Northeastern topolect expressions, part 2
Following up on Diana Shuheng Zhang's notes on forty Northeasternisms (11/12/25), Yizhi Geng gives us another helping. While Diana's collection is based mainly on Dalian city, Yizhi's comes from Changchun.
"mǎ húlu 马葫芦": "manhole" (lit., "horse gourd / calabash / cucurbit"), where "mǎ húlu gài 马葫芦盖" refers to "manhole-cover". According to older generations, this word came from Japanese, "manhōru マンホール", which was created during Japanese occupation. It seems to be interesting how this word came from English, to Japanese, and finally to Northeastern topolect dōngběi huà 东北话 we used in Changchun.
"dà huí / xiǎo huí 大回 / 小回": "turn left / turn right" (lit., "big retreat / small retreat". It is said to also come from Japanese, but I cannot relate it to any Japanese expression I know.
"dēngxiào 登校": (when summer / winter break ends.) "back to school". During my primary and middle school, I used to believe that this is a common word in Chinese that was frequently used by schools. However, when I went to university and met students from other provinces of China, I found that the correct word in Chinese is "fǎnxiào 返校": "return to school". I still feel confused why this word is only used in schools in Changchun, but not every school in Changchun.
"dāndāng qū 担当区": the specific area that a team is responsible for cleaning or maintaining in schools or factories. This is another example that I used to believe is universal but actually only used in Changchun. It is always used together with "dēngxiào 登校" when students are required to return to school and assigned to clean a specific area of snow on the playground during the winter break.
All above words were considered by locals as "xiéhé yǔ 协和语" (lit., "concordant language"), which represents a group of words that were directly borrowed from Japanese during a special period in history. Everyone says they were borrowed from Japanese, but most of them cannot refer each of the expressions exactly with a particular word from Japanese. I think some of them seem obvious if you know a little bit of Japanese, but others were not that direct to figure out.
The Japanese twists to these words are especially surprising and entertaining.
Selected readings
- "Northeastern topolect expressions" (11/12/25) — with references
- "Russian Loans in Northeast and Northwest Mandarin: The Power of Script to Influence Pronunciation" (1/23/11)
- "ISTORMI IDRAINI" (2/16/25)
- "Recent Japanese loanwords in Chinese" (7/22/13)
The Day in Spikedluv (Thursday, Dec 18)
I visited my aunt, hit the post office to mail a couple more cards, hand-washed dishes, went for several walks with Pip and the dogs, cut up chicken for the dogs' meals, and scooped kitty litter. I got leftover pulled pork out of the freezer for Pip’s supper.
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Temps started out at 30.9(F) and dropped to 22.1 before I left the house a couple hours later!! The forecast called for the overnight low to be 21, but we were skeptical of that because it was still 39.9 when we went to bed. Apparently Mother Nature was determined to get close to that forecasted low! All the snow that melted yesterday re-froze overnight, so that was fun. Temps reached 50.4 and we had sun today!
Tomorrow is supposed to be a high of 54 with rain in the morning and snow in the afternoon, which means a huge and sudden temperature drop. That’ll be more fun.
P.S. Thank you to everyone who has commented on my aunt update posts. I appreciate the hugs and suggestions.
Mom Update:
Mom is not doing well. ( more back here )
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Advent calendar 19
At bedtime that night no one spoke of hanging up stockings. Grace was too young to know about hanging stockings on Christmas Eve and no one else expected a present. But they had never been so eager for Christmas Day because the tracks were clear now and the train would come tomorrow.
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She slid out of bed without waking Mary and quickly pulled on her dress in the cold. She opened the box where she kept her own things. She took out the roll of knitted lace, already wrapped carefully in tissue paper. Then she found the prettiest card she had ever been given in Sunday school and she took the little embroidered picture frame and the cardboard hair receiver. With these in her hands she hurried tiptoe downstairs.
Ma looked up in surprise. The table was set and Ma was putting on each plate a little package wrapped in red-and-white striped paper.
"Merry Christmas, Ma!" Laura whispered. "Oh, what are they?"
"Christmas presents," Ma whispered. "Whatever have you got there?"
Toné Milne (1860-1925)
In 1872 she was sent far south to Tokyo to attend the Temporary Pioneer School, the women’s branch of the Sapporo Agricultural College, which was intended to prepare girls to become good wives to Hokkaido pioneers. (Among her classmates, albeit six years older, would have been Hirose O-Tsune.) Cast among daughters of the nobility and the rich upper-middle class, Toné was the only one there without a surname, and found life at school difficult; she also disagreed with its good-wife/wise-mother morals. After the school relocated to Sapporo, she was often sick and, when in school, inattentive; these days the signs would have been more familiar, but at the time she was expelled on the pretext of “a brain disease which prevents her from concentrating on her academics.”
Rumors of “the girl with the brain disease” spread quickly, although her family were supportive and she hoped to open her own English school. She did get a proposal of marriage from the owner of a kimono shop, because he thought she “would look so good in Western clothing.” Toné retorted that she wasn’t a dress-up doll and couldn’t stand men who behaved as if women were their possessions. Her suitor backed off, and the rumors intensified.
