Burp: to expel gas through the mouth from the stomach, to belch
There are days I wake up simply knowing the word for the 365 Daily Challenge. There are others when I spend at least fifteen minutes surfing the web or wandering around my apartment, searching for something apropos. Then there are moments where for some unknown reason, the word just makes itself known and I can do nothing but accept it, even when it’s an awful word I wish I didn’t have to discuss. Today is one of those days. Nothing roamed about the brain when I awoke. Nothing appeared while I made the bed. Then a certain little doggie followed me from the bedroom to the kitchen, when he made the loudest burp I’ve ever heard him ever make before. And it got me to thinking… where did the word ‘burp’ come from?
Spent a few minutes researching it, but the only source I could find is that it’s a classic case of “echoic” foundation or onomatopoeia, words that resemble the sound the action makes. I thought about it for a minute, trying to decide if that’s what it really sounds like. I hear a bit more of a “blegh” than a “burp,” but then again, I rarely ever burp. Or belch, but I dislike that word about as much as other people dislike the word ‘moist.’ I have no issues with the word ‘moist’ as I have positive connotations with it, like a moist cake. Let me stop there before I go off on a tangent. It’s more than the word belch that I dislike; it’s the concept of belching or burping. I’m not one to burp even though I eat all sorts of weird foods that undoubtedly test the body’s digestive tract.
Some people and cultures, based on what I just read, believe burping is a way to tell someone you enjoyed a good meal. Others find it so brutally offensive, you often might not be invited back. I’m somewhere in the middle, but I admit, when I hear someone burp, my head immediately drops them down 1 peg on the scale on which I measure everyone. That sounds a lot worse than it really is, and I regret typing those words now. But as everyone knows the rules around here, I only allow myself to correct grammar and spelling; I am not allowed to remove sentences because I worried about the content. That scale I measure people on has about a million pegs on it, so dropping one is totally acceptable. No one is perfect.
While I understand sometimes the body can’t control its need to burp, the action can be hidden or done privately. That’s probably why I dislike it, since I am usually the one to be as least intrusive as possible, I wouldn’t want to interrupt a meal with that particular kind of distraction. But I’m human, and there have been a few times when the burp just happened. I suppose I can’t chastise others when I have had a few uncontrollable ones. It seems for some mammals, not letting yourself burp might actually endanger your life. Definitely can’t be upset with them, can you? But on a more serious note, my point is rather that if you could control it, why wouldn’t you, unless there was danger? It’s a sign of respect not to display extraneous and unnecessary noises in my house!
On another fascinating (um, not really) note, did you know that the word ‘burpee’ has nothing to do with the word ‘burp?’ I was surprised. I don’t like cucumbers, so I can’t say that I’ve tried the burpee kind. Who names a cucumber a burpee? Is it because they make you burp? Please share if you know, I’m curious now. I’ve also done a few burpees in the gym; not my favorite as it causes people to stare at you. But it was named for a doctor / fitness guru named Burpee. How do all these words connect together? It will distract me all day today so that I avoid doing the things I should be doing.
Perhaps the first man or woman who burped actually coined the word burp. I also find it funny that some people can burp on queue. Or that people have contests for it. Or it’s taught to children as something funny to do. I couldn’t do any of these things if my life depended on it. What an interesting topic for today… but it is what it is. And I have a bunch of editing to do, so the word stands. If you have any information about the source of this whole peculiarity, please share. I’ve got a bone to pick with them… in the meantime, how do you all feel about the word ‘burp?’
About Me & the “365 Daily Challenge”
I’m Jay and I live in NYC. By profession, I work in technology. By passion, I work in writing. I’ve always been a reader. And now I’m a daily blogger. I decided to start my own version of the “365 Daily Challenge” where since March 13, 2017, I’ve posted a characteristic either I currently embody or one I’d like to embody in the future. 365 days of reflection to discover who I am and what I want out of life.
The goal: Knowledge. Acceptance. Understanding. Optimization. Happiness. Help. For myself. For others. And if all else fails, humor. When I’m finished in one year, I hope to have more answers about the future and what I will do with the remainder of my life. All aspects to be considered. It’s not just about a career, hobbies, residence, activities, efforts, et al. It’s meant to be a comprehensive study and reflection from an ordinary man. Not a doctor. Not a therapist. Not a friend. Not an encyclopedia full of prior research. Just pure thought, a blogged journal with true honesty.
