A Name to Remember

Many people are not very good at remembering names, unless those names are repeated over and over again in the media.


I have been told that an Australian personage by the name of Mr Sausage has been in the news recently, mainly because he has embarrassed a few diplomats.  There have also been quite a few stories, I believe, about a Lady Du Dah, who has developed a reputation for wearing even sillier outfits than Marie Antoinette.  I am not sure that I wish to be enlightened further on such matters.

A bad dress and a bad press

My own name is rarely in the media.  I would not want to be notorious, common (otherwise known as "popular"), or the subject of propaganda.  Some of my dear friends who work in various African media services have told me that my name is deemed to be very "cool" on that continent, which I am told is a compliment when spoken by the young and fashionable.


I am quite well known in North America and in Europe, especially amongst those personages who are well aware of my classical music credentials.  Most media personnel have very little awareness of anything to do with classical music, which may indicate that they are usually tone deaf.  Personages in the mainstream news broadcasting media appear to be especially susceptible to the ailment.  It is particularly noticeable in the strangely unnatural inflections in their voices.

As Madame Adelaidezone, I have a name that is suitably compatible with my home environment.  Mr da Vinci's name is in keeping with his birthplace, which is perhaps a sign of his genius.  I always think it wise to follow the example of creatively enlightened persons, but never to the point of imitation.  Do you do the same, dear reader?

During my childhood...

My first name is the consequence of a speech impediment possessed by the person who registered my birth.  She happened to be an illiterate, atheistic wet nurse who had been delegated the task by my very busy professional parents.  If you think that Twaklin is unusual for a little girl's first name, you will be even more astonished by the maiden name I was given, much to my parents subsequent consternation. It is fortunate that Monsieur Adelaidezone relieved me of that burden upon our marriage.

However, it has also come to my attention that the word twak sometimes has unhealthy connotations.  It is unfortunately used by unpleasantly antisocial personages to indicate all sorts of harmful substances and behaviours.  However, there are some very interesting and enlightened uses of the word, too.


Here are a few twak links:


A gentleman blog-pamphleteer by the name of Twak
(a digitally artistic sort of chap)

A technological Tweeple Twak to take to Mr Twitter's coffee house
(if you feel so inclined)

Twaddle and Twak from South Africa
(not South Australia)

Twak in Sanskrit - botanical and medicinal
(I like cinnamon - Is it similar?)


As far as I am aware, I am the only Twaklin on planet earth, whether in the ethereal or material realm.  I would be most interested to know what my name may mean to you.