I don’t know who Sparkling Karl is, but I am in love with his name. If I’m being honest, I wish this was how we named each other. This is, at least to the stranger, a non sequitur. There’s nothing about sparkling that is inherent to someone named Karl, and there’s nothing about the name Karl that implies sparkling. More importantly (I guess?) it’s not alliterative. And I think that’s important.
It reminds me of “cowboy nicknames,” and I wish we’d go back to that.
Perhaps the friends of Sparkling Karl might be Whiskey Pete, Greasy Mike, or Contemptuous Jack. The secret is a longer word followed by a shorter name. But if your name is already multi-syllabic, such as Theodore or Maximilian, you might be forced to shorten it. This naming scheme is truly worth it.
So, hats off to Sparkling Karl for keeping my dream alive!
Camera: Spartus 35F (c1948)
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