February 28, 2010
Fulgent
\’fül-jent\ adj : dazzingly bright : radiant*
I had died and gone to heaven. The fulgent light that was emanating from my surroundings was almost blinding. It took me a while to get used to it and when I did, I tried to form words to describe how I was feeling, but to no avail. I was enveloped with a sense of calm, and every time I looked in its direction, I felt light-headed. I moved and it moved, encasing me in its warm beams. There were no other people around, which I did think was weird for heaven, but hey I had been told that each person’s heaven was different so I forgot my uneasiness at being alone and continued to bask in the light’s brilliance.
I felt myself sliding back to reality, perhaps back to Earth. I didn’t want to go, I wanted to stay here forever! The light made me feel so good! I woke out of my daydream by the light’s voice, “Miss, may I help you?” I raised my eyes and caught a glimpse of heaven one last time.
* letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
Sunday, February 28, 2010
OBEISANCE
February 27, 2010
Obeisance
\o-‘be-sens\ n 1: a movement of the body made in token of respect or submission : bow 2: acknowledgement of another’s superiority or importance : homage*
One show that I like to watch on occasion is the Bounty Hunter. I love the husband and wife team who look so rugged and epitomize their profession perfectly, and who are real people, dedicated to making their society a safer place by bringing perpetrators to justice.
During the course of the show, the Bounty Hunter and his team prepare you for the worst. They give you hard facts of the crimes these individuals have committed, they suit up; wearing bulletproof vests, carrying weapons to protect themselves. You are fearful for them, wishing them the best while simultaneously being grateful that you’re on the other side of the television screen.
As the episode unfolds and you are taken on a journey to find and capture the “perp,” you are slowly becoming anxious and wish that the end would just hurry up and come. You do not want to encounter a criminal that is dangerous; an individual that even your mother’s warnings did not train you for. You hold your breath as the Bounty Hunter and his team bust down his/her door, weapons drawn and as he/she raises his/her hands in obeisance, you realize that despite their violation of a law implemented to protect you as a citizen, the fear is gone, for they, at this precise moment are human beings just…like…you…
* superscript letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
Obeisance
\o-‘be-sens\ n 1: a movement of the body made in token of respect or submission : bow 2: acknowledgement of another’s superiority or importance : homage*
One show that I like to watch on occasion is the Bounty Hunter. I love the husband and wife team who look so rugged and epitomize their profession perfectly, and who are real people, dedicated to making their society a safer place by bringing perpetrators to justice.
During the course of the show, the Bounty Hunter and his team prepare you for the worst. They give you hard facts of the crimes these individuals have committed, they suit up; wearing bulletproof vests, carrying weapons to protect themselves. You are fearful for them, wishing them the best while simultaneously being grateful that you’re on the other side of the television screen.
As the episode unfolds and you are taken on a journey to find and capture the “perp,” you are slowly becoming anxious and wish that the end would just hurry up and come. You do not want to encounter a criminal that is dangerous; an individual that even your mother’s warnings did not train you for. You hold your breath as the Bounty Hunter and his team bust down his/her door, weapons drawn and as he/she raises his/her hands in obeisance, you realize that despite their violation of a law implemented to protect you as a citizen, the fear is gone, for they, at this precise moment are human beings just…like…you…
* superscript letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
PARRY
February 26, 2010
Parry
\’per-e\ v 1: to ward off a weapon or blow 2: to evade especially by an adroit answer
The winter is becoming too much for me. I hate snow (I mean ok sure, it’s pretty to look at, but shoveling and rock salting makes me wholeheartedly resent it), I hate the fact that I have to add ten extra minutes to my departure time to “layer up” for fear of frostbite, and I hate, hate, hate how the inclement weather conditions that often accompany winter postpone plans that have been scheduled for months! While I do not care for extreme heat or taking freezing showers just to cool down, summer has definite more appeal than the biting cold of our bitter friend.
There is one aspect of summer, however that never ceases to aggravate me; the incessant buzzing of our bloody-thirsty friends. As I was getting bitten when I was young, my mother tried to make me feel better by saying that my blood was sweet, therefore attracting many more mosquitoes. I rolled my eyes at her and tried to parry the annoying beasts with a flick of my hand. As I grew older, the methods of prevention became more severe. I graduated from flicking to spraying the daylights out of them with OFF! Or poisoning them with scented citronella candles. This past summer I didn’t have too many bites, maybe they have learned their lesson, or maybe they are quietly plotting how to overcome the ultimate goal of the …FLY SWATTER!
Parry
\’per-e\ v 1: to ward off a weapon or blow 2: to evade especially by an adroit answer
The winter is becoming too much for me. I hate snow (I mean ok sure, it’s pretty to look at, but shoveling and rock salting makes me wholeheartedly resent it), I hate the fact that I have to add ten extra minutes to my departure time to “layer up” for fear of frostbite, and I hate, hate, hate how the inclement weather conditions that often accompany winter postpone plans that have been scheduled for months! While I do not care for extreme heat or taking freezing showers just to cool down, summer has definite more appeal than the biting cold of our bitter friend.
There is one aspect of summer, however that never ceases to aggravate me; the incessant buzzing of our bloody-thirsty friends. As I was getting bitten when I was young, my mother tried to make me feel better by saying that my blood was sweet, therefore attracting many more mosquitoes. I rolled my eyes at her and tried to parry the annoying beasts with a flick of my hand. As I grew older, the methods of prevention became more severe. I graduated from flicking to spraying the daylights out of them with OFF! Or poisoning them with scented citronella candles. This past summer I didn’t have too many bites, maybe they have learned their lesson, or maybe they are quietly plotting how to overcome the ultimate goal of the …FLY SWATTER!
CONVENTICLE
February 25, 2010
Conventicle
\ken-‘ven-ti-kel\ n 1: an assembly of an irregular or unlawful character 2: an assembly for religious worship; *especially : a meeting for worship not sanctioned by law 2: a meetinghouse*
Recently, I have been trying to solidify my journey of faith by attempting to attend Mass more frequently. For the past few years, my quest to become closer to God has been an arduous expedition; filled with uncertainties about how people close to me would view my renewed interest, skepticism about the Catholic Church and members of the congregation threatening to ruin my determination to cement my beliefs once more, and the underlying concern that I was phony for practicing such ideals when this could all be considered new to me. I was in search of implementing spirituality and common decency and respect in my everyday life and had hopes that this time it would be different.
I knew that to seek God was a serious task and that it deserved my utmost desire and determination. I tried many things, yet each simple mission I set aside for myself to complete would sit unfinished; the Bible passage never being read consistently every night, the last spiritual journal entry being three months prior, never attending Sunday Mass. I attribute the lack of achievement of each of these to fear; fear of not welcoming the new person I might become as a result of incorporating a new element of faith in my life.
It was my senior year of college and as a requirement for a group exercise within the organization of which I was a part, we had to attend a service and/or mass at a church every Sunday. It was the second Sunday and our destination that morning was St. Rose of Lima Church in West Philadelphia. It was a beautiful service and I really enjoyed the familial atmosphere within its walls, which was evident in the music and the convivial mood of the parishioners. It wasn’t until the Eucharist, however, that I felt like my place had been carved for me. I was so moved and really felt as though I were home; this being the first time that I felt as though I were in the right place at the right time.
I left the conventicle that morning feeling light in my heart and even though I no longer reside in Philly, that morning will always be special to me. It was a morning that started out ordinary but ended with a step closer to what I had been looking for all along: spiritual fulfillment.
* first and second letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
Conventicle
\ken-‘ven-ti-kel\ n 1: an assembly of an irregular or unlawful character 2: an assembly for religious worship; *especially : a meeting for worship not sanctioned by law 2: a meetinghouse*
Recently, I have been trying to solidify my journey of faith by attempting to attend Mass more frequently. For the past few years, my quest to become closer to God has been an arduous expedition; filled with uncertainties about how people close to me would view my renewed interest, skepticism about the Catholic Church and members of the congregation threatening to ruin my determination to cement my beliefs once more, and the underlying concern that I was phony for practicing such ideals when this could all be considered new to me. I was in search of implementing spirituality and common decency and respect in my everyday life and had hopes that this time it would be different.
I knew that to seek God was a serious task and that it deserved my utmost desire and determination. I tried many things, yet each simple mission I set aside for myself to complete would sit unfinished; the Bible passage never being read consistently every night, the last spiritual journal entry being three months prior, never attending Sunday Mass. I attribute the lack of achievement of each of these to fear; fear of not welcoming the new person I might become as a result of incorporating a new element of faith in my life.
It was my senior year of college and as a requirement for a group exercise within the organization of which I was a part, we had to attend a service and/or mass at a church every Sunday. It was the second Sunday and our destination that morning was St. Rose of Lima Church in West Philadelphia. It was a beautiful service and I really enjoyed the familial atmosphere within its walls, which was evident in the music and the convivial mood of the parishioners. It wasn’t until the Eucharist, however, that I felt like my place had been carved for me. I was so moved and really felt as though I were home; this being the first time that I felt as though I were in the right place at the right time.
I left the conventicle that morning feeling light in my heart and even though I no longer reside in Philly, that morning will always be special to me. It was a morning that started out ordinary but ended with a step closer to what I had been looking for all along: spiritual fulfillment.
* first and second letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
Saturday, February 27, 2010
INFIX
February 24, 2010
Infix
\’in-‘fiks\ n : a derivational or inflectional affix appearing in the body of a word
The universal “they” say that the English language is the hardest language to learn. From words with different meanings and spelling yet same sound such as the infamous “they’re, their and there,” words that are not spelled the way they sound such as “cough” to grammatical additives such as suffixes and prefixes, the English language is a convoluted conglomerate of a myriad of facets that perhaps do make it the most impenetrable form of communication out there. (you catch my drift?)
