In his now classic play, Shakespear puts the following words in Juliet’s mouth;
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”
True. A rose would smell the same if we called it a “stress ball”. But it would get pretty confusing if we didn’t all call it the same, and I really don’t think I’d have the patience to live in a world where we all have our own dictionary.
I get Shakespear’s point though. But let’s face it… If people didn’t give much importance about names, we would have missed a dang good play, and a heartcrushing love story. Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes (lucky woman, I’d take her name anytime!! LOL) would be that much less popular and wealthy.
Sooo we decided, at one point in time, to name things and people. Two thumbs up for the first tribe who tried that idea! I am guessing it saved a whole lot of miming “I saw a mammoth in the field behind the hill” and probably made hunting and stuff like that much more efficient!
Naming people probably came naturally afterwards.
Ok… Time out!
I don’t remember exactly where I was going with that, but as usual, my brain got distracted… and I found myself surfing on Google, and the wave was pretty good because I found this:
And guess what?? Ok, we could play for a long time, I’ll tell you straight. They’ve got a Danish Name Generator!! Of course, I had to try it….
That’s the choice I got, for female names (in case I’d need a new Danish identity someday). I like Astrid Elkjær… It has one of those soft “d” I work so hard on mastering (one of Danish’s tricky parts) and I just like the sound of it…
But we are strolling farther and farther away from the initial subject of this post… Nicknames!
Most people get nicknames starting as kids. I didn,t. For some reason, people have always called me by my real, and complete name. (Unless “Fatty” and its nice weight-related synonyms count)
The only real nickname I’ve had, I created for myself. Cyranny. I’ve had it pretty much ever since I started “existing” on The Internets. I had a couple other alter egos, that lasted a few weeks or a few months… But Cyranny was my first online nickname, and it stuck.
After a little over 20 years, I think it is just natural that I like it! It has become a part of me, and I would certainly turn around if someone called my nickname in a crowd. I am Cyranny.
The name originally came from Cyrano de Bergerac, the main character of the book/play of the same name.
The entire play is written in verse, in rhyming couplets of twelve syllables per line, very close to the classical alexandrine form, but the verses sometimes lack a caesura. It is also meticulously researched, down to the names of the members of the Académie française and the dames précieuses glimpsed before the performance in the first scene.
The play has been translated and performed many times, and is responsible for introducing the word “panache” into the English language. Cyrano (the character) is in fact famed for his panache, and the play ends with him saying “My panache” just before his death.
(thank you Wikipedia)
Hercule Savinien Cyrano de Bergerac, a cadet (nobleman serving as a soldier) in the French Army, is a brash, strong-willed man of many talents. In addition to being a remarkable duelist, he is a gifted, joyful poet and is also a musician. However, he has an extremely large nose, which causes him to doubt himself. This doubt prevents him from expressing his love for his distant cousin, the beautiful and intellectual Roxane, as he believes that his ugliness would prevent him the “dream of being loved by even an ugly woman.”
(Thanks again Wiki, really nice of you to save me a little time)
My favorite version of Cyrano, is the one performed by Gérard Depardieu, and I honestly don’t know how many times I’ve watched the movie… Here are 2 scenes (the first one has – so-so – English subtitles) I really like a lot… But the whole story is incredible.
I think that, like Cyrano, words have always been a little like my best friends, and my best tools. My greatest friendships have turned around words, and I’ve won most of my (not so many, don’t give me too much credit) boyfriends with words. Like Cyrano, I never could and never did rely on looks. I’m not as good as he is with them, but I think I could have been a far cousin of Cyrano, just not on the Roxanne side… LOL
So that’s basically why I took Cyranny as an online nickname. It is funny, because here in Québec, Anny Cyr is a pretty common name. So people often thought that was my real name.
When I started The Cove, and began to correspond and interact with more English speaking people, I also noticed that a lot of you misread my nickname at first… A lot of people wrote to, or about me, referring to Cranny. I don’t remember correcting anyone who did the mistake. I just thought it was cute… Along the months, it happened less and less often.
I know a lot of people use their real names to run their blogs. I could do it too, since I don’t have anything to hide. I am not camera shy, I could put my face on everyone of my posts… But I like the fact that The Cove is a playfull, somewhat fantasy-like place to spend time, and with that in mind, I prefer to remain as “mysterious” as I can. That way, people can imagine Cyranny as they please, and I can play with what I am or am not as I wish…
Win/win! I think…
Although both real, Cyranny and myself are different. Some people know Cyranny… Some know me (or so they think :P) and one person has met both of us, so far. I like us both although we have our flaws…
Yeah… That’s pretty much it.
Trying to find something to end this post… Most probably my worst post-ending ever… Let’s just watch Cyrano’s final scene…. that’ll work, right??