Friday, June 10, 2005

A Kat By Any Other Name Would Be As Odd!

I was on phantomoftheopera.info, which is a great site for essays and general Phantomy-ness, when I discovered an essay about Erik's resemblance to Christ. First off, let me inform you that I think this is nonsense. Erik was not a conventionally "good" man. He was no Christ, not in any way, shape, or form. I was never a Jesus kinda girl anyway, so that's all right. But one thing in this essay interested me. The names. Erik means all powerful, or so said the essay. Whether or not this is true got me thinking. What does a name say about us?

My full name is Kathlyn. I have never in my life been able to find another Kathlyn, or what it meant. Once someone told me it meant mischeif, but otherwise I have found nothing. So I did what any respectable modern girl would have done: I googled it. Not the name, but I did find a great name dictionary. Behindthename.com. Fascinating stuff. Unfortunately, my name is too obscure, so I had to trace it back. Kathlyn is the Scottish version of Cathline, and that is derived from Katherine. So I found the etymology of Katherine. (Whew.)

From the Greek name Aikaterine. The etymology is debated: it could derive from the earlier Greek name Hekaterine, which came from hekateros "each of the two"; it could derive from the name of the goddess HECATE; it could be related to Greek aikia "torture"; or it could be from a Coptic name meaning "my consecration of your name". The Romans falsely derived it from Greek katharos "pure" and changed their spelling from Katerina to Katharina to reflect this. The name belonged to a 4th-century saint and martyr from Alexandria who was tortured on the famous Catherine wheel. This name was also borne by two empresses of Russia, including Catherine the Great, and by three of Henry VIII's wives.

I feel so good about this one. I'm related by name to Hecate, who is the queen of the witches according to some Wiccan ideals! (Eh, her or Acadia, no theology today, guys.) I could also be related to a Greek word for torture - which, I must admit, occasionally makes sense. Bit ironic that it was "falsely" derived from pure. I feel evil, etc.. Fourth century saint? I'll take it. Catherine the Great? Fine. Henry VIII's wives? Er. . .what are you supposed to say to that one? But on the whole, I'm happy with it.

And now, I had to do some of my readers. And of course, a few PotO charries.

Allow me to begin with Raoul.

Raoul: Oh no, not that! Please, not THAT!

Kat: Yes. THAT. Mwahahaha! I just love this. Raoul is the French form of Ralph. Ralph! For no good reason, that makes me laugh. Ralph. . .Ha. Which, in turn, is a contracted form of Radulf (?!) which means counsel wolf. Er. Okay.

Nadir, however, is a good one. Nadir means rare in Arabic, which is so true. Nadir sticks by his friends, never loses his sense of morals, loves his son, loves his wife, and is just a plain old good guy. He may even be the one genuinely good intentioned PotO character. All he wants is a happy ending for all concerned. They just don't make 'em like Nadir any more.

Now for a small amount of reality. Maxwell. Allow me to present this analysis of your illustrious moniker.

Originally a surname meaning "stream of Maccus" from the Old English name Maccus combined with wella "stream". A famous bearer of the surname was James Maxwell, a Scottish physicist who studied gases and electromagnetism.

Stream of Maccus. Great. What's Maccus? Stream of it? Whatever it may be? Er, I don't really get this one.

Gabe, you're next. Mwhahahahahaha!

From the Hebrew name Gabriyel which meant "strong man of God". Gabriel is one of the seven archangels in Hebrew tradition. He appears in both the Old Testament and the New Testament, where he serves as the announcer of the births of John to Zechariah and Jesus to Mary. According to Islamic tradition he was the angel who dictated the Koran to Muhammad.

I like that our resident Agnostic/Atheist has the name with the most religious connotation. Strong man of God, oh iodine hiker of the true greatness and overstuffed pillows. The angel Gabe.

Ben, you're next on the hit list. And Benjamin means:

From the Hebrew name Binyamin which means "son of the south" or "son of the right hand". Benjamin in the Old Testament was the twelfth and youngest son of Jacob and the founder of one of the southern tribes of the Hebrews. This name was also borne by Benjamin Franklin, an American statesman, inventor, scientist and philosopher.

All right. Son of the South? Well, we are from So Cal, after all. Hang on, are you right handed? Is your dad? Am I taking all this to literally?

But the one I really don't get is Spencer's.

From a surname which meant "dispenser of provisions" in Old French.

Um. Er. Erm. Okay. . .Spencer, dispenser of provisions. Dispense away, Patron.

Why did I not look up Christine's name? Or Luke's? Because I'm Kat (Katherine, Kathlyn, Hecate, Katharos, Catherine) and I - wait. Hang on. Catherine is a derivation of Kathlyn - or the other way round - and it looks suspiciously like Christine. . .I refuse to be linked to the ingenue in any way, shape, or form. I mean, look where having a Christine-figure got Erik! Dead, brokenhearted, unmasked, and out one wedding dress.

