What's in a name?

So I've started a blog. I did have vague semi-blog-like things back in the early days of the internet, but I updated them so infrequently that I soon abandoned them. Then, as blogs became more popular, the anti-conformist streak in me took over, and I resolved not to blog or have anything to do with them. But now, I don't care, I want to blog and I enjoy it, so here we are.

To be honest, the biggest obstacle in beginning this blog was choosing a name. Something like "Rory's Blog" didn't seem too appealing. I wanted something witty, intelligent, and unique. I wanted something that would reflect part of what this blog was about - my own thoughts and reflections, particularly on the subjects of religion and linguistics. Alice's suggestion of "Rorycopter" just didn't quite cut it.

So we have "From Under My Sculpt". It's very obscure, but I think it does all of the above. The name comes from a poem written on a toilet roll/tissue holder, in Chinglish. Here's a picture:

Okay, so you can't read it too well. It reads:

Hai! Wait for a moment.
Hey lets go home together
I want dear mommy
Fluffy coney and wonderful sculpt
Wan mao plastisol

It was seen by my fellow Wildfire Dance Theatre members while they were touring in China. When I later joined the group, "sculpt" (and wonderful ones at that) was a common word, and "under your sculpt" was the place where you kept things. It could also refer to your head or brain. My time in Wildfire Dance Theatre was a defining time in my life, when I really consolidated my identity as a Baha'i. The origin of the phrase reflects my linguistic interests, and the name as a whole is a tale of where the reflections are from - under my sculpt.