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mousmeI guess I should do this, even though I've been resisting (my name is too damned long).
What does your first name mean?
It means "laurel tree" in Greek.
What does your middle name mean?
Which one? ^_-
The first one is the feminine version of a greek name meaning "helper and defender of mankind."
The second is the Romanian translation of a Greek name meaning "bright one" or "beautiful one."
The third is the feminine version of a greek name meaning "tender," "gracious," or "good."
What does your last name mean?
The first of my last names is a gallic transformation of a Romanian name meaning, literally, "the Greeks."
The second means something like "the brown ones."
So what does your name mean when put together?
Nothing at all, except that my parents really liked Greek names (the other two choices for my first name were Cassandra and Zoe which they ended up discarding).
My mother's maiden name doubtless comes from the fact that her ancestors were the first to translate the New Testament into the Romanian vernacular, hence being called "the Greeks," or "Grecianu."
My last name is originally Italian (if you go back about eight hundred years), then becamse French as the people migrated North, and then became predominantly French–Canadian about three hundred years ago or so.
I suppose if I put it together in a way that made sense, it would read: "Brown-skinned Greek laurel tree: bright, tender helper and defender of mankind."
What would you have been named if you were the opposite gender?
I'm adopted, so my parents knew they were getting a girl from the start. They never bothered thinking of boys' names, although I assume I would have been named for my maternal grandfather, Lucien (or Luciano).
Any other name oddities?
Well, other than the fact that I have six names in total, and that most of them are Greek or have something to do with Greece even though I don't have a Greek bone in my body, no.
Do you like your name?
Yes.
What do you like best about it?
It's unusual, and has a beautiful spelling. It's pleasing to the ear because of the diphtongs and binary rhythm, and is generally easily pronouncable by most cultures (except the Chinese who seem to have issues with it). When I was very little I took pride in the "ph" which no one else my age knew how to spell or even suspected existed.
What do you like least about it?
The fact that adults don't know how to spell it.
The fact that most people seem bent on shortening it to "Daph," which I hate.
The countless "Daffy Duck" jokes I've heard in my lifetime.
If you HAD to change your name (witness protection program, whatever), what would you want it to be?
Tough one. I really like my name and I never ever wanted to be called anything else.
If I had to pick a name, it would be Victoria, or perhaps Margaret.
What does your first name mean?
It means "laurel tree" in Greek.
What does your middle name mean?
Which one? ^_-
The first one is the feminine version of a greek name meaning "helper and defender of mankind."
The second is the Romanian translation of a Greek name meaning "bright one" or "beautiful one."
The third is the feminine version of a greek name meaning "tender," "gracious," or "good."
What does your last name mean?
The first of my last names is a gallic transformation of a Romanian name meaning, literally, "the Greeks."
The second means something like "the brown ones."
So what does your name mean when put together?
Nothing at all, except that my parents really liked Greek names (the other two choices for my first name were Cassandra and Zoe which they ended up discarding).
My mother's maiden name doubtless comes from the fact that her ancestors were the first to translate the New Testament into the Romanian vernacular, hence being called "the Greeks," or "Grecianu."
My last name is originally Italian (if you go back about eight hundred years), then becamse French as the people migrated North, and then became predominantly French–Canadian about three hundred years ago or so.
I suppose if I put it together in a way that made sense, it would read: "Brown-skinned Greek laurel tree: bright, tender helper and defender of mankind."
What would you have been named if you were the opposite gender?
I'm adopted, so my parents knew they were getting a girl from the start. They never bothered thinking of boys' names, although I assume I would have been named for my maternal grandfather, Lucien (or Luciano).
Any other name oddities?
Well, other than the fact that I have six names in total, and that most of them are Greek or have something to do with Greece even though I don't have a Greek bone in my body, no.
Do you like your name?
Yes.
What do you like best about it?
It's unusual, and has a beautiful spelling. It's pleasing to the ear because of the diphtongs and binary rhythm, and is generally easily pronouncable by most cultures (except the Chinese who seem to have issues with it). When I was very little I took pride in the "ph" which no one else my age knew how to spell or even suspected existed.
What do you like least about it?
The fact that adults don't know how to spell it.
The fact that most people seem bent on shortening it to "Daph," which I hate.
The countless "Daffy Duck" jokes I've heard in my lifetime.
If you HAD to change your name (witness protection program, whatever), what would you want it to be?
Tough one. I really like my name and I never ever wanted to be called anything else.
If I had to pick a name, it would be Victoria, or perhaps Margaret.
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Date: 2003-04-03 02:52 pm (UTC)"A Prayer for my Daughter"
by W. B. Yeats
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind,
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour I have walked and prayed
Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.
I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
And under the arches of the bridge, and scream
In the elms above the flooded stream;
Imagining in excited reverie
That the future years had come,
Dancing to a frenzied drum,
Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.
May she be granted beauty and yet not
Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught,
Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,
Being made beautiful overmuch,
Consider beauty a sufficient end,
Lose natural kindness and maybe
The heart-revealing intimacy
That chooses right, and never find a friend.
Helen being chosen found life flat and dull
And later had much trouble from a fool,
While that great Queen, that rose out of the spray,
Being fatherless could have her way
Yet chose a bandy-leggèd smith for man.
It's certain that fine women eat
A crazy salad with their meat
Whereby the Horn of Plenty is undone.
In courtesy I'd have her chiefly learned;
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
By those that are not entirely beautiful;
Yet many, that have played the fool
For beauty's very self, has charm made wise,
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
May she become a flourishing hidden tree
That all her thoughts may like the linnet be,
And have no business but dispensing round
Their magnanimities of sound,
Nor but in merriment begin a chase,
Nor but in merriment a quarrel.
O may she live like some green laurel
Rooted in one dear perpetual place.
My mind, because the minds that I have loved,
The sort of beauty that I have approved,
Prosper but little, has dried up of late,
Yet knows that to be choked with hate
May well be of all evil chances chief.
If there's no hatred in a mind
Assault and battery of the wind
Can never tear the linnet from the leaf.
An intellectual hatred is the worst,
So let her think opinions are accursed.
Have I not seen the loveliest woman born
Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn,
Because of her opinionated mind
Barter that horn and every good
By quiet natures understood
For an old bellows full of angry wind?
Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will;
She can, though every face should scowl
And every windy quarter howl
Or every bellows burst, be happy still.
And may her bridegroom bring her to a house
Where all's accustomed, ceremonious;
For arrogance and hatred are the wares
Peddled in the thoroughfares.
How but in custom and in ceremony
Are innocence and beauty born?
Ceremony's a name for the rich horn,
And custom for the spreading laurel tree.
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Date: 2003-04-03 05:22 pm (UTC)Christopher Godfrey Xinqun Huang:
"Christ-bearer"
"God's peace"
"Heart of the masses" (or "Lotsaheart", but I refuse to be a Care Bear)
"Yellow"
Altogether: "Get thee to a seminary"
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I like yours better though.