your notes in English?!?”  I said, “Because I’m from Singapore, and English is my first language.”  He took a longer look at me, as though he was trying to see if he could find some feature in me that would distinguish me from the rest of the class.  

My fellow students also perked up and took a fresh look at me.  After the lesson, I felt all eyes on me as I left the room, as if they, too, were trying to find out what might be different about me.

(Taiwan, 1975)

Incognito until…: 02 (Taiwan)

A similar thing happened a few months later when a friend, Jin, came over to Taipei.  

I showed him around.  

We got on a bus.  Nobody gave us a second look.  

We stood in the crowded bus, strap-hanging.  Nobody gave us a second look.  

Then, Jin opened his mouth to ask me something — in English.  

It is very common for Singaporeans to speak in English to each other, even if they are both/all Chinese (or Malay, or Indian).

When Jin put his question to me, it was as if he’d set off a firecracker on the bus:  up jerked all the heads, with all the eyes trained on him — the source of the alien sounds.  

They saw a Chinese face, so they turned to look at me, as if to find the reason for this Chinese man speaking English: his companion must be a Westerner.  

But no, they saw a Chinese face on me as well.  

In disbelief, they looked back at Jin, then at me, then at him, then at me.  Yes, both Chinese faces indeed.  Then why are they speaking in English?  

The eyes travelled from our heads to our toes — slowly down, slowly up, then slowly down again, scanning our faces, clothes, shoes, trying to find some clue for our using English with each other.

(Taiwan, 1975)

Linguistic reefs: 01 (Singapore)

It’s the linguistic False Friends that are the hidden reefs.

    One example I cited to my Chinese community centre Mandarin students:

    In my dialect (Teochew / 潮州 / Cháozhōu), the word for “stingy” is “kiam siap”.

(kiam = 鹹 / 咸 / xián / salty;

siap = 澀 / 涩 / sè / tart*)

(*“tart” is the word the dictionary gives for 澀 / 涩 / sè, yet the Chinese for this sensation is more “unsmooth”, like the furring-up effect on one’s tongue when one eats unripe fruit, especially persimmon / kaki / Sharon fruit, rather than “sour / acidic” which is more like “tart” as in unripe apple.  澀 / 涩 / sè is also used for describing wheel axles that don’t turn smoothly and therefore need oiling.)

    One day, a Teochew speaker tried to describe, to some Cantonese speakers, a man (who was present) as being “stingy”.

(BTW, this was done good-naturedly, as the Chinese tend to go for what I call “rough humour”, i.e., the closer one is to someone, the freer one can feel about giving that person a hard time — in a teasing spirit, not in a bad-tempered way.)

    The Teochew speaker simply converted the two Teochew sounds of “kiam siap / salty tart” into the Cantonese pronunciation “haam sap”.  

    Unfortunately, “haam sap” in Cantonese = to be lecherous, so the Cantonese listeners all looked at the poor man in disgust.

(Singapore, 1960s)

Animal language (London)

On my morning school runs escorting two children to school, we walk through the grounds of Ally Pally (Alexander Palace) in north London.

Lots of people walk their dogs there.

On the way, I often come across earthworms that have found their way onto the tarmac paths, so I pick them up with sticks and throw them back onto the grassy area, so that they won’t get squashed underfoot.

One morning last week, a small dog suddenly stopped by me, and started to do a growly bark.  I wasn’t quite sure why it should be growling at me — surely it didn’t feel threatened by me?  

I asked, “What??  Why are you barking at me??”

The little dog growled again, and lowered the front half of its body, as if it was ready to bounce up and run off.

This was repeated a number of times.

Ah, Eureka!!  It wanted me to throw the sticks in my hands for it to go and fetch.

The only thing is: the sticks were the size of a toothpick for one of them and a chopstick for the other.  How the little dog could’ve thought they’d be candidates for Fetch is beyond me.

What I have learned from this episode , though, is:  after the event, it occurred to me that the dog’s growl on this occasion was from the back of the throat, not the usual frontal loud bark.  So, that growl was a request or invitation, “Come on, throw them, throw them, I want to go fetch!!”

(London, 2022)

Swan’s feet (Singapore)

During my undergraduate days at SOAS (School of Oriental and African Studies, University of London), an English chap in the Japanese Section introduced me to the expression “swan’s feet”: to the observer, the swan is gliding smoothly and calmly on the water but under the surface the feet are paddling madly.  (I can’t find it under google, so he must’ve invented it.*)

I remember going to a job interview for the post of legal secretary at a lawyers’ firm (Boey, Ng and Wan, in Asia Insurance Building) in 1974. 

It was my first secretarial post after graduating from secretarial school, my previous job being as a telex operator at Conoco Western Pacific in Singapore (an American oil company, now ConocoPhillips).

I’d driven there after my morning telex shift, got stuck in the traffic, arrived late, sweaty and stressed out and anxious and nervous and flustered. 

Sat there opposite the three partners, wringing my hands under the table as they fired questions at me.  

There was also a test, of course:  dictation, shorthand, and typing out the dictated document in triplicate.

Anyway, I got the job. 

All three partners told me later how impressed they’d been with me — sitting there so calm and confident during the interview!! 

Classic swan’s feet, though I didn’t know the term at the time.

(Singapore, 1974)

*Thanks to Valerio for unearthing this:  

https://www.horebinternational.com/the-swan-metaphor/#:~:text=We%20don't%20see%20the,They%20are%20like%20white%20swans 

Selective hearing: 01 (Singapore)

When my mother repeatedly failed to get a response from my then two-year-old eldest sister, the family started to worry that it might be her hearing.

After checking her over, the doctor said, “There’s nothing wrong with her hearing.  She’s just stubborn!”

(Singapore, 1947)