“We’re so grateful for the response that Murderbot has received, and delighted that we’re getting to go back to Martha Wells’ world to work with Alexander, Apple, CBS Studios and the rest of the team,” Chris and Paul Weitz, said in a statement Thursday.
Building on observations of Andras Rona-Tas (Tibeto-Mongolica, pp. 213-14), one can observe a basic division in Mongolian words for cultivated plants. They divide into two types: 1) words for grains and grain cultivation; and 2) words for fruits and vegetables.
Words in the first category (tariya "grain" buudai "wheat," arbai "barley," shish "sorghum," am "millet," budaa "grain," anjisu "plow" mill "teerem" etc) are consistent throughout the Mongolic family, and have great time depth — most of them are not obviously loan words from any other language (some have Turkic cognates, but at a considerable time depth).
The other have little time depth, are inconsistent across the Mongolic family, and in any given Mongolic language or dialect are usually borrowed from the neighboring non-Mongolic farming people. In modern languages there's a push to adopt more Mongolian sounding terms (usually either Turkic in origin or else calque translations), but they often fail. For example, in Ulaanbaatar, alim "apple" (Turkic origin) is usually yaawlag (Russo-Mongolian from yábloko, and örgöst xemx ("spiny melon"=cucumber) is usually something like oguurcai (from Russian ogúrec). On the other hand in Inner Mongolia, what is baicaa and sheegua in Ulaanbaatar is usually cagaan nogoo (cabbage, calqued from Chinese, literally "white greens"), or tarwas (watermelon, from Uyghur) in Inner Mongolia.
One lovely exception to this is "potato," which in most Mongolian dialects I know is tömös, which is originally the word for "lily bulb," repurposed with the introduction of potato. The Buryats, however, adopted xartaabxa, from Russian kartófel'.
The obvious socio-linguistic root of this distinction is that grain-farming has been a continuous tradition among Mongolic-speakers, with all of them doing some grain farming, in continuous tradition from the distant past. Growing fruits and vegetables, however, has been something adopted independently from various sources, and often dropped and then picked up again, under different influences.
So, to your question "spinach" in Mongolian:
I have never actually knowingly purchased or eaten spinach in Mongolia, and I wasn't aware of the word, so I looked it up in Mongolian. I get two versions: buucai and örgöst nogoo "spiny greens". No prizes for guessing either 1) where buucai came from, or 2) which one is actually used more in the groceries if you want to buy it (I wouldn't be surprised if some derivation of špinat is also used, although it would have to be pretty massively altered to fit Mongolian phonotactics). What is not so clear is whether the reference to "spiny" is a calque translation from some other language, or just an obvious reference to the observable features of the plant, as it is with cucumbers. (When my wife started active gardening, I was surprised to see how spiny real fresh cucumbers actually are — those sold in stores rub off all the spines.) I'd guess the latter.
I thought you’d be interested in a study showing the distribution of “Xanadu” across the web. I first looked into this back in 2010. I’ve now updated that work using ChatGPT o3 (one of the so-called “reasoning” models). It designed the study and executed it.
This report ran all night. And it’s the kind of thing that would have been impossible prior to the internet. Here’s the abstract:
I treat a single word, Xanadu, as a “meme” and follow it from a 17th century book to a 19th century poem (Coleridge's "Kubla Khan"), into the 20th century where it was picked up by a classic movie (Citizen Kane), an ongoing software development project (Ted Nelson's Project Xanadu), another movie and hit song, Olivia Newton-John’s Xanadu, and a few other events. The aggregate result is that many occurrences of “Xanadu” fall into clusters that resonate with one of these founding events. Thus while some occurrences are directly related to Coleridge's poem, more seem to be related to these other events and thus only indirectly to Coleridge’s poem. For example, one large cluster of Xanadu sites is high tech while another cluster is about luxury and excess. Fifteen years ago I used manual methods to identify these clusters and estimate their sizes. Now I use ChatGPT o3 to update that work and to create a methodology for identifying other terms with similar distributions.
In the long history of human hunting, which extends over several millions of years, animal partners are a very recent development. Even the dog, humans’ first partner in the chase, was only domesticated sometime between 100,000 and 14,000 B.P. (Vilá et al. 1997, 1687 – 1689). The list of such hunting partners in the Old World is not long but includes, besides the dog, some very impressive animals: the horse, elephant, a variety of raptors, and several species of felines. My concern here is with the latter, most particularly the “hunting leopard” or cheetah.
When you see a possibly terrifying mythical creature, is your first thought, I’m totally gonna pet that? If so, then Sara Omer, author of The Gryphon King, might have something in common with you.
SARA OMER:
At its core, The Gryphon King is about a horse girl on a quest for vengeance versus a man with cat-related PTSD. But before I can get into the infernal horse and lion biology at play, I have to gush about the monster-riding story more generally.
Just as children wish for puppies, children reading fantasy books wish for dragons. The unbreakable bonds between fire-breathing beasts and reluctant heroes populate epic fantasy stories, but if giant flying lizards aren’t your style, there’s any number of mythic monsters that might be mountable (monster romance implications of that statement aside). I love a dragonrider story as much as the next person, probably more than most people, but there’s a whole ecosystem of underutilized fantastic monsters out there that deserve some time in the spotlight. In the empire of Dumakra in The Gryphon King, there is at least one stable full of flying horses that didn’t ask to be ridden into battle or form lifelong bonds with power-hungry morally gray disaster princesses, but we can’t always fight the fate we’re dealt.
Growing up, having my own horse was as much a fantasy as having my own dragon, but I like to think I lived a tangential horse girl experience. I wasn’t yet in kindergarten when I learned to ride horses, taught by the grandfatherly carriage driver Mr. “Grandpa” Clint, who drove his carriage around the town square. After learning how to drive a carriage at an age that was definitely not road legal (to the chagrin of many other children), Grandpa Clint taught me how to ride a horse at his stable. The horse for the job was an ancient old white gelding living a life of comfort in retirement, and who I enthusiastically urged to a flying gallop my first time on the trail. I had a wonderful time as my mom and Mr. Clint raced after, concerned I would be terrified or die, probably. Surprise, I lived. I think everyone should experience that exhilaration, and a few hundred feet off the ground while you’re at it.
I had a formidable collection (army) of Breyer horses, although unlike Nohra in The Gryphon King, I didn’t grow up with an imperial stable. But some family friends had their own horses and boarded them nearby. Sometimes I would get to go ride or hang out at the stable and in the pastures. Rambo, their stubborn paint gelding, was barely tall enough to even be considered a horse rather than a pony, and I vividly remember a time he got kicked, presumably for being an asshole, and the bloody branding of the hoof that slowly healed. For this and other reasons, I’m convinced every horse is a little like a dragon.
