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I would like to make an argument for the faanish in-joke. Several people have spoken passionately about the way in which fandom is too clique-ish and how our use of in-jokes excludes new comers.

I think they're wrong.

In-jokes are not a bad thing. They are not a way of excluding people. They are the inevitable and necessary product of building a community. Every community develops its own in-jokes, its own short hand, and the difference between one and the other is, especially in fandom, constantly being blurred. Our sense of humor, our love of the verbal dance, makes this inescapable.

I worked as a secretary in the Bone Marrow Transplant office a while ago. As is common in every medical field, most patients were referred to by their disease, not their name. This led to conversations which I found hilarious.

"This is the fifth breast this week. What is this, a fire sale on breasts?"

"I don’t know what it is, we seem to have breasts coming out of the walls."

"I don’t know what it is with all these breasts. They’re so crabby."

"Jane has three breasts today. I don’t know how she’s going to manage them all."

"We just had two breasts walk in together. I don’t know how we can fit them both in." [I asked where was the bar.]

"Jane isn’t going to be in on the 20th. Do you think George could handle a breast?" (By the way, George handled the breast just fine. He said later, "I just said breast every time I wanted to say CML.")

If you're me, you're laughing. If you're one of the nurses or secretaries, you're staring at me trying to figure out what the joke is. And if I tell you, you'll look at me a bit puzzled, and say, "But, that's just an abbreviation." These are smart, wise, clever people, but they don't know who sawed Courtney's boat.

That damn boat. You know, I'd been in fandom fifteen years before I heard someone say it? I thought, yet one more oddity to stack up on all the other oddities when talking to fen. Hey, what's another spot to a leopard. (And this, if you were in SFLIS at the right time, is in in-joke. It's also boring, so I won't bother you with the story.)

In-jokes. In-jokes are metastasized shop talk. These days, we fen say, "I'm just explaining to be polite." That was a fascinating insight nine years ago. These days, it's an in-joke, and most of us don't even know it. It's an abbreviation for a concept.* More than shop talk, in-jokes are part of what bind a community together. In-jokes that are intended to be excluding are the ones that people won't to explain. Of fandom's many faults, this is not one. Ask us a question and we'll try to answer. Ask us about an in-joke and you'll get a disquisition which goes all the way back to Hugo Gernsback. TMI, thy name is fandom.

Remember Amalgamated Spleen? (Another Minicon reference, they've since moved to CONvergence, and I don't know if they're still functioning. I hope so.) As I understood their sales rep. (and I may not have), the thing started off as an in-joke with him and a couple of his friends. Then they put up a huge number of extremely clever posters all over Minicon, and the posters were admired, collected, pointed out, complimented, and were generally just a gas. Total smashing success. An in-joke that metastasized. They kept it up for a couple of years, developed contracts and donation cards, it was great, it was clever, and it had staying power. These days, where I hang out, they are a fond remembrance.

What is the real difference between a fond reminisce and an in-joke? Near as I can tell, the difference is that a reminisce is longer. If you're standing around talking with people, and say, "Remember the con where Madman dove into the shallow end of the pool, twice? Second time, we had to run him to the hospital. Seventeen stitches, wasn't it?" and your companion nods and laughs, how different is this from saying "Yeah, but who sawed Courtney's boat, anyway?" in response to a comment about the oddness of the English language. Lime jello is an in-joke, but it's about a dozen different jokes, near as I can tell. I've heard more stories about why lime jello is funny as a leopard has spots. Can it be an in-joke if people don't even know which joke they're telling?

These are the words that bind. These are the ways that we find and hold each other. And this is the mistake I made during our Boskone-style melt-down. This is the divide that I helped create. I wanted people to learn my in-jokes, but I never asked them about theirs. I didn't care to learn them, and some of them seemed to me to be heresy, replacing one of my words with one of theirs. I was protecting the purity of the language against the Vandals and Visigoths.

Having in-jokes isn't exclusionary. Not wanting to know someone else's is exclusionary. In hind sight, I can't imagine how I missed it. We were in the same pickle. They wanted us to understand them, we wanted them to understand us, they wanted control over the language and the jokes, we wanted control over the language and the jokes.

This is an incredibly simplistic view of the melt-down, by the way.