As an individual who has always loved the written word, (both reading and writing it), and a stickler for correct usage of grammar, I never favored learning the different nuances of grammar. I specifically remember when, in seventh grade, we were asked to take out our grammar books, a unified groan swept across the rows of our classroom such as the universal wave does at a baseball game! We loved reading stories in class, becoming different characters, but boy did we despise English grammar!
For me, one of the lessons that I hated the most was that of the brother-in-law/sister-in-law category. I particularly hated this because when making this specific phrase plural, the “laws” were never pluralized, the “brother” and “sister” were (rightly so, they are the living things after all) causing what I now know to be an infix. I still to this day have trouble with this and have to mentally remind myself the rules of the game.
I absolutely love the English language and believe that it is rich with its details of salacious syntax. However, it seems that no matter how much I declare my love for the language, the notorious “brothers-in-law,” will always be my verbal nemesis!
Infix
\’in-‘fiks\ n : a derivational or inflectional affix appearing in the body of a word
The universal “they” say that the English language is the hardest language to learn. From words with different meanings and spelling yet same sound such as the infamous “they’re, their and there,” words that are not spelled the way they sound such as “cough” to grammatical additives such as suffixes and prefixes, the English language is a convoluted conglomerate of a myriad of facets that perhaps do make it the most impenetrable form of communication out there. (you catch my drift?)
As an individual who has always loved the written word, (both reading and writing it), and a stickler for correct usage of grammar, I never favored learning the different nuances of grammar. I specifically remember when, in seventh grade, we were asked to take out our grammar books, a unified groan swept across the rows of our classroom such as the universal wave does at a baseball game! We loved reading stories in class, becoming different characters, but boy did we despise English grammar!
For me, one of the lessons that I hated the most was that of the brother-in-law/sister-in-law category. I particularly hated this because when making this specific phrase plural, the “laws” were never pluralized, the “brother” and “sister” were (rightly so, they are the living things after all) causing what I now know to be an infix. I still to this day have trouble with this and have to mentally remind myself the rules of the game.
I absolutely love the English language and believe that it is rich with its details of salacious syntax. However, it seems that no matter how much I declare my love for the language, the notorious “brothers-in-law,” will always be my verbal nemesis!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
COALESCE
February 23, 2010
Coalesce
\’ko-e-‘les\ v 1: to grow together 2a: to unite in a whole : fuse b: to unite for a common end : join forces 3: to arise from the combination of distinct elements*
Recently, I saw the acclaimed Avatar. I must say James Cameron is still capable of wowing his audiences thirteen years later, still keeping us riveted and glued to our seats. The movie was very well done (a little confusing in the beginning) and the main character quickly becomes our hero (and every woman’s fantasy). We were enabled to not only view the film but appreciate it for the masterpiece that it is.
The specific reason I loved the film was due to the many innuendos that were sprinkled throughout the story. I appreciated the harsh yet somewhat accurate demonstration of some members of the Armed Forces. I was grateful that the bond between man and nature was represented as something that may be lost presently but which can always be found if sought enough.
The love story for me was the best part because it showed that two people from completely different worlds could make a life together and work at being happy. The two main characters were able to put aside their differences to make a life for themselves despite the hate and ignorance they frequently encountered. It also symbolized that one day, perhaps relationships could be born of what really matters instead of superficial aspects.
This film coalesced very nicely; the characters were entwined with each other, which allowed the audience to be able to relate to them and see them as members of society that is more often than not opposed to change.
* letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Coalesce
\’ko-e-‘les\ v 1: to grow together 2a: to unite in a whole : fuse b: to unite for a common end : join forces 3: to arise from the combination of distinct elements*
Recently, I saw the acclaimed Avatar. I must say James Cameron is still capable of wowing his audiences thirteen years later, still keeping us riveted and glued to our seats. The movie was very well done (a little confusing in the beginning) and the main character quickly becomes our hero (and every woman’s fantasy). We were enabled to not only view the film but appreciate it for the masterpiece that it is.
The specific reason I loved the film was due to the many innuendos that were sprinkled throughout the story. I appreciated the harsh yet somewhat accurate demonstration of some members of the Armed Forces. I was grateful that the bond between man and nature was represented as something that may be lost presently but which can always be found if sought enough.
The love story for me was the best part because it showed that two people from completely different worlds could make a life together and work at being happy. The two main characters were able to put aside their differences to make a life for themselves despite the hate and ignorance they frequently encountered. It also symbolized that one day, perhaps relationships could be born of what really matters instead of superficial aspects.
This film coalesced very nicely; the characters were entwined with each other, which allowed the audience to be able to relate to them and see them as members of society that is more often than not opposed to change.
* letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
POINT MAN
February 22, 2010
Point Man
\’point-‘man\ 1: a soldier who goes ahead of a patrol 2: one who is in the forefront; especially : a principal spokesman or advocate
Parkinson’s is a debilitating disease that afflicts approximately between 50,000-1,000,000 people (www.parkinsoninfo.org). It is a disorder that affects the neurosystem, causing difficulty moving and functioning on a day-to-day basis. The financial facet of living with Parkinson’s is immense and takes a toll on not only the individual faced with battling it but their families as well.
There are many people (ranging from celebrities to ordinary members of society) who are fighting to establish heightened awareness and who are working tirelessly to fund research to find a cure. However, there is such one person who has really delved into the efforts, based on his personal fight: Michael J. Fox. Whether you loved Fox as Alex P. Keaton on Family Ties, Michael Flaherty on Spin City or the young boy in Back to the Future, it was always Michael’s ability to make his audience laugh and relate to his character.
When Fox went public with news that he was battling Parkinson’s Disease in 1991, the nation rallied around him and within the next nineteen years, Fox would continue to not only fight his personal nemesis, but to act as the point man; raising awareness through education, a public appeal to Congress and his own struggle. Michael J. Fox launched his own foundation, The Michael J. Fox Foundation which has raised almost 176 million dollars in research since its inception in 2000.
Michael J. Fox has been an amazing example and testament to hard work to achieve one’s goals, educate others and to keep believing.
To learn more about Parkinson’s Disease, go to www.parkinsonsinfo.org . To make a donation to The Michael J. Fox Foundation, go to www.michaeljfox.org.
Point Man
\’point-‘man\ 1: a soldier who goes ahead of a patrol 2: one who is in the forefront; especially : a principal spokesman or advocate
Parkinson’s is a debilitating disease that afflicts approximately between 50,000-1,000,000 people (www.parkinsoninfo.org). It is a disorder that affects the neurosystem, causing difficulty moving and functioning on a day-to-day basis. The financial facet of living with Parkinson’s is immense and takes a toll on not only the individual faced with battling it but their families as well.
There are many people (ranging from celebrities to ordinary members of society) who are fighting to establish heightened awareness and who are working tirelessly to fund research to find a cure. However, there is such one person who has really delved into the efforts, based on his personal fight: Michael J. Fox. Whether you loved Fox as Alex P. Keaton on Family Ties, Michael Flaherty on Spin City or the young boy in Back to the Future, it was always Michael’s ability to make his audience laugh and relate to his character.
When Fox went public with news that he was battling Parkinson’s Disease in 1991, the nation rallied around him and within the next nineteen years, Fox would continue to not only fight his personal nemesis, but to act as the point man; raising awareness through education, a public appeal to Congress and his own struggle. Michael J. Fox launched his own foundation, The Michael J. Fox Foundation which has raised almost 176 million dollars in research since its inception in 2000.
Michael J. Fox has been an amazing example and testament to hard work to achieve one’s goals, educate others and to keep believing.
To learn more about Parkinson’s Disease, go to www.parkinsonsinfo.org . To make a donation to The Michael J. Fox Foundation, go to www.michaeljfox.org.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
IMPERTURBABLE
February 21, 2010
Imperturbable
\’im-per-‘ter-be-bel\ adj : marked by extreme calm, impassivity, and steadiness : serene*
Serving on an executive board of an organization had its ups and downs. I, along with my fellow e-board members, were able to enlighten our peers about race relations, provide laughs, deep conversations and lasting connections. I met with administration almost daily and more often than not, walked out of our meetings with a headache.
I am a very vocal person and when an event’s location was changed because of a shortage of outlets on the main quad or a speaker was hindered in his/her presentation due to a fear of disrupting the antiseptic universe the higher-ups had created, I made it known that I was upset, (usually in the office with the door shut and the blind drawn).
My president though, she was often imperturbable; affected by the usual unfortunate turn of events yet ready to weather the storm with a calm demeanor and determined attitude. We often butted heads and sometimes didn’t understand each other however that is one thing I will always admire about her, she was able to light a fire under someone by using her own powerful flame instead of extinguishing all possibility by getting hot under the collar. It was only when we were home, after a long day’s work trying to make a difference, that she let herself feel; all the while rebuilding her strength for the next day’s journey.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Imperturbable
\’im-per-‘ter-be-bel\ adj : marked by extreme calm, impassivity, and steadiness : serene*
Serving on an executive board of an organization had its ups and downs. I, along with my fellow e-board members, were able to enlighten our peers about race relations, provide laughs, deep conversations and lasting connections. I met with administration almost daily and more often than not, walked out of our meetings with a headache.
I am a very vocal person and when an event’s location was changed because of a shortage of outlets on the main quad or a speaker was hindered in his/her presentation due to a fear of disrupting the antiseptic universe the higher-ups had created, I made it known that I was upset, (usually in the office with the door shut and the blind drawn).