There are multiple breeds of mythic horses I added to the bestiary that is The Gryphon King. Because why stop at sky horse when you can have water horse? And when I really got to thinking about the biology of pegasuses, I wanted to explore their avian side. What better way to celebrate the incredible Eurasian horses and the birds of prey in the region than combine them into one omnivorous monster that has an appetite for blood? As if horses weren’t already dangerous enough, now they really, really want to eat your fingers and the barn cats. And—oh, look—the battlefield became good grazing once the fighting’s quieted down. Really, pegasuses are a little terrifying, and they’re not even the most threatening strain of horse in Dumakra.
The moral is that if you make a bird big enough, humans begin to look like the small animals scurrying through the tall grass, evading tooth and talon. And what’s more terrifying than horse-eagle? Lion eagle.
I have utmost respect for anyone who can make a big cat with a massive wingspan seem docile and friendly; I just think, considering the injuries a falconer could incur and compounding those with what might befall your average lion tamer, you should have to sign a few release waivers to approach a gryphon.
Maybe I made all my animals ferocious because nature is ferocious and dangerous, and when people play at power, they don’t come close to the might of beasts. But their actions have often irreparable impacts on nature nonetheless.
Fear and respect can coexist. Add a little human curiosity, and I would never fault anyone who decided to ride a murder horse. The Gryphon King is for the readers who would go out of their way to pet a man-eating monster, who would risk it all to bond with a creature that could kill them a few different ways on purpose or by accident—I’m a little scared for your wellbeing, but I respect the drive and share the dream.
In the Fox News recording of Donald Trump's 7/8/2025 cabinet meeting, at around 17:33, there's a Walt Whitman-esque description of various historical U.S. raids on Iran, culminating in an interesting example of how to define a word by repeating it with emphatic voice quality.
Here's a bit of the context:
I mean if you compare that to the same country the hostages from years ago Jimmy Carter it was unfortunate for Jimmy Carter he was a nice man but with the helicopters going down the sandstorms the prisoners they got captured then the election and the prisoners and Reagan and all the prob- it was nothing but problems and uh and that was a failure and ours was not only the pilots I mean those machines flew for thirty seven straight hours they didn't stop. They went skedaddle you know the word skedaddle? It means skedaddle. They dropped the bombs and they c- and somebody said skedaddle let's get the hell out of here and every bomb hit its mark uh and hit it beaut- hit it incredibly
Of soldiers, troops, etc.: To retreat or retire hastily or precipitately; to flee.
Originally U.S. military slang, introduced during the Civil War of 1861–5.
with a first citation from the New York Tribune in August of 1861:
No sooner did the traitors discover their approach than they ‘skiddaddled’, (a phrase the Union boys up here apply to the good use the seceshers make of their legs in time of danger).
The etymology is given as "probably a fanciful formation", where I guess "fanciful" means "onomatopoetic"? But Wikipedia sez that it's
Possibly an alteration of British dialect scaddle (“to run off in a fright”), from the adjective scaddle (“wild, timid, skittish”), from Middle English scathel, skadylle (“harmful, fierce, wild”), perhaps of North Germanic/Scandinavian origin, from Old Norse *sköþull; or from Old English *scaþol, *sceaþol (see scathel); akin to Old Norse skaði (“harm”). Possibly related to the Ancient Greek σκέδασις (skédasis, “scattering”), σκεδασμός (skedasmós, “dispersion”). Possibly related to scud or scat. It is possibly a corruption of "Let's get outa here".
It seems that paalak goes back to Sanskrit, Monier-Williams gives paalakyaa as "Beta bengalensis" (1st column, middle of the page), but I found that the botanical identiications in MW are often dubious. MW also indicates his source as Car(aka), which looks like it refers to the Ayurvedic text of Caraka Samhita.
Beta bengalensis Roxb. is now idenified with the common beet, Beta vulgarisL., which grows in India and all of temperate Europe, and it is in the same familiy as spinach (Amaranthaceae), and beet leaves are also edible.
Wikipedia saysthat "the ancestor of all current beet cultivars is the sea beet", which then suppliesthis introduction: "The sea beet, Beta vulgaris subsp. maritima (L.) Arcangeli. is an Old World perennial plant with edible leaves, leading to the common name wild spinach." So far so good.
Spinach is not native in India, so it seems plausible that the word for a plant with edible leaves (some beet) later also pointed to another very similar plant with edible leaves. Would be nice if we knew when spinach became widespread on the subcontinent. Since this plant (both plants) were common and widespread very early on, it is harder to trace their "home", and also the words.
By the way, it is often the case the many words that are initially traced back to Sanskrit are in fact loans from Dravidian languages!, especially those that mark tropical plants native to South India, e.g., ela 'cardamom', and I also saw this claim about tulsi 'basil'. But here I did not find any evidence of this in dictionaries; Tamil and other Dravidian words for spinach are markedy different (cf. Dravidian etymological dictionary) …until I found this Telugu entry about pālakūra, pālāku for spinach. But since I am not really an expert in this, every assumption beyond this is pure conjecture. However, I even found an online discussion about this specific question on Reddit, but this seems to be the same pro-Dravida team that would like to see every Sanskrit word to turn out to be Tamil/Dravidian in origin, so, who knows. And there is also a Kannadapālakye. It would be good to ask a real Dravidologist.
Results for spinach/beet/paalakyaa in the Comparative Indo-Aryan dictionary show a pālaṅka, pālaṅkya form that is the suggestion for Chinese 菠薐bōléng on Wiktionary. What do you think? Is this what you are after? [VHM: These are questions we will pursue intensively in future posts.]
It seems to me that the etymology of paalak takes us back to India but no further; I could not find cognate candidates in the few Iranian dictionaries I have of Sogdian or Middle Persian (but these are very concise and limited). Dari and Kashmiri have paalak but these are probably just loaned from Hindustani, and Persian uses the etymon of the English word, the same that you mentioned that people usually trace back to a PIE root (cf. etymonlineand the referenceson Wiktionary). And the early Arabic and Western borrowings of the Persian *ispināg shows to me this was the word for spinach in the Iranian speaking heartland.
So in short, these two probably have separate origins with separate meanings, and then the Indic paalak(ya) went through a semantic extension/broadening. But again, we should ask a proper Indologist/Dravidian expert, and also an Iranist; my knowledge here is very limited.