Oh, and I have an AIM screen name now. You can contact me at UmbraOperae. Guess what that means in Latin? Sadly, you can't sing it with the ALW theme, but oh well.

Go review my fan fictions. Or be punjabbed. Especially since a certain person whose name shall not be mentioned but who is generally called the Ghost Host reviewed Max's. You must all go suffer through my works of genius.

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.

34 Comments:

At 10/6/05 8:53 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

*Maniacal Laughter*

 
At 10/6/05 8:54 PM, Blogger Sigerson said...

Feedback? No? Just laughing maniacally? Review my fanfics, you ghostly embodiment of evil.

 
At 10/6/05 9:04 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey! That's not nice.

Okay whatever. We ought to have some sort of community chat now that you have IM. I'm BenWszalek (@AOL). Can AOL chat with AIM? Hmm. I'll stay logged on for a few minutes just in case.

 
At 10/6/05 9:35 PM, Blogger Sigerson said...

Yes, I believe they can.

 
At 10/6/05 11:25 PM, Blogger arcticfreeze said...

it means ghost of the oprah.

and to add injury to more injury with my name, it can also mean god is my strength

 
At 11/6/05 1:16 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Um, okay.

 
At 11/6/05 9:32 AM, Blogger WHTVVR said...

AOL, AIM, and iChat can chat with one another and GAIM. YIM can chat with YIM and GAIM. ICQ can chat with ICQ and GAIM.

GAIM is an IM protocol that allows chatting with AIM, YIM, and ICQ users. It's really cool.

And I don't understand my name on the behind the name thing...does that mean I'm destined to be a legalized reseller of goods?

 
At 11/6/05 9:33 AM, Blogger WHTVVR said...

BTW my AIM username is HeliotropeDragon, but I use GAIM.

 
At 11/6/05 11:54 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

My AOL username is my first name and then my last name with no space.

 
At 11/6/05 12:07 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thunderbird also has IM capabilities.

 
At 11/6/05 1:20 PM, Blogger Sigerson said...

From the look of my behind the name thing, I'm just destined to be long winded and puzzling.

 
At 11/6/05 1:29 PM, Blogger Sigerson said...

My friends, I am NOT PLEASED. None of you has reviewed! Damn you all, go do it!

 
At 11/6/05 5:11 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

*crickets chirp*



*maniacal laughter*

 
At 11/6/05 8:35 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm going to watch the 9:00pm showing of PotO on Pay-Per-View. Yay! Anyone care to joing me?

*crickets chirp*

*the odd dog barks*

No? Oh, too bad then.

 
At 11/6/05 11:53 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

You are luckky you left when you did. You were gonna be topless the next time you gave Brady a dare. I would have been "nicer." (Think wet t-shirt contest.) But that Rush Limabaugh thing was just evil. Maybe I would have umm...ooh...think about when Hermione played T/D. Ecept w/ umm... Mac's bigheaded doll.

 
At 12/6/05 12:25 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

What?!


No no, that won;t do.

What?!

No, no, still not working.

WHAT?!

Yes, much better. Max, that is quite probably the most frightenly nonsensical thing I have ever heard, um read, you say.

Further more, after watching PotO, one thing I noticed. Christines body language toward Erik. And I don;t just mean those missing stockings, people. Watch it and you'll see what I mean.

And I reviewed two of your fan fictions, so there.

Oh, and I've written a PotO FF. It answers a few questions no one's bothered to ask, although they probably have and I just don't know it. Kat, you'll get a draft copy so far because you're the phan.

Whew, I'm out of breath. Odd because I'm typing and not actually talking. Hmmm.

 
At 12/6/05 12:56 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh by the way, random Phact. I share a brithday with Emmy Rossum, who of course played Christine Daae in the PotO movie. She's exactly five years older than I. And now back to your regularly scheduled commenting...

 
At 12/6/05 5:36 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

yea. that was the plan. we were cursing that you left early.

 
At 12/6/05 5:38 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

well what would u rather: a) giving Mac's bigheaded doll a lap dance or b) Wet t-shirt contest style pool jumping

 
At 12/6/05 9:22 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

And why is there GUM on my right pant leg and left shoe?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

 
At 12/6/05 10:02 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Max, are you like drunk on Diet Coke?

I kid.

Maybe.

Mo seriously, this is beggining to worry me in that way that I worry about things. What the photon are you talking about?

 
At 12/6/05 10:14 AM, Blogger arcticfreeze said...

max, you're starting to really scare me

 
At 12/6/05 3:15 PM, Blogger Sigerson said...

Not least you guys. Max, I am going to Punjab you. To the fullest extent of my Punjabbing ability. And I am Punjabbing Brady. And Mac. Allow me to explain: (Ahem.)

