Dr. Metablog

Dr. Metablog is the nom de blague of Vivian de St. Vrain, the pen name of a resident of the mountain west who writes about language, books, politics, or whatever else comes to mind. Under the name Otto Onions (Oh NIGH uns), Vivian de St. Vrain is the author of “The Big Book of False Etymologies” (Oxford, 1978) and, writing as Amber Feldhammer, is editor of the classic anthology of confessional poetry, “My Underwear” (Virago, 1997).

December 2020

  • It's been a rough year what with the madman president and the covid pandemic. And also deaths and diseases among my close friends. I have at least ten male friends who've lost their wives after long marriages. Some have bounced back, some will never get over the grief. At the beginning of 2020, I made…

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  • Here's a colorized illustration of Ruth Chatterton as Alison Drake in the "pre code" romance Female (1933).      Although she's surrounded by a bunch of official looking executives, she runs the show. Miss Drake owns and manages factory that manufactures automobiles. She's in a male preserve — it's not a cosmetic factory or something…

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  • "Kith and kin" is an excellent example of a "pairing" — sometimes called a "coordinate pair." A pairing is a linguistic event in which two words join to produce a single meaning. "Kith" has no independent existence nowadays and only exists as an element of the pair. "Kith and kin" means "family." Originally, back then,…

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  • Once again, I was lost, this time in a strange city — apparently, I was trying to drive from somewhere down south all the way to Vermont.  We park the car and my companion (a guy totally unknown to me, by the way) asks a traffic cop the name of the city at which we've…

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  • Friends, relatives, and stray internet pilgrims know that Dr. Metablog, aka Vivian de St. Vrain, etc. is a "replacement child" and has written about it in the blogpost Susan P. and also in brief remarks on Louis Aggasiz, Edward Gibbon, Thornton Wilder, and a guy from the old neighborhood. Now, I'm happy to say, there's…

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  • Along with everyone of my generation, I've been worrying about my deteriorating memory. There are these horrible moments. I stand in front of the open refrigerator, wondering what I'm doing there and for what I'm searching. Or I go the market and then forget to bring the groceries in from the car — that sort…

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