Krissy is off visiting friends for a couple of days, and so it falls to me to take the dog for her daily walk through the local nature preserve. I mean, I could not do it, but then I would disappoint Charlie, and, look, you just do not want to disappoint a dog. She will look at you all mopey and sad for the whole rest of the day. No thank you. A walk is vastly preferable. Plus, you know. I need the exercise too.
This morning at the Greek stand of the farmers market, I bought spanakopita ("spinach pie") and one other item with the "spanako-" root, which also had spinach as a main ingredient. The resemblance to English "spinach", plus the fact that it was obviously not one of those ubiquitous wrinkled leafy green vegetables related to cabbage, kale, collard, etc., got me interested in what its etymology was.
Just quickly checking a few easily accessible sources, some seemingly contradictory aspects of the common understanding of the etymology of "spinach" started to bother me:
garden vegetable with thick, succulent leaves, late 14c., spinache, spinage, etc. (late 13c. as a surname), from Anglo-French spinache, Old French espinache (14c., Modern French épinard, from a form with a different suffix), from Old Provençal espinarc, which perhaps is via Catalan espinac, from Andalusian Arabic isbinakh, from Arabic isbanakh, from Persian aspanakh "spinach."
But OED is not convinced the Middle Eastern words are native, and based on the plethora of Romanic forms pronounces the Romanic words "of doubtful origin." Compare Medieval Latin spinagium. Old folk etymology connected the word with Latin spina (see spine), supposedly for the prickly fruit, or with Medieval Latin Hispanicum olus.
Then I remembered that four years ago I had written a very long, detailed post on the subject of the origins of English "spinach": "Spinach: the Persian vegetable" (1/19/21). After I finished writing that post, I thought I'd never have to investigate the origins of the English word "spinach" again. Now, however, I began to be troubled by problems about the derivation of "spinach" that I hadn't considered before. So I asked Don Ringe about them:
According to my research here, when English borrowed the word for "spinach", ostensibly it came from Old French espinache (14c.), which apparently got it from Arabic isbanakh, which got it from Persian aspanakh "spinach." As you can see, however, Old French, Arabic, and Middle Persian had it in a form with prosthesis, whereas Old Persian did not have prosthesis, just beginning with initial "sp-).
This is very confusing to me. How could English borrow the word from a language that already had prosthesis and then get rid of the initial vowel that had already been added and go back to an earlier form of the Persian word?
Reassuringly, Don replied:
This one is easy: English routinely drops French prothetic vowels, because in OF they were maximally unstressed. Adding or subtracting a fully unstressed vowel at the margin of a word is an easy change, in both directions. Take a look at the history of Italian: Latin sp- and st- acquired a prothetic vowel i- in Old Italian, and then more recently it was dropped again. So the fact that the English word apparently resembles the Persian word more closely is literally a historical accident.
But you should also take a look at the etymology recorded in the OED online, which is the gold standard for English etymologies: it's not certain that the Persian and Arabic words are the source of the Romance words rather than the other way around.
Following Don's advice, I turned to the OED:
Summary
A borrowing from French.
Etymon:Frenchespinage.
<Old Frenchespinage, (e)spinache (also ‑ace), = Catalanespinach, Spanishespinaca, Italianspinace, Romanianspenac, medieval Latinspinachia (‑achium), spinacia (‑acium), of doubtful origin. Compare Middle Dutchspinage, ‑agie, ‑aetse (Dutchspinazie, Flemishspinagie), Low Germanspinase, ‑axe, obsolete Germanspinacie, ‑asche, German dialect spinaz, Middle High German and Germanspinat (whence Danishspinat, Swedishspenat).
Notes
The difficult problem of the ultimate origin of the word is complicated by variation of the ending in the Romanic languages. In addition to espinache, ‑age, Old French had also espinoche (still in dialect use), ‑oce, = medieval Latinspinochia, and espinarde, espinar (French épinard), = Provençalespinarc, medieval Latin spinarium, ‑argium. Portuguese exhibits the further variant espinafre. By older writers the stem of these forms was supposed to be Latin spīna, in allusion to the prickly seeds of a common species. De Vic considers the various forms to be adoption of Arabisfināj, Persian isfānāj, ispānāk, aspanākh (Richardson), but it is doubtful whether these are really native words. It is difficult to explain either the Romanic or the Middle Eastern forms from the synonymous Hispanicum olus recorded from the 16th cent. and represented by older French herbe d'Espaigne (Cotgrave).
OED seems more concerned about finals whereas I'm more concerned about initials.
To quote an American icon: "I'm strong to the finich 'cause I eats me spinach."
It looks like I'm not done with "spinach" yet, so I'd best keep up my spinachy quest to determine where the word (and the plant) actually came from.
Though the Chinese were already eating spinach by the middle of the 7th c. and definitively calling it the "Persian vegetable" (bōcài 菠菜), the name they gave it just refers to the country it came from, not what the people of that country called it:
From earlier 波斯菜 (bōsīcài), from 波斯 (Bōsī, “Persia”) + 菜 (cài, “greens, vegetable”).
where bōsī 波斯 is obviously a transcription of "Persia":
The botanical homeland of spinach does indeed seem to be the Persian realm, so it is not surprising that many of the words for this vegetable in the world's languages ultimately come from Persian or allude to Persia. So I thought that maybe, by tracing the origin of the Persian word for "spinach", I could get closer to the IE root. None of my usual go-to sources for PIE roots (e.g., The American Heritage Dictionary of Indo-European Roots) were hazarding a guess for what the ultimate IE root for "spinach" might be.
There was, however, an old folk etymology that connected "spinach" with Latin spina ("spine; backbone", originally "thorn, prickle"). Usually I'm wary of folk etymologies, but this one was convincing. It made sound and sense! Moreover, it fit well with the early Iranian words for spinach.
Today I'm bringing you this short article for LL. A Korean pop idol, Solar — that's her stage name, Mandarinized as 頌樂; her real name is 김용선 (Hanja: 金容仙), romanized Kim Yongsun) — has made headlines for speaking very fluent Mandarin after just 7 months of learning it. She has also released a full song in Mandarin with Taiwanese artist 9m88 and taken countless interviews with Taiwanese media in Mandarin as well (see this "What's in My Bag" interview with Vogue Taiwan.) Solar's secret (other than apparently practising 4 hours every day) is, of course, bypassing characters altogether. On this Weibo post (3rd image [click to open and enlarge]) she reveals that she's been learning Mandarin purely using Pinyin all this time, and even strictly observing the spelling rules!