My president though, she was often imperturbable; affected by the usual unfortunate turn of events yet ready to weather the storm with a calm demeanor and determined attitude. We often butted heads and sometimes didn’t understand each other however that is one thing I will always admire about her, she was able to light a fire under someone by using her own powerful flame instead of extinguishing all possibility by getting hot under the collar. It was only when we were home, after a long day’s work trying to make a difference, that she let herself feel; all the while rebuilding her strength for the next day’s journey.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
SOIREE
February 20, 2010
Soiree
\swä-‘ra\ n : a party or reception held in the evening
She looks at herself in the mirror and smiles. She knows she is attractive in general but on this night, she is really impressed by her fierce sense of style. The sleek black pantsuit fits her like it was made for her, the Mandarin collar accentuating her long neck that hosts a beautiful tear-drop pearl necklace. As she slips her feet in to her beaded, Parisian-style flats, she slides one more pin into her hair to make sure it will stay in place. She grabs her purse and heads out the door; determined to turn heads.
Tonight is her night; she will stand out and make her presence known. It has been too long since she has attended a soiree of this prestige; highly esteemed members of the upper echelon of society will be in attendance. She looks great, she feels even greater and she knows that by the end of the night, she will have made it hers.
Soiree
\swä-‘ra\ n : a party or reception held in the evening
She looks at herself in the mirror and smiles. She knows she is attractive in general but on this night, she is really impressed by her fierce sense of style. The sleek black pantsuit fits her like it was made for her, the Mandarin collar accentuating her long neck that hosts a beautiful tear-drop pearl necklace. As she slips her feet in to her beaded, Parisian-style flats, she slides one more pin into her hair to make sure it will stay in place. She grabs her purse and heads out the door; determined to turn heads.
Tonight is her night; she will stand out and make her presence known. It has been too long since she has attended a soiree of this prestige; highly esteemed members of the upper echelon of society will be in attendance. She looks great, she feels even greater and she knows that by the end of the night, she will have made it hers.
LACHRYMOSE
February 19, 2010
Lachrymose
\’la-kre-‘mos\ adj 1: given to tears or weeping : tearful 2: tending to cause tears : mournful*
I’m sitting in front of the T.V. and my favorite Kay commercial comes on (for those of you who know me, you will know which one I am referring to; for those of you who don’t, you’ll know as soon as you see the commercial, because it’s just brilliant, unless you don’t appreciate true corniness that is) and I melt. I don’t really consider myself an emotional person, (the occasional unfair circumstance or sappy rom com aside); however there is one period of time during my life that I am a bucket of tears teetering on the brink of major spillage; that time that us women know and love….
When it is that time, I am an emotional mess. I hear a soft melody with harmonious tunes and I tear up, I see a mother reading her youngest daughter a story at work and I tear up, I watch Wedding Central; yup that’s right, I tear up. I think it’s safe to say that my tear ducts are being more than properly utilized. All the lachrymose activity results in irritation at being so damn sentimental which results in more crying; I tell you it’s a vicious cycle!
I have one warning to all men, when a woman is crying for no damn reason, it’s either because she is insane or going through what you are lucky enough to not have to experience; however this one woman’s emotional roller coaster could be a combination of both; by the way, straight jackets might make it worse.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Lachrymose
\’la-kre-‘mos\ adj 1: given to tears or weeping : tearful 2: tending to cause tears : mournful*
I’m sitting in front of the T.V. and my favorite Kay commercial comes on (for those of you who know me, you will know which one I am referring to; for those of you who don’t, you’ll know as soon as you see the commercial, because it’s just brilliant, unless you don’t appreciate true corniness that is) and I melt. I don’t really consider myself an emotional person, (the occasional unfair circumstance or sappy rom com aside); however there is one period of time during my life that I am a bucket of tears teetering on the brink of major spillage; that time that us women know and love….
When it is that time, I am an emotional mess. I hear a soft melody with harmonious tunes and I tear up, I see a mother reading her youngest daughter a story at work and I tear up, I watch Wedding Central; yup that’s right, I tear up. I think it’s safe to say that my tear ducts are being more than properly utilized. All the lachrymose activity results in irritation at being so damn sentimental which results in more crying; I tell you it’s a vicious cycle!
I have one warning to all men, when a woman is crying for no damn reason, it’s either because she is insane or going through what you are lucky enough to not have to experience; however this one woman’s emotional roller coaster could be a combination of both; by the way, straight jackets might make it worse.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Friday, February 19, 2010
NOCEBO
February 18, 2010
Nocebo
\’no-‘se-bo\ n : a harmless substance that when taken by a patient is associated with harmful effects due to negative expectations or the psychological condition of the patient.
I am (according to many) a hypochondriac. I get one little ache or pain and I am immediately sitting in that waiting room (right along with the patients who have whopping cough or blood coming out of a specific orifice) ready to be told that I needn’t have worried; it’s nothing. Most often than not, I tend to rely on my friend reverse-psychology – I tell myself it’s nothing, it usually turns out to be serious and vice versa. There was only one time when I thought a nocebo given to me for my asthma was making me jittery based on my nervous mindset that this was my first asthma attack. Needless to say, the nurse came in a few minutes later, took one look at my ashen face and then decided to inform me that the medicine in the nebulizer tended to make patients jumpy. I knew it wasn’t solely the “psychological condition of the patient.” I had just simply been uninformed…
Nocebo
\’no-‘se-bo\ n : a harmless substance that when taken by a patient is associated with harmful effects due to negative expectations or the psychological condition of the patient.
I am (according to many) a hypochondriac. I get one little ache or pain and I am immediately sitting in that waiting room (right along with the patients who have whopping cough or blood coming out of a specific orifice) ready to be told that I needn’t have worried; it’s nothing. Most often than not, I tend to rely on my friend reverse-psychology – I tell myself it’s nothing, it usually turns out to be serious and vice versa. There was only one time when I thought a nocebo given to me for my asthma was making me jittery based on my nervous mindset that this was my first asthma attack. Needless to say, the nurse came in a few minutes later, took one look at my ashen face and then decided to inform me that the medicine in the nebulizer tended to make patients jumpy. I knew it wasn’t solely the “psychological condition of the patient.” I had just simply been uninformed…
HOARY
February 17, 2010
Hoary
\’hor-e\ adj 1: gray or white with or as if with age 2: extremely old : ancient
Throughout my life, I have been witness to many museums. They have turned out to be the bane of my existence. I don’t know whether it be the ultimate quiet (I’ve always fancied myself a talker) or the inability to stand at a particular exhibit and/or picture and try to “find its meaning” that really irks me. I appreciate history, art and anything else that needs to be preserved in a glass case, yet going to a museum on a Sunday afternoon is not one of my favorite pastimes (ok, maybe if its free…).
Perhaps another reason as to why my love for museums and all things included is nonexistent is my failure (and I’ve always been good with words) to pronounce or understand the scientific names of said skeletons found in some random archaeological dig. I’m half Italian; that being said, any words with too many consonants is not exactly going to find its way into my vocabulary very easily. It is ironic how these ancient and revered artifacts can be described by the word hoary; a word that is itself so simple; the complete antithesis of what the convoluted explanation says on the plaque in front of the exhibit.
Hoary
\’hor-e\ adj 1: gray or white with or as if with age 2: extremely old : ancient
Throughout my life, I have been witness to many museums. They have turned out to be the bane of my existence. I don’t know whether it be the ultimate quiet (I’ve always fancied myself a talker) or the inability to stand at a particular exhibit and/or picture and try to “find its meaning” that really irks me. I appreciate history, art and anything else that needs to be preserved in a glass case, yet going to a museum on a Sunday afternoon is not one of my favorite pastimes (ok, maybe if its free…).
Perhaps another reason as to why my love for museums and all things included is nonexistent is my failure (and I’ve always been good with words) to pronounce or understand the scientific names of said skeletons found in some random archaeological dig. I’m half Italian; that being said, any words with too many consonants is not exactly going to find its way into my vocabulary very easily. It is ironic how these ancient and revered artifacts can be described by the word hoary; a word that is itself so simple; the complete antithesis of what the convoluted explanation says on the plaque in front of the exhibit.
PUTATIVE
February 16, 2010
Putative
\’pyü-te-tiv\ adj 1: commonly accepted or supposed 2: assumed to exist or to have existed*
Many people have called me idealistic (and realistic, and pessimistic never optimisitic..hmm…). I often employ, (what could be considered) a “too good to be true” mentality to the way I live my life; treat others with respect and they will surely respect you, always act professional and you will get the result you desire, fight to the death for what you believe in and the situation you thought was impossible will remedy itself. Perhaps I do live in a dreamlike state but then again why can’t a girl dream?
I also try to act the way I want to raise my children one day; when dealing with one such evil employer (and yes she was evil), I thought to myself, I need to persevere because when it comes time to share this story with my kids, I want them to know you always stand up for your morals and values even if sometimes the result is not what you desire. It is sad for me to think that what should be accepted as the right way to conduct oneself in society is often looked at as being idealistic and what is occurring (how young people speak to their elders, how violence is substituted for civil disobedience, how disrespect is implemented subconsciously through example), is nothing if not putative. I want my children to exhibit a clear sense of right and wrong and to one day exhibit maturity by realizing that they want the same for future generations.
* letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Putative
\’pyü-te-tiv\ adj 1: commonly accepted or supposed 2: assumed to exist or to have existed*
Many people have called me idealistic (and realistic, and pessimistic never optimisitic..hmm…). I often employ, (what could be considered) a “too good to be true” mentality to the way I live my life; treat others with respect and they will surely respect you, always act professional and you will get the result you desire, fight to the death for what you believe in and the situation you thought was impossible will remedy itself. Perhaps I do live in a dreamlike state but then again why can’t a girl dream?