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English: containing roots from England
We’ve concluded another week, and on this, the third 365 Challenge Sunday, it’s time to select one of the countries from which my ancestors hail. I’m about 33% English, though Ancestry says my DNA is 81% English; however, those numbers include Irish, and Scottish, which will be next week’s “end-of-the-week” post, thus covering my four primary heritages. But I’m pretty certain at least half of me hails from Great Britain when I look at all the records and the family genes. I am pretty pale, remember! My favorite English last name in my family history: Pantridge. So formal and eloquent.
I’ve been fascinated with the royal families and ascendancy to the thrones of England for years. At one point, I could name most of the Kings and Queens in order, but I’ve forgotten some of those details in recent years. I would love to find out that I descend from one of them, but I highly doubt it’s true. Perhaps Henry VIII’s court jester is my real ancestor!
And in keeping with tradition, I’ve located the Top 10 English traits… but this time, it’s according to the Metro UK news. Let’s see how I fare:
1. Talking about the weather
- I do often use that as an easy line of conversation, given that I tend to be shy and quiet when it comes to conversing with others. I am fascinated by whether it will be warm or cold, rainy or dry. I hate, loathe and despise hot weather. I prefer the temperature to be a nice 50 degrees Fahrenheit. A good topic for another day!
- Score: 1 out of 1.
2. Great at queueing
- Yes! I love lines. It’s the most fair way to ensure those of us who arrive early don’t get left out when a crowd forms. My favorite place for a proper queue is at the airport, but it does not always happen. Each American airline (don’t get me started on other countries’ approach to the ticket counter) calls group by group to queue for an orderly on-boarding to the aircraft. EXCEPT, most Americans (of which I am one) are RUDE (not me, I am orderly). They all just run to the line even though their group hasn’t been called, and then orderly people like me have to ask people to move, step over all their luggage, blah blah blah. Get the @#*& out of my way is what I really want to say. Wait your turn. If you’re group 5, don’t stand right at the beginning of the line. Don’t be an @$$^&*%. OK, rant done.
- Score: 2 out of 2.
- I had a post dedicated to that… remember? Although, someone wise said I am probably more clever, so…perhaps not. But in general, I think the English are sarcastic like I am – never in a cruel way.
- Score: 3 out of 3.
4. Watching soaps
- Yes, I must confess. I used to watch a lot of soap operas when I was a teenager, not including prime time soaps. Let’s see if I can remember them: Loving (became The City), Another World, Days of Our Lives, As The World Turns and Guiding Light. I had lots of VCR tapes going while I was in school. And I also had 3 magazine subscriptions to keep me well read when not watching them on TV. Such a LOSER!!!!!
- Special Kudos to anyone who can name the fake soap opera in the clip below.
- Score: 4 out of 4.
5. Getting drunk
- I remember covering this during the Irish post. Are all British drunks? Or is it really just everyone in the world at this point? Yikes. But no, I’m not a drunk. I drink but know when to stop on most occasions.
- Score 4 out 5.
6. A love of bargains
- No, definitely not me. I am careful with money, but I am not a bargain shopper. I like to get a discount, and I will usually balance quality and cost when making a purchase, but I always wonder “what’s wrong with this?” when it seems like a bargain.
- Score: 4 out of 6.
7. A love of curtain twitching
- I am stumped. What the… is curtain twitching? Let’s Google it……… OK, I’m back. OMG, I would not have guessed this. Seriously? OK, well curtain twitching is “a nosy person who watches his or her neighbours, typically from a curtained window.” AND it uses the British spelling in the word “neighbours.” Laughing so hard, I can only think of one thing. AbFab! Too bad they weren’t actually curtain twitching the neighours in the clip below. But yeah, I’m a little nosy sometimes. Remember curious?
- Score 5 out of 7.
8. Stiff upper lip
- Sometimes I do, sometimes I do not. I tend to be pretty strong, but not always. I’m gonna say yes to this one.
- Score: 6 out of 10.
9. Love of all television
- I watch TV almost every day. Besides reading, it’s the other hobby I have that involves sitting down a lot. 🙂
- Score: 7 out of 9.
10. Always saying sorry
- I used to do this ALL the time. I’m much better about it now, but if I get too close to someone and almost bump them, the first words out of my mouth are “I’m sorry.” It would never occur to me to say “excuse me” or “watch where you’re going!” I always assume it was my fault.
- Score: 8 out of 10.
And what does this tell me? I am emblematic of 80% of these things… and that matches the 81% noted above. How am I always so in sync with my DNA? Quite a stumper…