In 1878, her father died. On a visit to his grave, Toné encountered Thomas Blakiston on the same errand; he was accompanied by a foreign friend, the British seismologist John Milne. With the aid of Toné’s English skills, she and Milne became quickly close. When he had to leave Hakodate for work, he promised to return and asked her to correspond with him in the meantime, which she did. On his return the following year, she greeted him with “Welcome back to Hakodate,” to which he responded “I haven’t come back to Hakodate, I’ve come back to you.” Toné confessed her history of expulsion and “brain disease” to him; he took it in stride, telling her in turn about facing discrimination in England as a Scotsman. They began life together in Tokyo in 1880 as a common-law couple (religious differences made formal marriage difficult), where Milne helped found the Seismological Society of Japan and Toné served as his assistant, translating Japanese texts and researching the history of earthquakes in Japan.
They were officially married in 1895, after almost fifteen years together. At this point the First Sino-Japanese War was helping turn Japan against foreigners; in addition, a fire destroyed much of their home and work. Milne decided to return home to the UK and take Toné with him, along with Hirota Shinobu, his devoted research partner. There they settled on the Isle of Wight. Although lonely and homesick for Japan, Toné considered her marriage a fulfilling one to a man who treated her like a fellow human being. Milne died in 1913; after waiting out the First World War, Toné returned to Japan in 1920 and died in her hometown of Hakodate in 1925 at the age of sixty-four.
Sources
https://mixedmuseum.org.uk/main-exhibition/1900-john-milne-and-tone-horikawa/ (English) Account of Toné’s marriage, with numerous photographs of their later life
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I'm not really much of a drinker, mostly because I don't like most booze. I'm just as happy with a Shirley Temple as anything alcoholic. But we did the whiskey advent calendar, and that's been fun, and my sister got a wine advent calendar, which is less good. I'm not a fan of dry wines. I like sweet flavors. Which is something that Mt Hope has aplenty. From Niagra to Pink Catawba, they're sweet and go down easy. I'm never going to be a huge drinker, mind you. But I may drink more than previously, now that I've found good stuff. The whiskey advent calendar is miniature bottles, and we split them three ways, so we're having maybe 2/3 of a shot, if that. And the wine, normally I just take a little sip and go "ick," and move on.
The only sad thing is that they didn't have the coconut rum cream in. That was amazing last time. But I got mocha rum cream instead.
Yesterday was a little busy at work, but not horrible. I did a lot of calling out, trying to fill in some slots, and so my total only came to 36. But I got those slots filled. They did not go to waste. I had made some brisket for dinner, which was very good. Kinder's hickory brown sugar rub has a really good flavor.
Tonight, we might have Sam's Club's lobster mac and cheese for dinner. We'll see.
The prime rib came and it's fucking enormous. It's four bones, and about 8lbs. It's a cradled rack, which means that they slice the bones off, get rid of some of the midline fat, and tie them back on. It means that this prime rib is mostly meat, and apparently doesn't change the taste much. I'm figuring the bones weigh about pound of it, so that's still 7lbs of meat. I can't wait to cook it on Thursday.
Saturday, I need to prep it, wrapping it in cheesecloth to take some of the water out, so the sweet fat is not diluted when it's cooked. Then, on Thursday morning, I'm going to take it out and coat it in beef tallow, salt and pepper, and put it in a low oven to roast for a lot of hours. Then it shall rest for a while, while I make my Yorkshire pudding and throw it in the oven right before dinner. I can't wait to try it. I'm using Alton Brown's recipe, and usually his stuff is good.
It certainly looks tasty.
Tonight, we have a one shot game, which should be fun. Other than that, no games at all this weekend. December is a tough month to schedule.
I got the notification that my sister's present shipped today. I still don't think it'll be here in time, but hope springs eternal. It's coming from China, though, so I doubt it. We'll see. They turned out very pretty.
And on that note, time for me to get ready for work. One more early day to go, and then next week it's semi normal schedule, though we're closing at 2pm on Christmas Eve and then we're closed on Christmas, so y'know, yay, three and a half day week! Everyone have an awesome Friday!!
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New BNHA fic: We'll prescribe you a sheep (Dabi/Hawks)
So that made me think about Dabi/Hawks, and want to write them, and to push hard on the angst, maybe post-canon, probably ending in MCD for at least one of them. Possibly both.
Then I remembered the sheep farming AU. Which I started in early, pre-vaccine covid days. In which Dabi and Hawks run away from it all and just live quietly, happily together, raising their sheep.
Maybe soft could be good, too. Time for a new entry in that AU! Also good for relearning to occasionally write short and to yeet more easily. Writing more short things can only work if I don't just add them to the towering pile of "stuff to edit at some point"!!!
We'll prescribe you a sheep | Dabi/Hawks | 800 words | rated T
Summary: Dabi's sick and misses the sheep. Hawks tries to help.
Read it on Dreamwidth or AO3.
New Worlds: In the Dark Ages
Yes, that Alexander. The Great.