To sum up, in-jokes are important, and most fan feuds are about semantics. So there. That's what I've learned in the last ten years.**

I do hope you'll correct me, if only to be polite. :-)




*At Minicon 34 or so, Elise Mattheson's sister, who specializes in language work with autistic children (I think I've got that right), gave an speech in which she described and demonstrated characteristics of the fannish lect. (Kind of like a dialect, only much smaller.) One of the things that she said was that in the rest of the world, if your response to someone's statement is to correct them, then their response will be dismay. They will feel as if they're being lectured or publicly embarrassed. If you do it to a fan, most likely the fan will say, "Thank you, that's what I meant," and move on. The phrase started out as "I'm just correcting you to be polite." These days, we also say "just explaining." I'm pretty sure that most of us use it without realizing that, out of context, it is probably bewildering, and possibly rude.

Fans are often thought to over-explain.

**This post subject to editing as people convince me that I'm wrong. Full retraction is possible but unlikely.

Date: 2007-03-02 04:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jry.livejournal.com
Okay, would someone please politely explain the title reference?

Date: 2007-03-02 07:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lydy.livejournal.com
Really, [livejournal.com profile] fredcritter is the one to ask. As I understand it, it was in reference to a yacht race, probably one held by Harvard or such like, and poor Courtney (who lives forever in fannish legend) had his boat sawed in such a way that it was not sea worthy, and the school paper had a headline, "Who Sawed Courtney's Boat?" The verbal interplay of sawed and sawed delighted, well, somebody, and it somehow entered into the world of fan speak, which I believe has another name. [livejournal.com profile] fredcritter, help me!!! It may have been a Warhoon (28?) fanzine phantasmagoria. I believe that it has come to mean, "Oh, the vagaries of the English language," but of even that, I am not sure. It's just part of my cultural reference, and whatever it means at the moment I pick up from context.

So, I have to ask. 1) Did that make sense? 2) Was that more than you wanted to know? 3) I have no third question but I must ask, since questions come in threes, fives, sevens, and nines. Rarely in fives, by the way. I could explain why I think these are the prime magical numbers, if you care. Three is the most common. Oh, I guess question 3 could have been, "And what about...Naomi?" but this is a joke that is so obscure that even fans don't get it. It appears to be an in-joke for the pleasure of exactly one, that is to say, me. Have I hit the totally too much information bit, yet?

Date: 2007-03-02 08:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jry.livejournal.com
Thanks!

1) Yes, mostly. 2) No. 3) I could listen to you ramble on all night.

"had his boat sawed in such a way that it was not sea worthy" is a construction that had my brain wandering off looking for some nautical meaning for the word "sawed" perhaps having something to do with sail rigging. Which reaction I guess is kin to the original joke in a way.

The thing that fascinates me about fandom (and I'm more a fan of fandom than a member of the ranks) is how it can sustain so much conversation. I've so far not been able to catch the knack of free association and silencing the self-censor enough to feel capable as a conversationalist. In social settings I rely on a lurker's ability to monitor discussion waiting for the moment when I can insert the punchline of an in-joke to get a laugh. When I have to lead in a conversation, I tend to compress a story so far down to bare essentials that it becomes a simple statement that offers no discernable shape for my partners to base their next steps on.

Maybe the proliferation of in-jokes is a way to vamp, waiting for the conversational flow to come back around on the guitar. Or (and) a way for those less gifted in the art to insert relevant grace notes in the tune. Or maybe that's just me.

Now that you mention it, I wonder why five isn't as usual a number of questions as three or seven.

Back on in-jokes, does google dilute their potency? If I don't have to ask what a strange phrase means then what's the value in having used it?

Date: 2007-03-02 09:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lydy.livejournal.com
Yah missed it. I snuck in two more questions: 4)And what about...Naomi, and 5) Have I hit the totally too much information bit, yet?

Was it Yogi Berra who said you've got to get up pretty early in the morning.

My theory of sacred numbers, as pulled of my ass at 3 am

One is the number of God.

Three, the most commonly used holy number, is the number of the trinity

Five, is a prime, and primes show the power of god over matter.

Nine is three threes. Three, being the trinity, is arguably the most holyy unless you're building something large. In that case, it's 12s, the multipe of three times 4, the trinity of god multiplied by the four powers of the earth.