We were at Mac's house following his black belt test. (He passed, by the way.) We went on a walk. We got back. I am hoping you'll get bored enough to stop reading. Max was terrified because it was dark, being nighttime. We went to sit in the Morrocan teahouse outside Mac's house. Brady suggested we play truth or dare. I unfortunately trusted that you wouldn't make me do anything suggestive, foolish, or Paris Hilton-esque. Apparently, I was wrong. Shame, shame, Max.

 
At 12/6/05 3:25 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

O...K...

I can tell you're being purposely vague. Never trust men. Ever. No, seriously. Don't even trust that what I said is good advice.

Ah well, the best stories are those never told.

...Which is in fact the opening of my Phan Fiction. Reprinted here, a Phan Fiction... in pieces...

_____________________________________

A Timeless Apparition

The best mysteries are those never solved. The best songs are those that never end. And the best stories, are those never told. Or are they.
This was perhaps the silent question that appeared with the pieces of paper that soon began to populate the streets of the city surrounding the once magnificent Opera Populaire. There was nothing fancy about these papers, but the message they bore struck a chord that could only be related to the great tragedy of the Phantom of the Opera, a mystery never fully solved.
What had once been the center of artistic creation and hidden mayhem had fallen, along with the magnificent chandelier it once held. The paint peeled off the lonely walls into the street, as faded posters for productions long gone ceased to reveal their age old messages.
Indeed a new generation had appeared without the great Opera, but all knew of the phantom who had once taken refuge in its cavernous halls. The theater itself had indeed seemed to die away, its soul awaiting the day when its triumph could be restored. A day even the most optimistic of apparitions knew would never come.
But amid this dreary hopelessness a new message had appeared, a simple piece of paper baring only the simplest of tidings:


Let it be known to all that the great Opera Populaire will return to its former glory, and shall once again regain its place as a theatre of only the greatest artistic performance. Inquires may be made following this Thursday the Twelfth of September.

The new owner wishes you good tidings, and hopes that the Opera’s past history may be extinguished to form anew.

-OP


It is no great difficulty to imagine the hype this simple message was able to amount, and early the morning of the twelfth, a large crowd was seen to appear at the doors of the Opera. The mass buzzed excitedly as anxious patrons shouted questions at the empty doors. Will the Opera be opening to serve further productions? And just who is this new owner that wishes to fall under the moniker “OP”? Could it perhaps stand for “Opera Populaire”? Or was an “Opera Phantom” set to start a new reign over the theater?
As the crowd grew larger and louder, it was suddenly silenced by a loud bang that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. Screams were heard as the crowd frantically searched their sights for the source of the disturbance. A lone hand with a booming voice pointed to the smoldering firecracker dangling from a balcony across the street.
Amid the chaos some time passed before anyone noticed the envelope taped casually to the Opera door. This shocked the crowd to the point where almost a minute passed before someone walked cautiously up to the door, carefully removing the parchment envelope and breaking the fresh wax seal. No noise was heard as the individual unfolded the note with care, scanning the page before carefully enunciating its anxiously awaited contents.


I am glad to see the opera retains its followers. Let it be known that the Opera shall reopen, its first production being The Flying Dutchman, set to open following January Tenth of next year. Auditions will be held on October the Eighteenth at Seven O’clock. Please do not be late. Further inquires will have to wait for another day.

-OP


____________________________________

That's all I've got so far. What do you think?

 
At 12/6/05 3:27 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

You will, by the way, notice the subtle inclusion if my, Max's and Kat's birthdays in the story.

 
At 12/6/05 3:36 PM, Blogger Sigerson said...

Aside from the fact that my birthday is the eighth, I quite liked it.

I am not being purposely vague. And I do not appreciate the characterization of me as an object to be controlled, ordered to perform various acts, and stripped of various articles of clothing, Max. I am not, as your explanation appears to convey, a "loose woman."

Hm, you share a birthday with Emmy Rossum? I share one with Elvis and David Bowie. Fascinating. Do the others of our number have any fascinating news to offer us on birthdays?

 
At 12/6/05 3:52 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Damn! That's twice i've gotten it wrong.

Damn.

Oh well, first draft after all.

 
At 12/6/05 3:53 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

And if you're not being purposely vague, well, fine. I would. But I suppose that provides a substantial basis for a lack of indentifiable logic.

Um... right.

 
At 12/6/05 4:25 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

dont trust me!!!!

 
At 12/6/05 4:27 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

i share one w/ Lee Harvy Oswald. (Shudders)

 
At 12/6/05 4:27 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

we have WAY broken the comments record. and just dont pick dare

 
At 12/6/05 8:57 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

You can't win truth or dare. Its not actually a game. Its really more of a test to see how for people will go. Truth is no better than dare. People feel as secure about their feelingas as they do their physical body in some cases.

 
At 13/6/05 12:40 PM, Blogger Sigerson said...

We have now tied our record.

 
At 13/6/05 12:41 PM, Blogger Sigerson said...

Aaaaaand broken it.

 

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