Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Thistle To Wet Your Whistle

While I write the next "shocking!" post about Bluesette, here is some footage from the Sequim Bay (Washinton) Thistle Regatta to keep you distracted entertained.

Lovely boats and nice footage (why do we still call digital images things like "photos" and "footage", when there are no photo-chemicals or rolls of film involved?).   



OK, so the title refers to it as "video" here, not footage.  But while we're examining the etymology of words, may I ask why anyone would name a boat class for a nasty, spiny, flower like the thistle?   They look like lovely boats - why thistle?

Yet, in the "old testament" (I had to study that for a semester in college - not well mind you - so I'm an expert) ... and it is written in Genesis that Yahweh or Gawd or whomever (no offense intended to you Yahweh or Gawd or whomever worshipers - some of my best friends are whomever worshipers) said to Adam (the first husband),

“Because you have listened to the voice of your wife, and have eaten from the tree about which I commanded you, saying, ‘You shall not eat from it’;  Cursed is the ground because of you;  In toil you will eat of it; All the days of your life.        

“Both thorns and thistles it shall grow for you;
And you will eat the plants of the field"

So if you listen to your wife you have to eat thistles which, if you look them up using the Google oracle thingy, will find out are kind of pretty but rather thorny and nasty.   It isn't stated, however, what happens if you decide to NOT listen to your wife.   Well, I can tell you bachelors out there that it isn't exactly pleasant either! 

So damned if you do and damned if you don't  - and since the proximity of the punishment is closer when you don't listen to your wife (like immediate), I can pretty much guarantee that even if the latter punishment may be threatened to be eternal, or even just for the rest of your life,  most of us guys are going to listen to our wives.  That's the  way HE wired us or we evolved whichever you assume.    (Since Yaweh/Gawd/whomever is both omniscient and omnipotent, he knew all this crap up front and was in total control, so is just playing with us.) 

What was the question?  Oh yeah, why name a boat Thistle?   Is it a punishment to sail?  Is it pretty but thorny?   Is it just for married males who listen to their wives?  It's so confusing.

Anyone have any insight or even speculation on the matter?  Enquiring minds want to know!

Until next, sweet sailing.  (And trust me on this one:  listen to your wife.)





7 comments:

George A said...

Panda: I think if you ever race a Thistle on a breezy day all will be revealed: you'll soon recognize the boat as the shiny beast which it is.

Tillerman said...

It was named a Thistle because of the Scottish heritage of the designer. Likewise for the names of the other boats he designed, the Highlander and the Flying Scot.

Baydog said...

Kinda like a big Penguin with a soft chine, jib, and spinnaker

Martin J Frid said...

And why call it footage when there is no foot involved?

I'm looking forward to the next shocking revelations...

Pandabonium said...

George A - yes indeed. No doubt a beauty up top like the flower, but as Norseman invading Scotland found out, it can get thorny.

Tillerman - right o. My brother had a friend when he was a teen (Skip Dashew, the boat designer) who had a Thistle.

Baydog - sort of like "Opus" the cartoon character?

Martin - you will be utterly electrified!

Doc Häagen-Dazs said...

Just a couple of days ago, in fact, I acknowledged to Trophy Wife one of my bigger mistakes: Way back in the day when we were dating, we were poised on the precipice of buying into an International 14. (There was a local 1-design fleet.) We took a sail on a Thistle. I liked it. I liked its plumb bow. (Like the last boat my father built from a kit.) And it was roomy enough to take a kid or two sailing with us. But I said 'no' because it wasn't self-bailing and I wanted some decking around the bow. But it would have been a good ride for us for a while. And, no, I never asked why it was named "Thistle". Aren't they beautiful flowers when the wind blows and bends them?

bonnie said...

"And they all flew away like the down from a thistle"