Hey, maybe the numerologists will correct me. That'd be coll.

Date: 2007-03-02 11:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jry.livejournal.com
Carefully not making any reference to holy hand grenades.

What about seven?

There's a prime directive joke in here somewhere.

And what about...Naomi? Looks like she's Jake and Maggie's mom. I know I watched The Electric Company, but I don't remember a thing about it.

Date: 2007-03-02 09:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lydy.livejournal.com
I cannot believe that I missed seven. Seven is one of the seriously magical and holy numbers. "I killed seven at a blow," comes to mind almost instantly. Seven questions is not an unlikely number for a quest to win the princess's hand. Right you are. Three plus four. Prime. Far more likely than five. *goes off muttering in senile confusion*

Date: 2007-03-02 09:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lydy.livejournal.com
Naomi is from "Love of Chair" It looked like a 1950's soap opera. It was in black and white, and it always had a boy (same guy) sitting in a room with a chair. Sometimes there were other objects. I seem to recall the room being lit by a hanging lightbulb. This was a segment dedicated to prepositions. At the end of each episode, there would be a dramatic announcer who would say things like, "Tune in next week. Will the boy sit on the chair? Will the chair sit on the boy? Will the boy and the chair sit on the sofa? And what about...Naomi?" The last question was always the same. One of my cats is named Naomi so that I can say, "And what about Naomi?" Of such simple pleasures is my life made.

Date: 2007-03-03 01:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lydy.livejournal.com
jry, your reaction to "who sawed Courtney's boat" is the joke. The endless flexibility of the English language which "is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious to rifle through their pockets for new vocabulary."* (Quote amended to suitn my own sense of grammar.

James Nicoll, (which is attributed to rec.arts.sf-lovers and rec.arts.comics, but I'm pretty sure I first read on rec.arts.sf.fandom.)

Date: 2007-03-03 11:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bibliofile.livejournal.com
Okay, now I'm *really* bummed that I was too old for The Electric Company (but not old enough to babysit kids who watched it).

if you want to know, spend

Date: 2007-03-03 06:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] minnehaha.livejournal.com
30 seconds on Google.

K.

Date: 2007-03-04 01:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fredcritter.livejournal.com

Not yacht. Shell. Rowing. [A sport that certainly lends itself to any number of horrible puns. (Our crew didn't do so well today. Seems they were out all last night partying with the oars…)] At one of the Eastern "prestige" schools, yes. I believe I read about it in one of Harry Warner, Jr.'s histories of fandom: All Our Yesterdays or A Wealth of Fable, but the books are out of reach at the moment so I cannot check on further details. More mumbling to follow in my LJ, Real Soon Now.

Date: 2007-03-04 02:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fredcritter.livejournal.com
I think I remember Kate Worley occasionally wondering about Naomi as well, but I might be mistaken. There's so much I remember. There's so much I've forgotten. It's been such a long exposition…

Date: 2007-03-03 03:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] apostle-of-eris.livejournal.com
Just for the heck of it, I just Googled the phrase.
Eight hits (8), and this very page was #1. Not much help.

Balticon 32 Panels lists:
The Secret Handgrip of Fandom, Lime Jell-O, and Who Sawed Courtney's Boat: Faanish History; Or, How You Too Can Talk Like An Old-timer. and trust me, the other two are way more fun, though too large to fit into this comment. Say hi to me at Minicon.
Noreascon Four Exhibits' Pillar Quotes includes it with a whole bunch of stiff, mixing great lines from stories and fannish whatnot.
The Metaphysics of Professionalism(!!) concludes:
So the next time the discussion in a fanzine turns to whether a magazine is a prozine, semi-prozine or a fanzine or whether a piece of writing is of professional quality, or what it takes to write something professional, you'd be better off ignoring the gibberish and concentrating on problems more susceptible to solution -- like who sawed Courtney's boat or whether Yngvi really was a louse.

Meanwhile, I've been in fandom nearly forty years (you cannot conceive the astonishment with which I calculate that), and I have no clue what the hell "Who sawed Courtney's boat?" means, but you do keep hearing it.

Date: 2007-03-03 06:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] minnehaha.livejournal.com
Funny how what I learned as "The Secret Minnstf Handshake" is called things like "a puppy pile" in other corners of Fandom.

K.

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