How the heck did we wind up with an entire genre of stories about a Macedonian conquerer who died young that bear so little resemblance to the historical reality?
The answer is that history is much easier to forget than we think nowadays, with our easily mass-produced books. However much you want to lament "those who do not remember the past" etc., we know vastly more about it than any prior age could even aspire to. The legendary tales about Alexander arose quite soon after his death, but by the medieval period, his actual life was largely forgotten; more factual texts were not rediscovered and disseminated until the Renaissance. So for quite a while there, the legends were basically all we had.
Historians tend to not like the phrase "the Dark Ages" anymore, and for good reason. It creates assumptions about what life was like -- nasty, brutish, and short -- that turn out to not really match the reality. But while plenty of people have indeed used that term to contrast with the "light" brought by the Renaissance, one of the men responsible for popularizing it (Cardinal Cesare Baronio, in the sixteenth century) meant it as a statement on the lack of records: to him, the Middle Ages were "dark" because we could not see into them. The massive drop in surviving records had cast that era into shadow.
How do those records get lost? Year Two went into the perils that different writing materials and formats are vulnerable to; those in turn affect the preservation of historical knowledge. Papyrus texts have to be recopied regularly if they're to survive in most environments, so anything that disrupts the supply of materials or the labor available to do that recopying means that dozens, hundreds, even thousands of texts will just . . . go away. Parchment is vastly more durable, but it's also very expensive, and so it tended to get recycled: scrape off the existing text, write on it again, and unless you were lazy enough in your scraping that the old words can still be read -- think of a poorly erased blackboard or whiteboard -- later people will need chemical assistance (very destructive) or high-tech photography to see what you got rid of.
And when your supply of written texts shrinks, it tends to go hand in hand with the literacy rate dropping. So even if you have a record of some historical event, how many people have read it? Just because a thing gets preserved doesn't mean the information it contains will be widely disseminated. That is likely to be the domain of specialists -- if them! Maybe it just sits on a shelf or in a box, completely untouched.
Mind you, written records are not the only way of remembering the past. Oral accounts can be astonishingly precise, even over a period of hundreds or thousands of years! But that tends to be true mostly in societies that are wholly oral, without any tradition of books. On an individual level, we have abundant research showing that parts of the brain which don't see intensive use tend to atrophy; if you don't exercise your memory on a daily basis, you will have a poorer memory than someone who lives without writing, let alone a smartphone. On a societal level, you need training and support for the lorekeepers, so they act as a verification check on each other's accurate recitation. Without that, the stories will drift over time, much like the Alexander Romance has done.
And regardless of whether history is preserved orally or on the page, cultural factors are going to shape what history gets preserved. When the fall of the Western Roman Empire changed the landscape of European letters, the Church was left as the main champion of written records. Were they going to invest their limited time and resources into salvaging the personal letters of ordinary Greeks and Romans? Definitely not. Some plays and other literary works got recopied; others were lost forever. The same was true of histories and works of philosophy. A thousand judgment calls got made, and anything which supported the needs and values of the society of the time was more likely to make the cut, while anything deemed wrong-headed or shocking was more likely to fall by the wayside.
The result is that before the advent of the printing press -- and even for some time after it -- the average person would be astoundingly ignorant of any history outside living memory. They might know some names or events, but can they accurately link those up with dates? Their knowledge would be equivalent to my understanding of the American Civil War amounting to "there was a Great Rebellion in the days of Good President Abe, who was most treacherously murdered by . . . I dunno, somebody."
In fact, there might be several different "somebodies" depending on who's telling the tale. John Wilkes Booth might live on as a byword for an assassin -- imagine if "booth" became the general term for a murderer -- but it's equally possible that some people would tell a tale where Lincoln was murdered by an actor, others where a soldier was responsible, and did that happen at a theatre or at his house? (Booth originally planned to kidnap Lincoln from the latter; that detail might get interpolated into the memory of the assassination.) Or it gets mixed up somehow with Gettysburg, and Lincoln is shot right after giving his famous speech, because all the famous bits have been collapsed together.
Even today, there are plenty of Americans who would probably be hard-pressed to correctly name the start and end dates of our Civil War; I'm not trying to claim that the availability of historical information means we all know it in accurate detail. But at least the information is there, and characters who need to know it can find it. Furthermore, our knowledge is expanding all the time, thanks to archaeology and the recovery of forgotten or erased documents. Now and in the future, the challenge tends to lie more in the ability to sift through a mountain of data to find what you need, and in the arguments over how that data should be interpreted.
But in any story modeled on an earlier kind of society, I roll my eyes when characters are easily able to learn what happened six hundred years ago, and moreover the story they get is one hundred percent correct. That just ain't how it goes. The past is dark, and when you shine a light into its depths, you might get twelve different reflections bouncing back at you, as competing narratives each remember those events in variable ways.
For a writer, though, I don't think that's a bug. It's a feature. Let your characters struggle with this challenge! Muddy the waters with contradictory accounts! If you want your readers to know the "real" story, write that as a bonus for your website or a standalone piece of related fiction. Then you get to have your cake and eat it, too.

(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/Tnyzpz)
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