I also try to act the way I want to raise my children one day; when dealing with one such evil employer (and yes she was evil), I thought to myself, I need to persevere because when it comes time to share this story with my kids, I want them to know you always stand up for your morals and values even if sometimes the result is not what you desire. It is sad for me to think that what should be accepted as the right way to conduct oneself in society is often looked at as being idealistic and what is occurring (how young people speak to their elders, how violence is substituted for civil disobedience, how disrespect is implemented subconsciously through example), is nothing if not putative. I want my children to exhibit a clear sense of right and wrong and to one day exhibit maturity by realizing that they want the same for future generations.
* letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
LOCOFOCO
February 15, 2010
Locofoco
\’lo-ke-‘fo-ko\ n 1: a member of a radical group of New York Democrats organized in 1835. 2: a member of the Democratic party of the United States*
“Social Studies” (as it was called in grammar school) was never really my strong suit. I did well when I applied myself yet found that the amount of memorization was too overwhelming for my brain, it was just like science, way too much remembering was required
From what I do remember and what is commonly displayed throughout present political occurrences, a rivalry has always existed between the two parties. Many Republicans have more often than not been stereotyped as staunch right-wing individuals who do not typify the liberal label; most Democrats on the other hand are advocates of topics that are what I like to call “eye-brow raisers.” (It is important to note that not all members of either of these parties agree with all policies or stereotypical beliefs). It is safe to say that Republicans and Democrats do not often see eye to eye.
A subject that I did do particularly well in was Spanish and was taught that the word “loco” meant crazy. So imagine my surprise when I noticed that Democrats in the mid 19th century were labeled as locofocos. Thinking it was somehow related to the Spanish meaning, I chuckled and thought if I were a Republican, this would definitely be appropriate.
However, I was wrong. According to Page-A-Day Calender by Workman Publishing, the word locofoco is derived by two Latin words that are joined: loco (which can be interpreted as meaning self-propelled but which actually means place) and fuoco, which means fire in Italian. In 1835, a few Democrats had learned of a scheme by their foes to hinder their meeting by extinguishing the gas lights. As soon as the plan was brought to fruition, the locofocos struck the matches therefore ruining their rival’s plan of sabotage.
After reading this, I chuckled and thought to myself, if I were a Republican, would I have thought of that?
*letter “e” is upside down and creates sound of “uh”
Locofoco
\’lo-ke-‘fo-ko\ n 1: a member of a radical group of New York Democrats organized in 1835. 2: a member of the Democratic party of the United States*
“Social Studies” (as it was called in grammar school) was never really my strong suit. I did well when I applied myself yet found that the amount of memorization was too overwhelming for my brain, it was just like science, way too much remembering was required
From what I do remember and what is commonly displayed throughout present political occurrences, a rivalry has always existed between the two parties. Many Republicans have more often than not been stereotyped as staunch right-wing individuals who do not typify the liberal label; most Democrats on the other hand are advocates of topics that are what I like to call “eye-brow raisers.” (It is important to note that not all members of either of these parties agree with all policies or stereotypical beliefs). It is safe to say that Republicans and Democrats do not often see eye to eye.
A subject that I did do particularly well in was Spanish and was taught that the word “loco” meant crazy. So imagine my surprise when I noticed that Democrats in the mid 19th century were labeled as locofocos. Thinking it was somehow related to the Spanish meaning, I chuckled and thought if I were a Republican, this would definitely be appropriate.
However, I was wrong. According to Page-A-Day Calender by Workman Publishing, the word locofoco is derived by two Latin words that are joined: loco (which can be interpreted as meaning self-propelled but which actually means place) and fuoco, which means fire in Italian. In 1835, a few Democrats had learned of a scheme by their foes to hinder their meeting by extinguishing the gas lights. As soon as the plan was brought to fruition, the locofocos struck the matches therefore ruining their rival’s plan of sabotage.
After reading this, I chuckled and thought to myself, if I were a Republican, would I have thought of that?
*letter “e” is upside down and creates sound of “uh”
Monday, February 15, 2010
BELIE
February 14, 2010
\bi-‘li\ v 1a: to give a false impression of b: to present an appearance not in agreement with 2: to show (something) to be wrong : contradict 3: to disguise
Halloween was never my favorite holiday. As a kid, I loved (yea you probably guessed it), Christmas! I wasn’t a demanding child, but I loved getting new toys and gadgets every year. However, even though Halloween wasn’t up there on my list, I do remember most of my costumes, made by my gifted mother.
I had been your average cat and witch and was getting tired of those mundane costumes. The previous year I had been possessed by Raggedy Anne; that costume taking my mother forever to make (I will never forget her stitching red yarn to the top part of her pantyhose to make a wig). It was a big hit and I did not know I was going to top it off. My mother came up with the idea of a hobo, or bag man. At first, I wasn’t too thrilled at being a man for Halloween, but then slowly, the idea started to appeal to me and I wound up being dressed in a trench coat, hair stuck under one of my dad’s caps with dark make-up on my face, acting as dirt, carrying three bags. I thought it was brilliant and really hoped that I would be truly belied underneath this carefully constructed disguise. Not five minutes into the party I heard, “Hey Katie!” Ahh well, you win some, you lose some.
\bi-‘li\ v 1a: to give a false impression of b: to present an appearance not in agreement with 2: to show (something) to be wrong : contradict 3: to disguise
Halloween was never my favorite holiday. As a kid, I loved (yea you probably guessed it), Christmas! I wasn’t a demanding child, but I loved getting new toys and gadgets every year. However, even though Halloween wasn’t up there on my list, I do remember most of my costumes, made by my gifted mother.
I had been your average cat and witch and was getting tired of those mundane costumes. The previous year I had been possessed by Raggedy Anne; that costume taking my mother forever to make (I will never forget her stitching red yarn to the top part of her pantyhose to make a wig). It was a big hit and I did not know I was going to top it off. My mother came up with the idea of a hobo, or bag man. At first, I wasn’t too thrilled at being a man for Halloween, but then slowly, the idea started to appeal to me and I wound up being dressed in a trench coat, hair stuck under one of my dad’s caps with dark make-up on my face, acting as dirt, carrying three bags. I thought it was brilliant and really hoped that I would be truly belied underneath this carefully constructed disguise. Not five minutes into the party I heard, “Hey Katie!” Ahh well, you win some, you lose some.
HASTILUDE
February 13, 2010
Hastilude
\’ha-ste-‘lüd\ n : a medieval joust : spear play*
Being to England many times, my family and I had been privy to many things royal. We had explored various castles, being able to really implant ourselves in the environment in which kings and queens had lived and ruled. From Windsor Castle to Buckingham Palace, we were able to get a true sense of the lives of the highly esteemed leaders of this great British nation.
Another great facet of English culture is a hastilude. These jousting competitions are purely fun and can get a crowd riled up and raucous, cheering for their favorite team. One trip to England, my parents thought it would be a great idea to go to a medieval jousting event. I was young and brought a sense of innocence to the day; being alarmed at two individuals trying to poke each other off a horse with a long pole. My father explained it was all make believe and I relaxed a little.
The event was great and I had aligned myself with the blue team and was thrilled when they won. I was hyped from the electric energy of the crowd and begged my mom for a Haagen Dasz ice cream bar – yum! She agreed (it was a really good day all around!) and so off we went to the ice cream truck to purchase my tasty treat. As I bit into the bar, I noticed a blue wire embedded in my ice cream and immediately resulted to action. I threw the ice cream bar across the field and started to cry perhaps because I didn’t get my dessert after all and not because my innocence had been tarnished by a crude act. Nothing my dad could say then could reinstate the fun memories of the event we had just witnessed nor soothe my anger at being jipped a scrumptious ice cream bar…isn’t it interesting how kids can put things in perspective?
*letter “e” is upside down and creates sound of “uh”
Hastilude
\’ha-ste-‘lüd\ n : a medieval joust : spear play*
Being to England many times, my family and I had been privy to many things royal. We had explored various castles, being able to really implant ourselves in the environment in which kings and queens had lived and ruled. From Windsor Castle to Buckingham Palace, we were able to get a true sense of the lives of the highly esteemed leaders of this great British nation.
Another great facet of English culture is a hastilude. These jousting competitions are purely fun and can get a crowd riled up and raucous, cheering for their favorite team. One trip to England, my parents thought it would be a great idea to go to a medieval jousting event. I was young and brought a sense of innocence to the day; being alarmed at two individuals trying to poke each other off a horse with a long pole. My father explained it was all make believe and I relaxed a little.
The event was great and I had aligned myself with the blue team and was thrilled when they won. I was hyped from the electric energy of the crowd and begged my mom for a Haagen Dasz ice cream bar – yum! She agreed (it was a really good day all around!) and so off we went to the ice cream truck to purchase my tasty treat. As I bit into the bar, I noticed a blue wire embedded in my ice cream and immediately resulted to action. I threw the ice cream bar across the field and started to cry perhaps because I didn’t get my dessert after all and not because my innocence had been tarnished by a crude act. Nothing my dad could say then could reinstate the fun memories of the event we had just witnessed nor soothe my anger at being jipped a scrumptious ice cream bar…isn’t it interesting how kids can put things in perspective?
*letter “e” is upside down and creates sound of “uh”
WATERSHED
February 12, 2010
Watershed
\’wo-ter-‘shed\ n 1a: a dividing ridge between drainage areas b: a region or area drained by a particular body of water 2: a turning point*
It was getting overwhelming. They wanted to meet, but hadn’t yet, creating marks on the surface that were noticeable to others and that couldn’t be erased without force. They weren’t big fans of getting cleaned up nicely so that their appearance was note-worthy, they had spent their whole lives going against the flow and that worked really well, why change it now? I personally was getting frustrated. I wanted to do something about their awkward relationship, needing to remove myself from their destructive behavior as their actions reflected on me. It wasn’t until sophomore year of college that I knew I needed to do it; I had known it all along but was too afraid of the pain that would ensue. I looked in the mirror and the watershed had come so I did it: I plucked my eyebrows.
