As many of you know, I am horrible with names. Shake my hand right now and unless I actually get to talking to you, I won’t remember your name when you walk away. I will however remember what you look like. This makes me a horrible networker.
May be I’m compensating for not remembering people’s names by naming inanimate objects in my possession instead.
I’m not particularly good at naming things but I go for it anyway. My mom’s BFF Aunty Sida is brilliant with names. For example, she named her vacation house in the mountains of Khao Yai in Thailand “Chuen Chom Poo,” which means “joyously gazing at the mountains.” But when you hear the name pronounced, it could also mean “joyous pink,” Aunty Sida’s favorite color. Her dogs are named Gaeng Som and Tomm Sapp, both are names for spicy soups. Even her daughters dogs’ names were in a matching pair, Kati and Kala, coconut milk for the yellow lab and coconut shell for the chocolate lab, and coconut theme because they live on Koh Samui!
I don’t have such talent, I must say. My candy apple red Kitchenaid mixer is Betsy. *shrug*
Yes, I named my mixer. Although I wasn’t quite attached enough to the food processor or any other gadget to name them.
Anyway. Let’s back up a little bit.
I think I start to really name things after I named my first car, a forest green sporty Acura Integra. I named it Tequila because it was just the name I could think of at the time. And it didn’t really fit the car. That was when I learned that the object I’m trying to name will reveal itself the name it wants to be called.
The next car, my royal blue clunker of a Toyota Corolla, came along after Tequila was stolen and I was dumped by my boyfriend. I wanted a heroic name for this knight in blue armor, and then I thought, hmm”¦that color reminded me of this:
I got in the car and started calling it Merlin. It felt natural. And there he was.
And of course, the Hyundai Sonata Robin Hood has his own story.
But yes, I now name many things. Even things that didn’t need names.
My work computer was/is the most powerful in the office, naturally I named it Sully like the most bad ass monsters of Monsters Inc. This netbook I’m typing on is Momo after the flying lemur in Avatar: The Last Bender, because it’s small and it goes everywhere with you.
My guitar is Dusty…obvious reason. My piano is a Kimball but I don’t want to call her Kimmy so she’s Ginger for her reddish tone.
Brandon also picks up my naming hobby. His Hyundai Santa Fe is Puma–apparently for the sound it makes. (I originally named his car Buster because Brandon kept hitting his elbows/knees/hands etc. on the car. But he didn’t like that name. Oh well.) Our server is Moya for the ship in Farscape, and our home server is Beast, again, obvious reason. He also named my USC garden gnome Theodor…”because that’s a gnome-ish name.”
There was a spider who started making his web right above our door and he was there for a few days. We decided to name him Fred. So now ALL spiders are referred to as “Fred”.
I even named a piglet in my dream. And he’s not even real!
One thing we haven’t been able to name, though, is our air rifle. Brandon wants to call her Vera, like Jayne’s gun in Firefly. It doesn’t fit. I keep holding her and try to feel for a name when we take her out shooting, but she remains an enigma.