{"version": "1.0", "type": "rich", "title": "Shibboleth", "author_name": "kontextmaschine", "author_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "provider_name": "kontextmaschine", "provider_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "url": "https://kontextmaschine.com/post/125549999658/", "html": "<p><a href=\"/post/125471579988/\" target=\"_blank\">This</a> reminds me of a another one of my favorite little triumphs, up there with wielding <a href=\"/post/120033529683/\" target=\"_blank\">a bully and a jerk</a> against each other in high school gym class, this one coming in college. It was at a cafeteria table - this was the dining hall in Risley, which is <a href=\"http://www.carahaycak.com/images/explore-living-on-impulse/l_Risley.jpg\" target=\"_blank\">quite nice</a> - anyway, some folks I know were arguing about whether something I didn\u2019t know the first thing about should be considered a shibboleth.</p><p>Eventually there was a break in the conversation. I looked up, drawing attention, and spoke.<br/></p><p>\u201cActually,\u201d I said, \u201cit\u2019s pronounced shibbo<i>let</i>.\u201d</p><p>Now that\u2019s cute enough but the thing that really makes this is that by saying that, and watching to see who chuckled and who looked confused, I was able to distinguish and sort the people who knew what they were talking about from the people who didn\u2019t.</p>"}