* second “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Watershed
\’wo-ter-‘shed\ n 1a: a dividing ridge between drainage areas b: a region or area drained by a particular body of water 2: a turning point*
It was getting overwhelming. They wanted to meet, but hadn’t yet, creating marks on the surface that were noticeable to others and that couldn’t be erased without force. They weren’t big fans of getting cleaned up nicely so that their appearance was note-worthy, they had spent their whole lives going against the flow and that worked really well, why change it now? I personally was getting frustrated. I wanted to do something about their awkward relationship, needing to remove myself from their destructive behavior as their actions reflected on me. It wasn’t until sophomore year of college that I knew I needed to do it; I had known it all along but was too afraid of the pain that would ensue. I looked in the mirror and the watershed had come so I did it: I plucked my eyebrows.
* second “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
COMPUNCTIOUS
February 11, 2010
Compunctious
\kem-‘penk-shes\ adj 1: arising from remorse or regret 2: feeling remorse or regret*
Sally was not one of those people who was mean-spirited. She often characterized herself as being a giving and altruistic person; constantly making sure others were comfortable or helped instead of herself. Sally loved serving the community and usually could be found raking leaves in a nearby park on a Saturday afternoon or dishing up hot soup to homeless men and women in the soup kitchen a couple of blocks from her house. She had a steady boyfriend – Mike – and they were inseparable, until one evening when Sally was on her way home from work.
As Sally drove down her street she passed Mike’s apartment and was about to pull into his driveway as she noticed a car that belonged to their mutual coworker, Mary. Sally could not understand why Mary was in her neighborhood so late when she had been off that day and when she lived twenty minutes away. Deep down in her heart, Sally knew what had happened (or what was happening rather) and decided instead of engaging in an awkward confrontation tonight, she would go home, get some sleep and come up with a plan to ruin Mike’s life forever. (Oh, and Mary’s too).
The next day at work, Sally put her best face on and marched into work wearing a huge smile. It was not until a few hours later when Mary and Mike arrived, that Sally could not fake her happiness anymore. She locked herself into the employee’s bathroom and cried for an hour.
After her mini-breakdown, Sally ran into Alex, her coworker in the office. She suddenly realized to herself, what better way to ruin Mary and Mike’s reputation than gossip? She rushed up to Alex and mentioned she had something juicy to tell her. Alex raised her eyebrow (obviously interested) and the two of them returned to the employee bathroom to chat.
A couple of hours later, Mike came up to Sally. Sally immediately tried to grasp Mike’s hand and pretend like she had never seen Mary’s car in his driveway. Mike quickly dropped his hand and glared at her. Sally feigned surprise (really well) and was flabbergasted by his outburst. Mike ultimately accused her of spreading vicious lies about him and Mary and how she should have kept her big mouth shut. Mike stalked off after his tirade and left Sally standing behind the check-in counter dazed and confused.
Days later, instead of feeling happy that she had successfully carried out her plan, Sally felt compunctious and decided she should try to remedy the situation. She walked over to Mike’s apartment and after several sharp raps on the door, Mike was standing in front of her and before she was able to stop herself, she admitted the whole thing was intended to hurt him and Mary because she herself had been hurt by their actions. Mike listened genuinely and also apologized for verbally berating Sally the previous day. They shook hands and returned to their lives, never to see or speak to each other again.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Compunctious
\kem-‘penk-shes\ adj 1: arising from remorse or regret 2: feeling remorse or regret*
Sally was not one of those people who was mean-spirited. She often characterized herself as being a giving and altruistic person; constantly making sure others were comfortable or helped instead of herself. Sally loved serving the community and usually could be found raking leaves in a nearby park on a Saturday afternoon or dishing up hot soup to homeless men and women in the soup kitchen a couple of blocks from her house. She had a steady boyfriend – Mike – and they were inseparable, until one evening when Sally was on her way home from work.
As Sally drove down her street she passed Mike’s apartment and was about to pull into his driveway as she noticed a car that belonged to their mutual coworker, Mary. Sally could not understand why Mary was in her neighborhood so late when she had been off that day and when she lived twenty minutes away. Deep down in her heart, Sally knew what had happened (or what was happening rather) and decided instead of engaging in an awkward confrontation tonight, she would go home, get some sleep and come up with a plan to ruin Mike’s life forever. (Oh, and Mary’s too).
The next day at work, Sally put her best face on and marched into work wearing a huge smile. It was not until a few hours later when Mary and Mike arrived, that Sally could not fake her happiness anymore. She locked herself into the employee’s bathroom and cried for an hour.
After her mini-breakdown, Sally ran into Alex, her coworker in the office. She suddenly realized to herself, what better way to ruin Mary and Mike’s reputation than gossip? She rushed up to Alex and mentioned she had something juicy to tell her. Alex raised her eyebrow (obviously interested) and the two of them returned to the employee bathroom to chat.
A couple of hours later, Mike came up to Sally. Sally immediately tried to grasp Mike’s hand and pretend like she had never seen Mary’s car in his driveway. Mike quickly dropped his hand and glared at her. Sally feigned surprise (really well) and was flabbergasted by his outburst. Mike ultimately accused her of spreading vicious lies about him and Mary and how she should have kept her big mouth shut. Mike stalked off after his tirade and left Sally standing behind the check-in counter dazed and confused.
Days later, instead of feeling happy that she had successfully carried out her plan, Sally felt compunctious and decided she should try to remedy the situation. She walked over to Mike’s apartment and after several sharp raps on the door, Mike was standing in front of her and before she was able to stop herself, she admitted the whole thing was intended to hurt him and Mary because she herself had been hurt by their actions. Mike listened genuinely and also apologized for verbally berating Sally the previous day. They shook hands and returned to their lives, never to see or speak to each other again.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
ASTUTE
February 10, 2010
Asttute
\e-‘stüt\ adj 1: having or showing shrewdness and perspicacity 2: crafty or wily*
I have always prided myself on having the capability to be a good judge of character, observing personalities and how different people interact with one another. I try not to judge others too quickly resulting in a wrong perception, but I let my instinct guide me in the choices I make when it comes to incorporating various relationships into my life. Even though I have this capability, I do not necessarily characterize myself as being an astute person, sometime lacking political aptitude or even mental sharpness. I do possess common sense yet am often distracted about the many things in my life that if not present, would allow me to focus on those facets that perhaps needed more attention.
While in college, I had the pleasure to meet and get to know several individuals who definitely had the skill of being focused in all areas of their lives, both personal and professional. From leading large organizations and giving mind-altering speeches, to engaging in political debates and being voted to become the newest member of a board, these people utilized their talent to make the most of tough situations, to win said debate or to get their peers and followers to notice that in order to effectively move others to action, one must be dedicated to educating oneself through experience first.
* letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Asttute
\e-‘stüt\ adj 1: having or showing shrewdness and perspicacity 2: crafty or wily*
I have always prided myself on having the capability to be a good judge of character, observing personalities and how different people interact with one another. I try not to judge others too quickly resulting in a wrong perception, but I let my instinct guide me in the choices I make when it comes to incorporating various relationships into my life. Even though I have this capability, I do not necessarily characterize myself as being an astute person, sometime lacking political aptitude or even mental sharpness. I do possess common sense yet am often distracted about the many things in my life that if not present, would allow me to focus on those facets that perhaps needed more attention.
While in college, I had the pleasure to meet and get to know several individuals who definitely had the skill of being focused in all areas of their lives, both personal and professional. From leading large organizations and giving mind-altering speeches, to engaging in political debates and being voted to become the newest member of a board, these people utilized their talent to make the most of tough situations, to win said debate or to get their peers and followers to notice that in order to effectively move others to action, one must be dedicated to educating oneself through experience first.
* letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
HORS DE COMBAT
February 9, 2010
Hors de combat
\’or-de-kon-‘bä\ adj or adv : out of combat : disabled*
It is ironic that my Page-A-Day Calendar by Workman Publishing should mention a car in the “Did You Know” Section for this particular word. I have definitely felt stranded and desolate without my reliant mode of transportation for the past week, but alas, it is not about me, but my beloved Acura.
It was a couple days before Christmas and I was on my way up to my parents’ house in the Poconos. It is a very long drive on a day when one’s car is operating impeccably, so this day, when my car started to emit troublesome rumbling noises, I just relied on prayer to get me to my destination safely. For the next week, amid the holiday cheer and celebration, my car was not the top priority. Perhaps it should have been.
Each week, the noise steadily grew worse and I knew that I could put it off no longer and that it was time to bring my car to the shop; every time this thought materialized however, it was followed by the ever famous talent of procrastination and the car never made it up the street to the mechanic’s.
A few weeks ago however, things came to a screeching halt – literally. I was asked to work in Stamford and during the drive my car was anything but quiet, the noises being nothing out of the ordinary. It was not until my drive home that my brakes completely failed and I had to resort to driving at 10 miles an hour with my hazards on; I felt like my father when he’s about to make a left turn! I knew it was time to get the car to the shop, grappling with the fact that not only would this mean that the car would be hors de combat but that my life would be as well.
* letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
Hors de combat
\’or-de-kon-‘bä\ adj or adv : out of combat : disabled*
It is ironic that my Page-A-Day Calendar by Workman Publishing should mention a car in the “Did You Know” Section for this particular word. I have definitely felt stranded and desolate without my reliant mode of transportation for the past week, but alas, it is not about me, but my beloved Acura.