It's certainly a feat, and another mark on the scoreboard for the "ZT" method.
I wouldn't say that Solar's Mandarin is perfect, but after learning it for just seven months, I would have to declare that her command of the language is amazing. Her delivery is fluent, natural, and confident. Solar's Mandarin doesn't sound "foreign" at all. She is able to express herself freely and with wit.
This is how Mandarin could become a rival to English as the world language, but I doubt that it will ever come close to challenging English in the coming decades. The Chinese people — including those who teach Mandarin as a foreign / second language — are too viscerally wedded to the cumbersome, hard-to-learn sinographs as the only proper way to write Sinitic languages. Never mind that Dungan and POJ Taigi have proven that you don't need the Chinese characters to command a spoken Sinitic language at native level, and you can use alphabetic scripts for writing too.
John Rohsenow, who is a regular reader and commenter on Language Log, is the authority on the ZT experiment, and Mark Swofford, long-time webmaster of Pinyin.info and the site's blog, Pinyin News, is also a contributor to Language Log.
John DeFrancis, "The Prospects for Chinese Writing Reform", Sino-Platonic Papers, 171 (June, 2006), 1-26, with 3 exhibits, including the famous shopping list with pinyin used for common forgotten characters ("egg; shrimp; chives"); reprinted as an HTML version in Pinyin.info here. This outstanding article by the doyen of Chinese language teachers during the second half of the 20th century lays out clearly and systematically the past, present, and future of scipt reform as they stood at the beginning of the 21st century.
A volcanic eruption in Indonesia on Monday sent an ash cloud soaring about 11 miles high, far higher than a plume produced by the same volcano when it erupted last month.
Mount Lewotobi Laki-laki, on the southeastern Indonesian island of Flores, spewed the ash when it erupted for about six minutes on Monday morning, the national volcanic agency reported. It erupted several more times later in the day.
That’s a lot of ash: The cloud was nearly four times taller than the three-mile-high one that Mount Lewotobi Laki-laki produced when it erupted last month.
That's also a lot of syllables — eight in the name Lewotobi Laki-laki, nine if we include Mount.
A quick check of the 13,251,059 geographical names at geonames.org turns up plenty that are as long or longer, although we should probably not count organizational names like "Centro de Estudios Superiores Unidad Profesional Interdisciplinaria de Ingeniería y Ciencias Sociales y Administrativas Instituto Politécnico Nacional" or "Edna Bay Volunteer Fire Department and Emergency Medical Services". But that still leaves plenty of things like "Middle Fork North Prong Little Black River" or "Right Hand Prong West Fork Pigeon River" or "Little Mattamiscontis Mountain".
Curiously, "Lewotobi Laki-laki" isn't in the list, although "Sungai Dato Laki-laki" is.
Sungai is Indonesian for "river", and laki is Indonesian for "man", so as discussed in "Lewotobi Laki-laki" (11/8/2024), "Sungai Dato Laki-laki" means something like "male Dato river", and unsurprisingly there is also a "Sungai Dato Perempuan", or "female Dato river".
I'm guessing that the use of "male X" vs. "female X" for mountains and rivers has some kind of metaphorical interpretation — but it's not clear what the metaphor is.
As noted in the earlier post, the male peak of mount Lewotobi is smaller than the female peak, as well as being more active:
The size metaphor might go either way, as in the "mother of all X" idiom, or the fact that in Yoruba drum families, the biggest drum is the "mother drum". But other connections are obviously possible.
So in the first place, can anyone define for us the geographical and linguistic distribution of the "male X" and "female X" naming practice for things like mountains and rivers? And second, what is the figurative meaning of the distinction?
The 11 tracks of TREC2025 are underway, collectively constituting the 2025 edition of the "Text Retrieval Conference" organized by the National Institute of Standards and Technology. See the call for details and links, and this site for a few words about its history going back to 1992.
And the Wikipedia article also doesn't give a clear picture of what TREC accomplished in its early years. Here's what it says about TREC-1:
In 1992 TREC-1 was held at NIST. The first conference attracted 28 groups of researchers from academia and industry. It demonstrated a wide range of different approaches to the retrieval of text from large document collections. Finally TREC1 revealed the facts that automatic construction of queries from natural language query statements seems to work. Techniques based on natural language processing were no better no worse than those based on vector or probabilistic approach.
There's a whole book of published reports from The First Text Retrieval Conference (TREC-1), and it's all free to read. But you may find its 518 pages a little daunting, so you could start with the 20 pages of Donna Harman's clear and compelling Introduction. Or maybe just this brief passage from that source:
There is a long history of experimentation in information retrieval. […]
In the 30 or so years of experimentation there have been two missing elements. First, although some research groups have used the same collections, there has been no concerted effort by groups to work with the same data, use the same evaluation techniques, and generally compare results across systems. The importance of this is not to show any system to be superior, but to allow comparison across a very wide variety of techniques, much wider than only one research group would tackle. Karen Sparck Jones in 1981 commented that:
Yet the most striking feature of the test history of the past two decades is its lack of consolidation . It is true that some very broad generalizations have been endorsed by successive tests: for example…but there has been a real failure at the detailed level to build one test on another. As a result there are no explanations for these generalizations, and hence no means of knowing whether improved systems could be designed (p. 245) .
This consolidation is more likely if groups can compare results across the same data, using the same evaluation method, and then meet to discuss openly how methods differ.
The second missing element, which has become critical in the last 10 years, is the lack of a realistically sized test collection . Evaluation using the small collections currently available may not reflect performance of systems in large full-text searching, and certainly does not demonstrate any proven abilities of these systems to operate in real-world information retrieval environments. This is a major barrier to the transfer of these laboratory systems into the commercial world. Additionally some techniques such as the use of phrases and the construction of automatic thesauri seem intuitively workable, but have repeatedly failed to show improvement in performance using the small collections. Larger collections might demonstrate the effectiveness of these procedures. The overall goal of the Text Retrieval Conference (TREC) was to address these two missing elements. It is hoped that by providing a very large test collection, and encouraging interaction with other groups in a friendly evaluation forum , a new thrust in information retrieval will occur. There is also an increased interest in this field within the DARPA community, and TREC is designed to be a showcase of the state-of-the- art in retrieval research. NIST's goal as co-sponsor of TREC is to encourage communication and technology transfer among academia, industry, and government.
