The term “floppysheep” is a prime example of my tendency to find deeper meaning in things which intrinsically have none. What started in humor, as many things in my life do, turned out upon deconstruction to connect and reconnect more and more aspects of my life: language, multiculturalism, technology, history, and music. At least so far…

Origins (Humor, Language, Multi-culturalism):

At the beginning of my relationship with my German husband, I was determined to learn his language. Not strictly necessary, of course, as he speaks perfect English. But the hard-working masochist in me said “hey, turnabout is fair play!”

One of my many failures in the language has to do with pronounciation of German vowel sounds. In addition to the problematic umlauted vowels (“ä”, “ö”, “ü”), which every beginner in the German language knows are built only for mouths that have spoken German since birth, the German language includes subtler differences in long and short vowels. These are easy for English-speakers to pronounce, but dastardly hard to recognize and remember where and when they appear.

My husband, being a helpful fellow (and because he is tireless in trying to stop me mangling his native language), suggested the following practice exercise.

Schaf, the German word for “sheep”, is an example of a long “a”.
Schlaff is the German word for “droopy,floppy”, and is an example of a short “a”. (I won’t presume to try to describe here the difference in the sounds; my need for this exercise already demonstrates that I have no clue why they sound different. Let me just say they vary in the length of the “aaaaah” noise you make in the middle of each word.)

Great! For the next few days, I absently mutter “schlaff schaf schlaff schaf” in an endless loop to accustom my speech to the sound and taste of the different vowels. After this repetition, the words had lost their meaning to simple pronounciation exercises. Until I found my (then) boyfriend laughing at me — which is in and of itself not unusual.
“What?” I asked, somewhat paranoically (which is also not unusual).
“You sound hysterical!”
“What do you mean? Am I still saying it wrong?”
“No, but how would you react to me wandering around muttering ‘floppy sheep floppy sheep’ to myself??!” Have to admit I saw his point. Playing on the German tendency to mash multiple words together to create new ones (which I personally adore and often abuse), “floppysheep” came to symbolize my difficulties with the German language. (I would like to note that I have since advanced far enough in the German language to realize that because Schaf is a neuter noun that the grammatically correct phrase is schlaffes Schaf. But that fact has little to do with the current story and is just here to prove I’m not still completely hopeless at German.)


The first image that popped into my head upon hearing the word “floppysheep” was this

.In my university studies and in my capacity as a medieval hobbyist I have done research on the Order of the Golden Fleece, a medieval chivalric order founded in Burgundy in 1430, and later absorbed into the Spanish Habsburg empire.

Imagine: the symbol of my German ineptitude also has historical connections!


“Who,” I hear you ask, “is the patron saint of the Order of the Golden Fleece?” Why Saint Andrew, of couse! Patron saint of, among many other things, singers and performers. Since childhood I have enjoyed music both passively and actively, as a singer and instrumental performer. The connections grow stronger…


Last but not least, from flights of fancy to the practical. Creating a new domain name nowadays is difficult. The best ones are not too long but somewhat human-readable and easily human-typable. But most of those have been taken either by legitimate business or by cyber-squatters hoping to ransom your kidnapped name for a few bucks. I was pleasantly surprised to find “floppysheep.com” had not occurred to either group. And based on my endless conversations with people who’ve seen my website or email address, it certainly is eye-catching and memorable.

Well, you read this far didn’t you? 😉