It was a couple days before Christmas and I was on my way up to my parents’ house in the Poconos. It is a very long drive on a day when one’s car is operating impeccably, so this day, when my car started to emit troublesome rumbling noises, I just relied on prayer to get me to my destination safely. For the next week, amid the holiday cheer and celebration, my car was not the top priority. Perhaps it should have been.
Each week, the noise steadily grew worse and I knew that I could put it off no longer and that it was time to bring my car to the shop; every time this thought materialized however, it was followed by the ever famous talent of procrastination and the car never made it up the street to the mechanic’s.
A few weeks ago however, things came to a screeching halt – literally. I was asked to work in Stamford and during the drive my car was anything but quiet, the noises being nothing out of the ordinary. It was not until my drive home that my brakes completely failed and I had to resort to driving at 10 miles an hour with my hazards on; I felt like my father when he’s about to make a left turn! I knew it was time to get the car to the shop, grappling with the fact that not only would this mean that the car would be hors de combat but that my life would be as well.
* letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
SPINOUS
February 8, 2010
Spinous
\’spi-nes\ adj 1a: having spines, prickles, or thorns b: slender and pointed like a spine 2:difficult or unpleasant to handle or meet : thorny*
As I’m sure all little girls are at one point in their lives, I was a ballerina. Some girls go on to study this beautiful art form for most of their lives, going on to graduate from a conservatory, teach or become prima ballerinas. I on the other hand did not make it my life’s passion, however it was an activity that I enjoyed and took great pride in the fact that I could do step ball change when no one else could.
For the past year, I have come to find myself in the company of many dancers, working at a dance studio doing administrative work. While there are a myriad of genres of dance that take place at this studio, it is the ballet students who really capture my attention with their fluid grace and their beautiful posture. They definitely make ballet look like effortless motions when in fact it is a strict atmosphere that demands concentration and commitment.
I do not always understand dance language or the stringent schedules dancers have to abide by. I do not always understand (but do respect and appreciate) the hard work and dedication it takes to perfect this elegant passion. I find myself often comparing my current environment to scenes from the famous movie “Center Stage,” wondering if those things really do happen. I often find myself behind a veil of ignorance yet know that when I eventually see the spinous foot of a ballerina with an arch that is unbelievable, I temporarily forget my ignorance, enraptured by the sheer beauty of what is unfolding before me.
*letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
Spinous
\’spi-nes\ adj 1a: having spines, prickles, or thorns b: slender and pointed like a spine 2:difficult or unpleasant to handle or meet : thorny*
As I’m sure all little girls are at one point in their lives, I was a ballerina. Some girls go on to study this beautiful art form for most of their lives, going on to graduate from a conservatory, teach or become prima ballerinas. I on the other hand did not make it my life’s passion, however it was an activity that I enjoyed and took great pride in the fact that I could do step ball change when no one else could.
For the past year, I have come to find myself in the company of many dancers, working at a dance studio doing administrative work. While there are a myriad of genres of dance that take place at this studio, it is the ballet students who really capture my attention with their fluid grace and their beautiful posture. They definitely make ballet look like effortless motions when in fact it is a strict atmosphere that demands concentration and commitment.
I do not always understand dance language or the stringent schedules dancers have to abide by. I do not always understand (but do respect and appreciate) the hard work and dedication it takes to perfect this elegant passion. I find myself often comparing my current environment to scenes from the famous movie “Center Stage,” wondering if those things really do happen. I often find myself behind a veil of ignorance yet know that when I eventually see the spinous foot of a ballerina with an arch that is unbelievable, I temporarily forget my ignorance, enraptured by the sheer beauty of what is unfolding before me.
*letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
Sunday, February 7, 2010
CRWTH
February 7, 2010
Crwth
\’krüth\ n : an ancient Celtic stringed instrument that is plucked or bowed
The great thing about traveling is getting to absorb all the different aspects of diverse cultures; the warm personalities and delectable food of Italy, the rich history and pride of Prague, the laid-back attitude of the Caribbean, the age and influence of England. These countries are only a few of a great many nations willing to share their customs with anyone who is willing to embrace them.
The great thing about taking on this exercise about writing a piece a day based on a word, is that I am privy to learn and acquire a wealth of information that is useful if not in my daily job search than in day-to-day conversation. The phrase, “ you learn something new every day,” is definitely utilized when taking on this verbal adventure and while also visiting a new environment.
The word crwth, (however difficult to pronounce) is indigenous to Wales and can also mean a “swelling or bulging body.” It is humorous to me that a word that given its appearance would best be used to describe the latter, can also refer to an instrument, a conduit through which beautiful sounds can be made. I hope to make it to Wales one day, to hear the sounds of this instrument about which I am presently writing in its native homeland.
Crwth
\’krüth\ n : an ancient Celtic stringed instrument that is plucked or bowed
The great thing about traveling is getting to absorb all the different aspects of diverse cultures; the warm personalities and delectable food of Italy, the rich history and pride of Prague, the laid-back attitude of the Caribbean, the age and influence of England. These countries are only a few of a great many nations willing to share their customs with anyone who is willing to embrace them.
The great thing about taking on this exercise about writing a piece a day based on a word, is that I am privy to learn and acquire a wealth of information that is useful if not in my daily job search than in day-to-day conversation. The phrase, “ you learn something new every day,” is definitely utilized when taking on this verbal adventure and while also visiting a new environment.
The word crwth, (however difficult to pronounce) is indigenous to Wales and can also mean a “swelling or bulging body.” It is humorous to me that a word that given its appearance would best be used to describe the latter, can also refer to an instrument, a conduit through which beautiful sounds can be made. I hope to make it to Wales one day, to hear the sounds of this instrument about which I am presently writing in its native homeland.
CRWTH
February 7, 2010
Crwth
\’krüth\ n : an ancient Celtic stringed instrument that is plucked or bowed
The great thing about traveling is getting to absorb all the different aspects of diverse cultures; the warm personalities and delectable food of Italy, the rich history and pride of Prague, the laid-back attitude of the Caribbean, the age and influence of England. These countries are only a few of a great many nations willing to share their customs with anyone who is willing to embrace them.
The great thing about taking on this exercise about writing a piece a day based on a word, is that I am privy to learn and acquire a wealth of information that is useful if not in my daily job search than in day-to-day conversation. The phrase, “ you learn something new every day,” is definitely utilized when taking on this verbal adventure and while also visiting a new environment.
The word crwth, (however difficult to pronounce) is indigenous to Wales and can also mean a “swelling or bulging body.” It is humorous to me that a word that given its appearance would best be used to describe the latter, can also refer to an instrument, a conduit through which beautiful sounds can be made. I hope to make it to Wales one day, to hear the sounds of this instrument about which I am presently writing in its native homeland.
Crwth
\’krüth\ n : an ancient Celtic stringed instrument that is plucked or bowed
The great thing about traveling is getting to absorb all the different aspects of diverse cultures; the warm personalities and delectable food of Italy, the rich history and pride of Prague, the laid-back attitude of the Caribbean, the age and influence of England. These countries are only a few of a great many nations willing to share their customs with anyone who is willing to embrace them.
The great thing about taking on this exercise about writing a piece a day based on a word, is that I am privy to learn and acquire a wealth of information that is useful if not in my daily job search than in day-to-day conversation. The phrase, “ you learn something new every day,” is definitely utilized when taking on this verbal adventure and while also visiting a new environment.
The word crwth, (however difficult to pronounce) is indigenous to Wales and can also mean a “swelling or bulging body.” It is humorous to me that a word that given its appearance would best be used to describe the latter, can also refer to an instrument, a conduit through which beautiful sounds can be made. I hope to make it to Wales one day, to hear the sounds of this instrument about which I am presently writing in its native homeland.
SUBSTANTIVE
February 6, 2010
Substantive
\’seb-sten-tiv\adj : having substance : involving matters of major or practical importance to all concerned*
When I am reading a good book, I get lost in it. I delve into the plot like an Olympic diver, I become friends (or foes) with each character, enjoying the detail that enables me to get to know them on a personal level. I love page-turners as well as pieces that make me ponder. My tastes have changed over the years; being a devoted fan of anything thriller; James Patterson, Mary Higgins Clark, Lisa Jackson, just to name a few. Now I find that I love books that are represented by the content as well as a famous name, books that are truly substantive.
My favorite author, without a doubt is Isabel Allende. I was privileged to get an inside look at her talent during college when I was required to read Daughter of Fortune. I instantly fell in love with her writing style and knew that the foundation and material within the novel was born from a woman who had so much to give and share with her audience. Her books are moving; characters speaking to her readers through their actions and sometimes-heartrending decisions. Allende’s books have a core that is more than finding a killer or trying to find the secret to life’s success, her books are a clear embodiment of stories yearning to be shared, to not only make an impression on the individual reading it but to motivate him or her to be an individual of substance.
* letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
Substantive
\’seb-sten-tiv\adj : having substance : involving matters of major or practical importance to all concerned*
When I am reading a good book, I get lost in it. I delve into the plot like an Olympic diver, I become friends (or foes) with each character, enjoying the detail that enables me to get to know them on a personal level. I love page-turners as well as pieces that make me ponder. My tastes have changed over the years; being a devoted fan of anything thriller; James Patterson, Mary Higgins Clark, Lisa Jackson, just to name a few. Now I find that I love books that are represented by the content as well as a famous name, books that are truly substantive.
My favorite author, without a doubt is Isabel Allende. I was privileged to get an inside look at her talent during college when I was required to read Daughter of Fortune. I instantly fell in love with her writing style and knew that the foundation and material within the novel was born from a woman who had so much to give and share with her audience. Her books are moving; characters speaking to her readers through their actions and sometimes-heartrending decisions. Allende’s books have a core that is more than finding a killer or trying to find the secret to life’s success, her books are a clear embodiment of stories yearning to be shared, to not only make an impression on the individual reading it but to motivate him or her to be an individual of substance.
* letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
Saturday, February 6, 2010
JAPE
February 5, 2010
Jape
\’jap\ v : 1: to say or do something jokingly or mockingly 2: to make mocking fun of
Nicknames can be great tools to wield affection. I have many for my friends, some of them have a story, some of them don’t, but each of them sticking and being used interchangeably; all except one. Goody Gillman.
It was junior year in high school and we were making our way to English class. Ordinarily, I loved English and that class in particular as we finally had a teacher who was invested in her students, yet this year was hard as the Regents was looming on the horizon waiting to ruin our lives and brains forever. (ok, I know I tend to get dramatic sometimes). I digress; my good friend and I were climbing the stairs and chatting away about the latest books we had read, mine being a thriller by Mary Higgins Clark, hers being the newest installment in the vampire LeStadt series. We entered the classroom and continued our riveting tales of child kidnappers and sucking one’s blood just for pure joy when our teacher cleared her throat and began class. We were to pick up where we left off in The Crucible (yes ladies, swooning over Daniel Day-Lewis is now allowed).
Ms. V. had just assigned roles to a few of us in the class; learning is always more fun when it’s interactive. We made our way through the introduction of the characters and as we came to the women, we noticed that each was addressed as Goody so and so. We all thought that was so weird and were chuckling among ourselves when, to quiet us down, Ms. V. presumed to point to my friend sitting in the front seat and say “It’s as if I were to call you Goody Gillman.” Well I found that so funny, I started to laugh and for the rest of the day, I japed her (in good fun of course). Goody Gillman, do you know the rest of the dance for rehearsal, Goody Gillman, are you buying lunch today, Goody Gillman do you want a ride home? Goody Gillman- until she smacked me.
All I have to say is, when my friend gets married and my affectionate verbiage is retired, it will make me tear, however she will always be Goody Gillman to me.
Jape
\’jap\ v : 1: to say or do something jokingly or mockingly 2: to make mocking fun of
Nicknames can be great tools to wield affection. I have many for my friends, some of them have a story, some of them don’t, but each of them sticking and being used interchangeably; all except one. Goody Gillman.
It was junior year in high school and we were making our way to English class. Ordinarily, I loved English and that class in particular as we finally had a teacher who was invested in her students, yet this year was hard as the Regents was looming on the horizon waiting to ruin our lives and brains forever. (ok, I know I tend to get dramatic sometimes). I digress; my good friend and I were climbing the stairs and chatting away about the latest books we had read, mine being a thriller by Mary Higgins Clark, hers being the newest installment in the vampire LeStadt series. We entered the classroom and continued our riveting tales of child kidnappers and sucking one’s blood just for pure joy when our teacher cleared her throat and began class. We were to pick up where we left off in The Crucible (yes ladies, swooning over Daniel Day-Lewis is now allowed).
Ms. V. had just assigned roles to a few of us in the class; learning is always more fun when it’s interactive. We made our way through the introduction of the characters and as we came to the women, we noticed that each was addressed as Goody so and so. We all thought that was so weird and were chuckling among ourselves when, to quiet us down, Ms. V. presumed to point to my friend sitting in the front seat and say “It’s as if I were to call you Goody Gillman.” Well I found that so funny, I started to laugh and for the rest of the day, I japed her (in good fun of course). Goody Gillman, do you know the rest of the dance for rehearsal, Goody Gillman, are you buying lunch today, Goody Gillman do you want a ride home? Goody Gillman- until she smacked me.
All I have to say is, when my friend gets married and my affectionate verbiage is retired, it will make me tear, however she will always be Goody Gillman to me.
OLIGOPSONY
February 4, 2010
Oligopsony
\’ä-le-‘gäp-se-ne\ n : a market situation in which each of a few buyers exerts a disproportionate influence on the market*
I was never well-versed in economics; being required to take it in high school and having that with political science as my only two options in college was highly depressing and frustrating because I warmed to neither one, picking “poli sci,” just because it was the lesser of the two evils, however even I know that this economy is a very tricky place to earn a living to support one’s family or even to provide sole financial support.
One of the few pieces of information I learned while in economics class (when I was actually paying attention), was what a monopoly was and what it entailed, it being the sales of a product being solely controlled by one company. This piece of information took me a while to process and even now, it sometimes throws me for a loop, so imagine my surprise and dismay of course, when I saw what the word was for today. An oligopsony is slightly different and provides more leeway as to the price of the product and the buyer’s market. Let’s just say economics still isn’t my strong suit and it often causes much hesitation when conversations center around the economy. Maybe it’s the familiar sound of each word that confuses me or maybe it’s just the sheer denial of the true state of whatever “opoly,” “opsony,” or economic catastrophe we encounter next.
First and third letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
Oligopsony
\’ä-le-‘gäp-se-ne\ n : a market situation in which each of a few buyers exerts a disproportionate influence on the market*
I was never well-versed in economics; being required to take it in high school and having that with political science as my only two options in college was highly depressing and frustrating because I warmed to neither one, picking “poli sci,” just because it was the lesser of the two evils, however even I know that this economy is a very tricky place to earn a living to support one’s family or even to provide sole financial support.
One of the few pieces of information I learned while in economics class (when I was actually paying attention), was what a monopoly was and what it entailed, it being the sales of a product being solely controlled by one company. This piece of information took me a while to process and even now, it sometimes throws me for a loop, so imagine my surprise and dismay of course, when I saw what the word was for today. An oligopsony is slightly different and provides more leeway as to the price of the product and the buyer’s market. Let’s just say economics still isn’t my strong suit and it often causes much hesitation when conversations center around the economy. Maybe it’s the familiar sound of each word that confuses me or maybe it’s just the sheer denial of the true state of whatever “opoly,” “opsony,” or economic catastrophe we encounter next.
First and third letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
EARWIG
February 3 2010
Earwig
\’ir-‘wig\ v : to annoy or attempt to influence by private talk
I have never believed that kids are bad; just socially and environmentally conditioned. I regard this as a very mature attitude to adopt considering my history with my peers. Children, especially now are led to believe that it is ok to treat one another horribly, the reason often varying and more often never valid. There are always followers, but more importantly, there are a healthy dose of leaders, those young minds ready to be negatively influential and to earwig about anyone or anything that crosses their path displeasingly.
These kids may all have stories, some of which are too unfathomable; their ability to put others down is clearly a way to achieve a sense of self-worth and a high self-esteem. Whispers in the classroom before the teacher arrives, in the locker room as they dress for gym, in the bathroom when they think she can’t hear them and in the cafeteria on the dreaded lunch line, these are all places where the vicious rumors live and breed and where the power of ear wigging is handed down generation to generation.
She walks out of class and behind her she hears, “Wow, she really knew how to solve that math problem, that’s so cool…” If only that dream could be real.
Earwig
\’ir-‘wig\ v : to annoy or attempt to influence by private talk
I have never believed that kids are bad; just socially and environmentally conditioned. I regard this as a very mature attitude to adopt considering my history with my peers. Children, especially now are led to believe that it is ok to treat one another horribly, the reason often varying and more often never valid. There are always followers, but more importantly, there are a healthy dose of leaders, those young minds ready to be negatively influential and to earwig about anyone or anything that crosses their path displeasingly.
These kids may all have stories, some of which are too unfathomable; their ability to put others down is clearly a way to achieve a sense of self-worth and a high self-esteem. Whispers in the classroom before the teacher arrives, in the locker room as they dress for gym, in the bathroom when they think she can’t hear them and in the cafeteria on the dreaded lunch line, these are all places where the vicious rumors live and breed and where the power of ear wigging is handed down generation to generation.
She walks out of class and behind her she hears, “Wow, she really knew how to solve that math problem, that’s so cool…” If only that dream could be real.
IMPORTUNE
February 2, 2010
Importune
\’im-per-‘tun\ v : to urge or beg with troublesome persistence*
I love films and I love to analyze them even more. I am an avid fan of the famous genre of “rom coms,” (romantic comedies for those who are not as familiar with film lingo), and how the simplest gesture or wittiest, flirtatious line can make those inevitable butterflies surface. I love the sappy music or the fact that almost every conflict becomes resolved. I am a hopeless romantic, but don’t tell anyone.
Despite the idealistic nature of some of my favorite movies, there are some elements of this so called fantasy that may occur in that thing we like to call “real life,” and when it does, it is even more irritating than when it unfolds on the big screen.
We have many different scenarios that come about in movies surrounding the theme of love that almost always includes an individual importuning another. Whether it be trying to right a wrong by incessantly calling the other partner in the relationship even when said partner has made it clear he/she does not want to discuss matters further as in When Harry Met Sally, trying to convince your wise relationship sage friend he’s into you when he so clearly isn’t as in He’s Just Not That Into You, or practically stalking your next door neighbor just because he saved your cat as in The Ugly Truth, begging for something that is obviously never going to happen is a waste of time that could be spent struggling to preserve ideals, eradicating warped societal standards and establishing a sound moral code not just for dating but for functioning as members of the world at large.
*letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
Importune
\’im-per-‘tun\ v : to urge or beg with troublesome persistence*
I love films and I love to analyze them even more. I am an avid fan of the famous genre of “rom coms,” (romantic comedies for those who are not as familiar with film lingo), and how the simplest gesture or wittiest, flirtatious line can make those inevitable butterflies surface. I love the sappy music or the fact that almost every conflict becomes resolved. I am a hopeless romantic, but don’t tell anyone.
Despite the idealistic nature of some of my favorite movies, there are some elements of this so called fantasy that may occur in that thing we like to call “real life,” and when it does, it is even more irritating than when it unfolds on the big screen.