The "very large text collection" that she references was assembled at LDC, and was published in 1993 as Harman & Liberman, TIPSTER. That dataset included 1,077,909 documents from seven sources: the AP Newswire, the Federal Register, U.S. Patents, Department of Energy reports, the Wall Street Journal, the San Jose Mercury News, and Ziff Davis magazine articles. [I believe that the Patents and the San Jose Mercury News documents may not have been used in the TREC-1 evaluation, though I'm not certain of this.]
Most previous R&D in digital document retrieval and information extraction had worked with hundreds or thousands of documents, generally all of one kind. In the preparations for TREC-1, Donna Harman explained to me that she wanted to show that such retrieval and extraction problems could be solved at a commercially-relevant scale, and that collaborative research would iteratively improve performance. She set a target of million documents of half a dozen different types — which was not an easy ask at that time, seven to eight years before Google was founded, when the World Wide Web was not very wide or very deep.
I won't bore you today with the painful details of how we managed it. There were a few things already lying around — see "Thanks, Bill Dunn!" (8/6/2009) for one set of memories — but it was a scramble to find archives of documents, mostly in the form of truckloads of old-school 9-track tapes, to decrypt and standardize their mutually-incompatible and sometimes nearly-impenetrable formats, to get legal distribution rights, and to send the results around to the conference participants.
The spectacular success of the TREC conferences is worth emphasizing, given the damage recently done to government funding of (American) research and development in pre-commercial areas. There's been a fair amount of documentation and coverage of this issue — Phil Rubin, formerly the Principal Assistant Director for Science at the Office of Science and Technology Policy (OSTP) in the Executive Office of the President of the United States, has assembled what he calls a "running diary of ignominy".
TREC is of course an acronym for "Text REtrieval Conference", but it's also a pun on the work trek, which the OED glosses as
South African. In travelling by ox-wagon: a stage of a journey between one stopping-place and the next; hence, a journey or expedition made in this way; (also) journeying or travel by ox-wagon.
Now in general use elsewhere: a long journey or expedition, esp. one overland involving considerable physical effort.
The title of this song attracted my attention: "Fāngyán de ànshāng 方言的黯伤" ("The sadness of topolect").
I listened to it here, but couldn't catch everything that the singer was saying. I asked Zhaofei Chen what she heard, and here's what she gleaned from listening to the recording:
tà shàng zhè tǔdì huáichuāizhe mèngxiǎng qiānxǐ
gùxiāng de fāngyán chuǎngjìn xīnlǐ mòmò suíxíng
xuānxiāo zhōng ǒu'ěr màochū jǐ jù shúxī
yèwǎn níhóng shǎnshuò zhàoliàng chéngshì de lúnkuò
Set foot on this land and migrate with dreams in mind
The dialect of my hometown enters my heart and follows me silently
A few familiar words occasionally emerge in the hustle and bustle
Neon lights flicker at night, illuminating the city's silhouette
In the bustling city, the breath of the land and water has weakened
The rhythm of the world surges like the tide
Unfamiliar language is as unbridled as the wind
We try to fit in, but deep in our hearts we stay
Leave a space for the sound of hometown (?)
The tall buildings in the city steal this beauty
The volume of topolect diminishes over time
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(partial transcription; modified Google translatio
Zhaofei tells me that, from what she could catch, the song seems to be about someone who moves to a big city for work, and over time stops using their fāngyán 方言 ("topolect") because no one around them speaks it. But they could occasionally hear a few words of their fāngyán 方言 ("topolect").
Zhaofei is from Shenzhen, the third largest city in China (after Beijing and Shanghai), with 17.5 million population. At the beginning of the 80s, it was a county-level town with only about 30,000 (!) population, but then the central government decided to turn it into a Special Economic Zone (SEZ) to rival nearby Hong Kong, which was still a British colony at that time.
People, including Zhaofei's family, poured into Shenzhen by the millions (!) from all over China. One can imagine the linguistic cacophony of the city in those early years. Zhaofei says the song reminds her a lot of Shenzhen during the Opening-Up period. So many workers from all over China moved there, and people mostly speak Mandarin now because, as the national "common language" (pǔtōnghuà 普通话).
The gradual erasure of one's native tongue is inevitable when one moves to a place where another language is spoken.
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It’s 1987 and my friend Tommy Kim has an idea to make his college applications stand out from the crowd: In addition to the usual essays, grades and test scores, he’s going to include a cassette of songs he’s written, performed by a band he put together, and professionally produced in an actual studio. The band he put together included a bunch of friends and schoolmates, including me on drums and my pal Kevin Stampfl on bass. Our name: Dead Rats Don’t Fly, or “DRDF” for short. Why did we call ourselves that? Look, pal, it was the 80s, okay. Lots of things didn’t make sense. The four-song EP we cranked out in two days of studio time was called 327, named after Tommy’s room number in the Holt dormitory at Webb.
So, how was 327 as musical statement? Well, it is exactly the music that you’d expect from a bunch of rock-loving 80s teenage dudes of varying musical abilities hastily tossed together into a band with only two days of studio time at their disposal. Are the songs… good? With all love: No. In the performances, can you sense primordial musical talent waiting for its moment to arrive? Also no. Could the drummer keep a beat without speeding up? I mean, sometimes? Tommy did get into college at least one place, so it did what it was supposed to do. Otherwise, it’s a kind of a mess.
But I think it’s an endearing mess, and at the time, waaaaay back in 1987, when we got our band copies of the EP (on cassette! It was the 80s!), we thought it was pretty damn cool. Kevin and I drove around in his Mustang, listening to the thing, kind of dazed that we had actually been in a studio, and that music we made had been committed to a permanent medium. 327 isn’t exactly good, but 17-year-old me was still proud of it, and I had a blast playing songs with my friends. And that was a good thing.
(It also allowed me to play a great prank: when Steve Shenbaum, one of the singers — yes, we had two — arrived at Northwestern for his freshman orientation and met his dorm’s resident assistant, the RA said “Steve Shenbaum? Of DRDF? Dude, that’s my favorite band!” and all the upperclassmen in the dorm were able to recite the EP’s lyrics to him. He was amazed, as he recounted to me a couple days later when I called him to see how his college experience was shaping up, and eventually it was my giggling into the phone as he told me about it that revealed that I had called his RA a day before he showed up to set the bait for him. It was delightful. I believe Steve has forgiven me. Probably.)
