Today is Groundhog Day!
Accordingly, music from the greatest movie ever made is coursing through my mind. No, not Sonny & Cher, which would be unendurable, but that polka thing.
And, while I’m at it: Some critics — mostly those who seem never to have actually grasped what the linguistic/anthropological argument is — mock the idea that the Nephites might have used their equivalent of the English word horse to denote a tapir. Yet these same people commonly see and speak of “seahorses” and “buffalo.” And the ancient Greeks called hippopotami . . . well, hippopotami. (Hippopotamus is Greek for “river horse.”) And modern Germans call the hippopotamus a Nilpferd, or “Nile horse.” And the Romans called the elephant a “Lucanian cow.” And so on and so forth. So, in this context, consider that we call the groundhog a groundhog, and sometimes a whistle-pig, even though it’s actually, as Bill Murray so eloquently says, a rat. Or, somewhat more precisely, a rodent of the marmot type.
And, in other entertainment news:
My wife and I went with a friend last night to the Hale Center Theater, in West Valley City, Utah, for a performance of The 39 Steps. Good fun. Lots of laughs. I like live theater — which is good, because I married a drama major.
This one is a spoof of Alfred Hitchcock’s famous 1935 thriller by the same title, which was based on John Buchan’s 1915 novel, The Thirty-Nine Steps. (I was actually introduced to the story via the 1978 film The Thirty Nine Steps, which I still like.)
I recommend it for a fun night out.
And, finally: I once nearly ran into Alfred Hitchcock. Literally. I was walking at Universal Studios, and there he was. One of my earliest brushes with greatness. I’m a long-time Hitchcock fan.