Or my name is….

When you have a little dirt, and a bit of water, and you mix those two things together… you get a pool of mud.

Funny isn’t it? Mud. The word.

I mean, if I were naming words… water + dirt  would equal wirt, or watirt, or something.  But how come mud?

Well, the origin of the word comes from around the year 1300 from two different sources.  There is the  Middle English mudde, mode, and the Middle Low German  of mudde.  Most pointing back to the meaning of thick.  Thick.  Like mud.

That certainly clears things up.

A lot can be said for good old Mud.  You can raise a toast with “Here’s mud in your eye.”  Orrr…..  You could be happy as a pig in the mud.   Perhaps that coffee has been on the burner too long, and now you could be drinking mud for breakfast.

What about doing “such and such and such, or my name is mud.”

Call me mud.

To some, mud is a hindrance, an obstacle.  You know. Getting stuck in the mud.  To others, it is something to mop from the floor, after someone else has tracked it all across your clean kitchen.  And to others, it is a source of enjoyment.  Like mud volleyball, or BMX racing. I mean…  I saw a video snidbit of a dog, going whack-crazy in a big puddle of mud.

Whatever your take on the stuff, it is mud.  Mud, mud, mud.  Good, bad, or ugly.

Come to think of it.  Mud is in our midst.  Yes.   The world seems a bit muddy these days.  Things are not so clear, as to who is doing what, when and where, or even why or how.  Every day there appears to be something tumultuous in the ranks of our government.  The headlines just keep pouring through.


And then there is us, and our opinions on that news.  Some see that mud as perfectly fine.  They love to roll in it, play in it, behold it.  They will even track that mud across your clean floor, with no bother to them at all.  Others see that mud as something to be stuck in, a hindrance, a mess to clean up.

Yep.  We live in a world as clear as mud.



“The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well, on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.”
― Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time


“There are no facts, only interpretations.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche


“If it’s true that our species is alone in the universe, then I’d have to say the universe aimed rather low and settled for very little.”
― George Carlin, Napalm & Silly Putty