I misplaced my 327 tape years ago, and of course these days I don’t have a cassette player anyway, and for years the EP passed into myth, and then into legend (for, like, the extremely limited number of people who know the band members and/or ever heard the cassette or heard DRDF play live at our single concert). Then a few years ago Steve sent me an MP3 rip of his cassette of 327 (see? I told you he’s forgiven me!) and I had it again. I listened to it! It was still terrible! Nevertheless I took one of the songs from it, called “It’s a New Reality” (I wrote the lyrics for it, you see), cleaned it up slightly with Logic Pro, and put it up on YouTube. A fun, or at least nostalgic, time was had by the 1.6k people who listened to it since I posted it.
But what of the rest of 327? Well, it’s a few years later now, I’m somewhat more proficient at musical production, and music recovery tools are better these days, so you know what? Fuck it, I’ve gone back and rehabbed the entire EP now. I went in, stemmed out the vocals, drums and other instruments, cleaned and brightened them, moved around some of the bum notes to get them (mostly) on key, sonically painted over the clicks where I hit my drumsticks together, and in one place patched a place in the recording where a tape head clearly jammed up, leaving a blank space in a song, pasting in the keyboards and adding a bridge vocal.
The cleanup has reveal 327 as a minor classi — no, actually it hasn’t, it’s still a bunch of 80s kids bashing together tunes on a tight schedule with more enthusiasm than actual talent (well, the guitarist, a ringer Tommy brought in named George Huang, was actually talented; he was our age but had clearly been playing for years. The rest of us? Hey, we tried!). Also, it wouldn’t have done to try to erase every artifact of its 80s amateurishness, and I’m not that good an engineer anyway, so there’s still tape hiss (and lossy MP3 simmerwarble), compressed dynamics, variable tempos and other evidence that what you’re hearing was hauled up from the subterranean depths of four decades ago. Don’t kid yourself. If you’re listening to this, it’s out of curiosity more than anything else.
Which is fine! And better than fine! 327 (now named 327/38 to note that it’s been 38 years since we got together to make this — actually maybe 39, since I’m a little fuzzy on the exact dates, but it hardly matters now, so I’m sticking with 38) is an artifact of another time and place, when hair bands ruled the earth and teenagers made their music fast and dirty in studios rather than on their laptops. It wasn’t a better time (I like making music on my laptop, thank you!), but it was a different time, and it shows. We had fun, and that was its own excuse. Plus Tommy got into college!
Enough with the liner notes, here are tunes. Note that on the original 327 some of these songs may have had different titles, but I can’t remember what they were. It’s been a while, okay?
One Hit (To the Body): If memory serves correctly, this is a song Tommy wrote about being nostalgic for a bunch of friends at… summer camp, I think? There’s a tape warble in the middle of the song that I left in because I don’t how to fix it, and also it adds a sort of verisimilitude to the 80s experience, that horrifying moment when you wonder if your tape player is going to eat your cassette. 80s kids know this pain.
It’s a New Reality: Our hit single! I wrote the lyrics imagining David Lee Roth singing it (the arrangement in my brain was different than it is here). Tommy wrote the bridge about rock and roll being in our blood, because we needed a bridge. There are some very 80s guitar solos in here. Thank you George, wherever you are! You’re probably a doctor now or something. But you could rock back in the day.
Tears Go Rolling: The album’s “epic,” with two lead singers, different parts in entirely different tempos and soaring guitar solos designed to wrench the lighters out your pocket to wave in the air. Yeah, the 80s were all about the epic. This is the song where there was blank spot in file and I had to patch it. I nailed the instrumental patch but you’ll probably be able to tell where I dubbed in my voice. Which is okay! It doesn’t have to be seamless! I do enjoy the idea that 56-year-old me is collaborating with 17-year-old me. Hello, 17-year-old me! Enjoy your hair!
Pauline: The opening guitar riff feels kind of Red Hot Chili Peppers (in contemplative mode), and then the middle the guitars go a little Johnny Marr. However, don’t actually expect either RHCP or Smiths! The guitar is leading down you a path! The song itself is going somewhere else entirely!
There, I hope this musical experience has been everything you’ve hoped for and more. Also, surprise! 327/38 is also available on streaming. The long-lost EP absolutely no one was asking for is now everywhere! So now you never have to be without it. Ever. And thank goodness for that.
Now, for the sake of completeness: Credits!
327/38 Originally produced by Tommy Kim, additional engineering by John Scalzi All songs Tommy Kim except “It’s a New Reality” by Tommy Kim and John Scalzi
Chris Godfrey: Keyboards John Herpel: Guitar George Huang: Guitar Scott Moore: Vocals John Scalzi: Drums Steve Shenbaum: Vocals Kevin Stampfl: Bass
You may ask: Will we ever get the band back together? Well, if Spinal Tap can do it after 41 years, it’s not out of the question. Maybe Tommy needs tenure.
[Posted with the permission of the author, David Helliwell]
Almost exactly five years ago, I was dismissed on the grounds of age from my post as Curator of Chinese Collections at the Bodleian Library. I had been in office for over 41 years. The last six of those were particularly pleasurable as I was able to spend all my time organising, identifying, and cataloguing the Library’s “special collections” of Chinese books. Meanwhile, Joshua, who had been appointed to take over all my other duties, did all the hard work.
My teenage years were spent in the 1960s, and we children of the sixties, as demonstrated so well by Paul McCartney at Glastonbury this year, never grow old. We simply become less young. We also have the advantage of being able to recall what to many, if not to most colleagues in this room, is the distant past.
When I first started to catalogue Chinese books in the Bodleian, the records were written on cards by hand, or with a mechanical typewriter. It was a great advance when in the 1980s the Library provided us with electric golfball and then daisywheel typewriters. At the same time, Chinese library automation was increasingly discussed at EASL conferences, and arguments about how it should be done often became very heated. The Tenth Conference in Leiden in 1990 was particularly memorable, when Lars Fredriksson demonstrated the Macintosh solution that he had implemented in Stockholm, and J-M Streffer spoke of his enthusiasm for the allegro system in Berlin.
Times change, and it’s hard now to convey the excitement that everyone felt when we first saw Chinese characters on a computer screen. And arguments about how automation should be done are now over, as the MARC CJK system has become universal, despite the fact that every feature of its construction is either inadequate or completely wrong.
But something that never goes wrong, and which hasn’t changed for over two thousand years, is the book list. TheBielu別錄, a catalogue of the imperial library whichEmperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty漢成帝ordered the scholar Liu Xiang劉 向to compile in 26 BC, is simply a list. So is what I think is the best printed Chinese book catalogue ever produced, that of Kyoto University’s Institute for Research in Humanities. This is very big and elaborate, and has a title and author index, but it is still basically a list.
