Jimmies or Chocolate Sprinkles?

From Boston.com:

Even before that tale got abroad, jimmies was trailing clouds of factoid and fancy. Its origins are murky, so — like “the whole nine yards” and “the real McCoy” — it attracts just-so stories, some plausible and some less so. At the “Boston English” section of the website UniversalHub, commenters will tell you that jimmies are named for the Jimmy Fund, the children’s cancer charity; for a kid named Jimmy who got them on his ice cream as a birthday treat (“they’re Jimmy’s”); for a mayor named Jim Conelson, or a Jimmy O’Connell who was extra generous with sprinkles; and for a guy who (maybe) ran the chocolate-sprinkles machine at the Just Born candy factory.

Of all these theories, only the last is even remotely plausible. Just Born, the candy company that still provides us with our marshmallow Peeps and Mike and Ikes, was founded in Brooklyn in 1923, according to its official history, though patriarch Sam Born had already come up with candy innovations like a machine to put sticks into lollipops.

The company’s website claims that “jimmies, the chocolate grains sprinkled on ice cream, were invented at Just Born, and named after the employee who made them.” (Company spokesmen have mentioned a Jimmy Bartholomew, but his existence is unverified.) But company histories often include a fudge factor, and this claim of invention seems dubious: Chocolate sprinkles, so called, were already popular in the 1920s, the newspaper archives show. The Nashua, N.H., Telegraph is advertising a treat made with chocolate sprinkles in 1921, before Just Born was born.

Rest of the story: http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/articles/2011/03/13/the_jimmies_story/

Wicked good, awesome, bad, and indifferent

Recent article about the current use of "wicked" in New England including these thoughts on its history:


Why wicked to begin with? Page explained that he often uses it, saying something was “wicked good,” or “wicked cool.” And since he specialized in distressed finishes, he thought of “wicked old.” “My logo used to have a little witch going through it,” he said.

The word often is used as a substitute for “very” or “really,” providing emphasis to another word.

“Given the kind of religious and Puritan past of New England, oftentimes there was a kind of social disapproval of using curse words,” said professor David Watters, director of the Center for New England Culture at the University of New Hampshire. “So, you’d get a lot of creative, non-cursing, and I think ‘wicked’ fell into that category. Sometimes you hear people say ‘hellish’ instead of ‘wicked.’ ”

Watters said he believes the expression originated in Northern New England and became more popular throughout the rest of New England in the last 20 years or so.

New Englanders ‘wicked’ cool with their word
http://www.telegram.com/article/20110221/NEWS/102210365/1052

Spose - Can't Get There From Here 

Love this song - had to share. Go check them out.

From http://www.pdank.com/v2/


Thursday, January 20, 2011

[verse 1]

with no rims on the whip and no collagen lips

i rip through the state of Maine with the halogens lit

i'm not Rick but i spit Slick

i'm raping and making the fakest of rappers who're thinking they're sinking my ship quit quick

ALL ABOARD

from the state where they think we all mate

with our cousins with no indoor plumbing

moose by the bakers dozen

we got lakes, ponds, deer on lawns

puff upon chron' rockin' long johns

spat verses over purchased thirty racks of beer

made peers laugh and cheer

throw your hands up in the atmosphere

cuz everybody knows my name like the cast of cheers

but they say i shouldn't rap from here: i made it finally

puffed all kinda leaves

wack rapper, time to leave

rhyme's sick, lyme disease

pine trees, skate rails

while mostly white trophy wifes rock fake nails at bake sales

and all the haters say

[chorus]

are you out of your brain?!?!

rapping from maine??!?!

you must be insane!

cuz you can't get there from here

or delusional

please quit the beats

and retreat to the cubicle

you can't get there from here

you must've lost your mind!

i mean, those rhymes:

they were fine for the time

but you can't get there from here

you're from the eastern-most, northern-most, boredom-soaked state

you can't be great

you can't get there from here

[verse 2]

i'm from where teenage moms and their babies dwell

where people downgrade from cocaine to oxy pills

where the wives get beat and no one hears them yell

and it's not compton or brooklyn or ATL

we spend most times weeded

cuz the coastline's scenic

but the chances of succeeding are slimmer than a bulimic

still i put my life in rhyme form and recorded it

on my debut and stayed true to my coordinates

no, never aborted it

ask my subordinates

since back when my weed had more seeds than tournaments

i'm going for the gold (as if that wasn't obvious)

and stopping spose? that's like tryna handcuff an octopus.

woke up every morning wrote a new verse

even if i wasn't winning i wasn't a loser

look if you want to excel like huge shirts

doesn't matter what your zipcode is, just do work

[chorus]

[verse 3]

they say you can't get theya from heya without magic

well POOF! i Google Maps'd it. i'm there, maxin'.

i-i-i seen em laughing now i'm the Maine attraction

and when i die, they'll pour out all their Pabst in my absence

steered off course fuck your path i'm the

Captain Crunch time all day, serial with my actions

no need for Lucky Charms just a bit of passion

to make it from where Frosted Flakes fall to relaxin'

yeah i fooled fools, used Trix on silly rabbits

did it just for Kix when I started out rapping

and I grew up in Maine so they said, "It'll never happen."

but we got the alphabet, too, and i'm nasty:

coming to kill it abilities some of the illest they

ever did see and they love it. they haven't a crumb of my skill and i'm sonning the dumbest of villains (i'm cunning) i stomached the summit no vomiting from it, above all the beef and the killing and bluffing, i'm bigger than something to bump when you're drunk and you're puffing your stuff. call me Spose.

[chorus]

or so they say

to my cam groves

stiky-1

f4

and to them motherfuckin Educated Advocates

keep keep on

to lab 7

luch and eliza

just keep keep on

to my man foodstamp

keep keep on and on and on and on

New words!

Here is our suggestion


"Skun up"
v. " He fell down and his knees got all skun up"

Stoved up
v. When damage is done to your car.


Liz and Holly, Thomaston Maine

Just a couple of college students getting a kick out of your list =)