Thus inspired, I’ve started to write lists myself. Actually, I started more than forty years ago. Shortly after I was first appointed to the Bodleian in 1976, I started to visit Piet van der Loon at his house on Boar’s Hill to learn the facts of Chinese bibliography. He quickly infected me with his enthusiasm for the popular editions that had arrived in Europe in the seventeenth century, and I started to make a list of them. I then expanded the list to include the seventeenth-century Chinese acquisitions in other British libraries.
As soon as the internet appeared, and the Library staff were givenspace on which to mount their own pages, which we were encouraged to produce, I mounted my list and further expanded it to include the seventeenth-century acquisitions of all other European libraries. When scholars interested in these matters saw it, they started to help me, so that little by little, maybe only once or twice a year, the list continues to grow and may one day be complete.
The list is expressed in the simplest HTML – it’s little more than a textfile – and is most certainly not a work of scholarship. But it led directly to the discovery of one of the most important Chinese historical documents in existence, the Selden Map. RobertBachelor had noticed that there was a Ming dynasty mapon my list,and asked to see it when he visited the Bodleian at the beginning of January, 2008.
I’ve recently started to produce other lists, the latest being a list of the official publications of the Chinese government when it was based at Chongqing in the 1940s. The Bodleian received a gift of 151 of these from the so-called “National Library of Peiping” in February, 1946.All of them are valuable, and someare now very rare indeed. Before he left for Princeton, Joshua had located them and extracted them from the modern collection – I don’t know how or why he did this – but it has enabled the Library to incorporate them into its special collections, and me to produce a list of them.
My first list gives access to materials that could never be found in online catalogues. I don’t know what search-term would lead the reader to materials that came to Europe in the seventeenth century. And my latest list could only be produced from most online catalogues with much time and difficulty, and by readers who know what they’re doing, who in my experience are very few and far between.
The more I work on the Bodleian’s special collections, the more my enthusiasm for lists increases. When I’ve been unable to find texts in online databases, I’ve resorted to Google searches, and these have often led to lists of books which Chinese scholars have mounted on their websites or reproduced in their blogs just as I do myself. Occasionally, you notice thingsin their listswhich turn out to be even more interesting than what you were originally looking for.
When I was still in the employ of the Bodleian, my work on the so-called “special” Chinese collections were showcased in a website called “Serica” which I was required to construct. Unfortunately I couldn’t complete my work on these collections by the time of my dismissal, so I’m continuing to work on them as a private scholar.
As the Library has now closed the old Serica website, I’m presenting the data in a new one, which I’m constructing as best I can.Thisdoes something that no online catalogue could ever manage, and I will briefly explain why.
More and more, especially during the later years of my employment, scholars – mostly Chinese ones – were not asking to see specific books. These could easily be found in our online catalogue, without reference to me or any other librarian. They were asking the question, “what have you got”.
It would have been pointless, and even unhelpful, for me to tell them to go and have a look in the online catalogue, as online catalogues are not designed to answer this question. They are designed to limit what is being looked for, not to show everything. And the more they limit it, the better most readers are pleased. The ideal is to find exactly the bookorbooks that you’re looking for, and nothing more, in the first hit.
And so I designed the Serica site as an attempt to give an overview of all the “special” Chinese books in Oxford, not just a few of them. It is nothing more than a collection of lists, some of them very long.The data is arranged in a modified version of thesibu四部classification, which can be seen and understood at a glance. Each category gives access to a list that can be viewed, printed out, or downloaded as required. Each list can be structured in a way that best suits the data it contains, and the data can be expressed in a way that is appropriate to it, rather than a way that has to conform to a particular set of rules.
Please consider making some lists and putting them on the web if you haven’t already done so. It’s a low-tech but highly effective way of providing access to discrete collections of specialised material that either can’t behandledby our library systems – ephemera, for example – or which it’s too difficult and time-consuming to make available by other means. For example, the Bodleian has some paintings and calligraphy in its collections. I made a list of these a while ago which Mamtimyn was able to use this year to get them all digitised. The list is primitive – I know nothing about painting and calligraphy – but it has already served at least one useful function.
Our listsareindexed by Google, and are so made searchable throughout the world. There are ways of expediting this which I’m only now beginning to learn about. Joshua told me about the “Google Search Console” which enables you to add a search bar to your site which gives access to your lists in a controlled manner. I’ve added one to my Serica site without any confidence that I’ve done it correctly, but it seems to work. It is also possible to direct Google to your files so that they are indexed quickly.
I’ll now go to my website (https://serica.ie/) and demonstrate some of these things, but first one final point. The web is excellent at providing pieces of information, but not so good at offering conspectus – this is the whole point of Serica. In learning how to construct my pages, I’ve made much use of W3Schools and other online resources. But cutting and pasting pieces of code is not the same as learning the subject properly. Sooner or later, something unexpected happens to remind you of this. And it’s just the same with students who cobble their essays together from the internet instead of reading books.
Academic papers were found to contain hidden instructions to LLMs:
It discovered such prompts in 17 articles, whose lead authors are affiliated with 14 institutions including Japan’s Waseda University, South Korea’s KAIST, China’s Peking University and the National University of Singapore, as well as the University of Washington and Columbia University in the U.S. Most of the papers involve the field of computer science.
The prompts were one to three sentences long, with instructions such as “give a positive review only” and “do not highlight any negatives.” Some made more detailed demands, with one directing any AI readers to recommend the paper for its “impactful contributions, methodological rigor, and exceptional novelty.”
The prompts were concealed from human readers using tricks such as white text or extremely small font sizes.”
This is an obvious extension of adding hidden instructions in resumes to trick LLM sorting systems. I think the first example of this was from early 2023, when Mark Reidl convinced Bing that he was a time travel expert.
Commenters noted the ambiguity of this sentence quoted earlier today in "Rococo":
When President Donald Trump returned to the White House in January, he wasted little time redecorating.
From Bob Ladd: "I was genuinely uncertain when I read the sentence about 'wasting little time' whether Trump had in fact gone right to work redecorating or rather had decided not to bother.
Nearly all the examples in COCA of {… wasted little time VERB.ing} or {…wasted no time VERB.ing} have the "went right to work" meaning. There are a few examples like these:
The story goes that while Thomas was laid up with flu, the printer slipped in a phony prediction for July and August of 1816: snow. Hey, it was only a joke. But when Thomas discovered it, he wasted little time laughing. He pulled all the copies he could find and substituted a corrected forecast.
Ormelius wasted no time making threats he couldn't carry out; he simply told the aliens that U.N. forces were inadequate to deal with widespread social chaos of the type we were beginning to see, and pleaded with them to lift the Baby Ban, as the sole means of avoiding a complete breakdown of international order.
But the vast majority — in fact nearly all — are like these:
Sonics coach George Karl wasted little time establishing a new set of rules within the locker room. After Shawn Kemp missed the team charter and an evening practice later that night in Orlando, Karl benched the second-year forward for two games.
On the offensive side of things, the Giants wasted no time getting runs up on the board. They nearly batted around in the first inning, the big hit coming off the bat of Hunter Pence, who doubled to drive in a couple runs.
A good homework assignment for a semantics course would be modeling the ambiguity in terms of formal logic. And a good assignment for a discourse-analysis or pragmatics course would be explaining the difference in relative frequency. I wonder whether ChatGPT, Claude, Gemini, or Grok can provide sensible answers to those questions? I don't have time to check today, but I'll give it a try at some point if readers don't beat me to it…
Update — several commenters feel strongly that the dominant interpretation of these phrases is a logico-grammatical error. It wouldn't be the first time that we've documented standard quasi-idiomatic meaning reversals — see "Why are negations so easy to fail to miss?", 2/26/2004, and/or some of the other posts in the list at "No post too obscure to escape notice", 11/27/2009. But I'm not convinced — I think that the "got right to it" meaning is logico-grammatically valid, though I don't have time today to provide a detailed argument.
The US president’s taste for gilded decor is often dismissed with comparisons to an ornate European style of the 18th century. But the real Rococo deserves a second look.
When President Donald Trump returned to the White House in January, he wasted little time redecorating. The design style of his opulent Florida estate, Mar-a-Lago, was ported to the Oval Office: Gilded figurines, plump cherubs and decorative appliques were liberally applied to walls and other surfaces in the presidential workspace.
As with the tariffs and travel bans, the renovations of the second term have been more aggressive than those seen during the first. One term used repeatedly to describe this excess of gilt and glitter is Rococo — an elaborate design style associated with pre-revolutionary France. In the New York Times, Emily Keegin called the new Oval Office a “gilded rococo hellscape,” while Kate Wagner of the blog McMansion Hell dubbed the presidential look “Regional Car Dealership Rococo.” The R word — sometimes uppercased, sometimes not — has also been invoked to describe Trumpian decor in the Washington Post, the LA Times and Vanity Fair.
But today I'm wondering about something else. Never mind for now whether rococo is a fair description of Donald Trump's taste in interior decoration — where does the word come from?
The OED dates rococo to 1830, with the gloss
Designating furniture, architecture, etc., characterized by an elaborately ornamental late baroque style of decoration prevalent in 18th-cent. Europe, with asymmetrical patterns involving intricate motifs and scrollwork.
< Frenchrococo (adjective) old-fashioned, outmoded (1825), designating furniture, architecture, etc., characterized by an elaborately ornamental late baroque style of decoration prevalent in 18th-cent. Europe (1828), (noun) denoting an 18th-cent. style of art, architecture, and decoration (1828), irregularly < roc- (in rocaille, with reference to the rocaille ornaments frequently featuring in 18th-cent. artwork) + ‑osuffix, with reduplication of the second syllable; Italianbarocco baroque adj. may have acted as a partial model for the French word. The style in question came to be perceived as needlessly elaborate and old-fashioned by early 19th-cent. French writers and critics; hence the mildly depreciative uses of the word.
But then there's also
For an alternative etymological suggestion, which derives the French word < roc- (in rocaille n.) + coq- (in coquillage shellwork, transferred use of coquillage mollusc, shellfish + ‑o suffix, see C. T. Carr in Forum for Mod. Lang. Stud. vol. 1 (1965) 266–81.
[Wiktionary tells us that rocaille is "Artificial rockwork made of rough stones and cement, as for gardens", or "The rococo system of scroll ornament, based in part on the forms of shells and water-worn rocks", or "A seed bead".]
The OED's reference is to Carr, Charles T., "TWO WORDS IN ART HISTORY II. ROCOCO", Forum for Modern Language Studies, Oxford University Press, 1965. And Carr offers historical evidence that undermines Feargus O'Sullivan's attempt to defend "rococo" interior design from Donald Trump's alleged misuse.
O'Sullivan argues that rococo style "dances lightly on a tightrope over a boiling cauldron of vulgarity, but has the grace to never fall in". But Carr 1965 starts like this:
"The jumble called rococo is, in general, detestable. A parrot seems to have invented the word, and the thing is worthy of his tawdriness and his incoherence." These words of Leigh Hunt, written in 1866 after a visit to an exhibition of French art at Gore House, reflect both the disgust of the majority of nineteenth-century art critics at Rococo art and their bewilderment over this curious French word which Stendahl in 1829 had already called "un mot bas".
Carr goes on to note that
Vulgar though the word may originally have been, it had already been given official recognition by 1842 when it was included in the supplement to the 1835 edition of the Dictionnaire de I'Académie, where two meanings are distinguished :
Il se dit trivialement du genre d'ornements, de style et de dessin, qui appartient a l'école du regne de Louis XV et du commencement de Louis XVI.
II se dit, en général, de tout qui est vieux et hors de mode, dans les arts, la littérature, le costume, les manières, etc.
And piling on the negative citations:
The first known occurrence of the word in a literary source is to be found in two passages in Stendahl's Promenades dans Borne (1829), both of which refer to Bernini's sculptures in St Peter's, the first in a section dated 24 Nov. 1827 and the second 26 March 1828 :
(i) Le rococo, mis a la mode par le Bernin, est surtout exécrable dans le genre colossal.
(ii) Me permettra-t-on un mot bas? Le Bernin fut le père de ce mauvais goût designé dans les ateliers sous le nom un peu vulgaire de rococo. Le genre perruque triompha en France sous Louis XV et Louis XVI.
So by 1827, trendy writers like Stendhal already used the word rococo to characterize a style they saw as exhibiting as execrable bad taste, clearly (in their opinion) failing to avoid falling into the "boiling cauldron of vulgarity". And by 1847, the Académie Française agreed.
You're entitled to form your own opinions about the style, of course — and even to (try to) replace the negative associations of the word rococo with positive ones, as Feargus O'Sullivan has done. But from a purely lexicographical point of view, those who use rococo in a derogatory way have got history of their side.