We have many different scenarios that come about in movies surrounding the theme of love that almost always includes an individual importuning another. Whether it be trying to right a wrong by incessantly calling the other partner in the relationship even when said partner has made it clear he/she does not want to discuss matters further as in When Harry Met Sally, trying to convince your wise relationship sage friend he’s into you when he so clearly isn’t as in He’s Just Not That Into You, or practically stalking your next door neighbor just because he saved your cat as in The Ugly Truth, begging for something that is obviously never going to happen is a waste of time that could be spent struggling to preserve ideals, eradicating warped societal standards and establishing a sound moral code not just for dating but for functioning as members of the world at large.
*letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
Friday, February 5, 2010
Theme of belonging main thread in Mary Ann Shaffer’s and Annie Barrows’ The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society
Theme of belonging main thread in Mary Ann Shaffer’s and Annie Barrows’ The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society
I have to admit when I was first given The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, I was a little skeptical; what an odd name to give a book. It was not until I was half way through that I realized this book was a treasure written by two women who really had a knack for storytelling. The phrase “don’t judge a book by its cover,” really came into effect with this novel.
Shaffer and Barrows introduce us to Juliet Ashton, an accomplished writer who is trying to get her life back together immediately following World War II. Juliet can perhaps be described as being a witty author with a fiery personality that sometimes lands her in trouble; throwing a teapot at an obnoxious reporter being one such instance. However through the book, Juliet reveals herself as an individual who is in touch with all aspects of her character.
As the story unravels and we are allowed into Juliet’s life little by little, we see that even though she is a very composed and strong-willed woman, her life, just like many others, has been upended by the war; her home being demolished from a bomb. As she is attempting to put the fragile pieces of her life back together, she meets a man with whom she thinks she is in love, Markham V. Reynolds. The readers are just as smitten with him as our protagonist is and are jealous when Juliet is asked to marry him. However, we soon come to realize that Reynolds does not have a vested interest in Juliet and the infatuation thrust upon this arrogant character fades.
Through Juliet’s writing, she has touched many people and made an indelible impression among them, one person in particular. Dawsey Adams, a man who read a book that once belonged to Juliet writes a letter to her explaining how he knows of her and that he has an affinity for Charles Lamb, a famous author. Juliet and
Dawsey begin a friendship via letters and he ultimately explains the birth of The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society and the significance it had in each of their lives during the German Occupation. The organization came into existence one night while the group were stopped by German soldiers because they were out after curfew and Elizabeth McKenna mentioned they were members of the esteemed Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society; they were reading many good books and would they [the soldiers] like to join them? Many characters are introduced to the audience including the eccentric and lovable Isola Pribby, the loving grandfather Eben and his young grandson, Eli, the matriarchal character, Amelia Maugery and through others’ testimonies, Elizabeth McKenna, perhaps the novel’s true heroine.
For this author, one specific theme stands out above the rest. Throughout the entire novel, the matter of belonging is present. Juliet tries to reestablish her life after her home is destroyed and her country is left in shambles, each member of the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society have a story to tell and they feel connected with Juliet; their story finally being set free; their place in a horrible time in history shared with an individual whom they may not know well yet who makes them feel like they are wanted, like they are home. Each character, displaced by war’s tragedies have found themselves on a journey; one that is able to enrich their lives by bringing an unlikely group of people together through the most effective conduit: the written word.
I have to admit when I was first given The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, I was a little skeptical; what an odd name to give a book. It was not until I was half way through that I realized this book was a treasure written by two women who really had a knack for storytelling. The phrase “don’t judge a book by its cover,” really came into effect with this novel.
Shaffer and Barrows introduce us to Juliet Ashton, an accomplished writer who is trying to get her life back together immediately following World War II. Juliet can perhaps be described as being a witty author with a fiery personality that sometimes lands her in trouble; throwing a teapot at an obnoxious reporter being one such instance. However through the book, Juliet reveals herself as an individual who is in touch with all aspects of her character.
As the story unravels and we are allowed into Juliet’s life little by little, we see that even though she is a very composed and strong-willed woman, her life, just like many others, has been upended by the war; her home being demolished from a bomb. As she is attempting to put the fragile pieces of her life back together, she meets a man with whom she thinks she is in love, Markham V. Reynolds. The readers are just as smitten with him as our protagonist is and are jealous when Juliet is asked to marry him. However, we soon come to realize that Reynolds does not have a vested interest in Juliet and the infatuation thrust upon this arrogant character fades.
Through Juliet’s writing, she has touched many people and made an indelible impression among them, one person in particular. Dawsey Adams, a man who read a book that once belonged to Juliet writes a letter to her explaining how he knows of her and that he has an affinity for Charles Lamb, a famous author. Juliet and
Dawsey begin a friendship via letters and he ultimately explains the birth of The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society and the significance it had in each of their lives during the German Occupation. The organization came into existence one night while the group were stopped by German soldiers because they were out after curfew and Elizabeth McKenna mentioned they were members of the esteemed Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society; they were reading many good books and would they [the soldiers] like to join them? Many characters are introduced to the audience including the eccentric and lovable Isola Pribby, the loving grandfather Eben and his young grandson, Eli, the matriarchal character, Amelia Maugery and through others’ testimonies, Elizabeth McKenna, perhaps the novel’s true heroine.
For this author, one specific theme stands out above the rest. Throughout the entire novel, the matter of belonging is present. Juliet tries to reestablish her life after her home is destroyed and her country is left in shambles, each member of the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society have a story to tell and they feel connected with Juliet; their story finally being set free; their place in a horrible time in history shared with an individual whom they may not know well yet who makes them feel like they are wanted, like they are home. Each character, displaced by war’s tragedies have found themselves on a journey; one that is able to enrich their lives by bringing an unlikely group of people together through the most effective conduit: the written word.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
KOINE
February 1, 2010
Koine
\koi-‘na\ n : a language of a region that has become the common or standard language of a larger area.
When someone says “I’ve koined that phrase from you,” it is implied that said phrase is now theirs to use and that, hopefully, proper credit will be attributed to founder of phrase. Koine literally means a language that has been adopted by a larger area, has taken on a life of its own and that which is being widely used by the majority of the population.
It is interesting to learn that, according to Page-a-Day Calendar by Workman Publishing, Koine was an actual language in the “eastern Mediterranean countries…until the reign of Justinian I.” Weeding out the easier grammatical components of the language and eradicating the more easily unrecognizable, a koine becomes a very useful tool in allowing members of larger communities to implement but more importantly maintain an often indigenous form of communication.
Koine
\koi-‘na\ n : a language of a region that has become the common or standard language of a larger area.
When someone says “I’ve koined that phrase from you,” it is implied that said phrase is now theirs to use and that, hopefully, proper credit will be attributed to founder of phrase. Koine literally means a language that has been adopted by a larger area, has taken on a life of its own and that which is being widely used by the majority of the population.
It is interesting to learn that, according to Page-a-Day Calendar by Workman Publishing, Koine was an actual language in the “eastern Mediterranean countries…until the reign of Justinian I.” Weeding out the easier grammatical components of the language and eradicating the more easily unrecognizable, a koine becomes a very useful tool in allowing members of larger communities to implement but more importantly maintain an often indigenous form of communication.
PROGNOSTICATE
January 31, 2010
Prognosticate
\präg-‘nä-ste-‘kat\ v 1: to predict 2: to give an indication of in advance : presage*
While scary movies are the bane of my best friend’s existence, I truly love to scare myself. I know that sounds a little odd, but it is true; I love not knowing what is lurking ominously behind a cellar door or whom the real killer is. I love coming out of a thriller knowing that none of what I had just seen was real or had hopes of being brought to fruition. I hate movies that disable me from fully reaping the true benefit of being scared witless as I am watching them; the ability to prognosticate replacing fear and suspense.
The best and most frightening horror film I have viewed was AmityVille Horror. While seven of my childhood friends and I sat in one of their living rooms, watching the terror unfold before us while I bit my nails down to the quick, the main character attempted to make his way down to the cellar to find the cause of the disruption in his house. We all knew what was about to happen, however none of us wanted to face the facts that our worst fears just might come true: the film would end with a fade out and we would go back to our mundane lives that were more easily predicted than the thriller that was taking place on the 32 inch plasma screen T.V.
*letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
Prognosticate
\präg-‘nä-ste-‘kat\ v 1: to predict 2: to give an indication of in advance : presage*
While scary movies are the bane of my best friend’s existence, I truly love to scare myself. I know that sounds a little odd, but it is true; I love not knowing what is lurking ominously behind a cellar door or whom the real killer is. I love coming out of a thriller knowing that none of what I had just seen was real or had hopes of being brought to fruition. I hate movies that disable me from fully reaping the true benefit of being scared witless as I am watching them; the ability to prognosticate replacing fear and suspense.
The best and most frightening horror film I have viewed was AmityVille Horror. While seven of my childhood friends and I sat in one of their living rooms, watching the terror unfold before us while I bit my nails down to the quick, the main character attempted to make his way down to the cellar to find the cause of the disruption in his house. We all knew what was about to happen, however none of us wanted to face the facts that our worst fears just might come true: the film would end with a fade out and we would go back to our mundane lives that were more easily predicted than the thriller that was taking place on the 32 inch plasma screen T.V.
*letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
LAUDABLE
January 30, 2010
Laudable
\’lo-de-bel\ adj: worthy of praise : commendable*
I believe that courage is present every day in big and small acts of kindness and valor. When individuals perform selfless acts, it is a clear representation of his or her character; how he or she were raised and how they incorporate his or her giving personality into his or her everyday lives.
I also affirm that not only does courage reveal itself in acts that are big but can be witnessed through situations that demand respect and enables that individual to stand up for what she or he strongly believes in; initiating meetings with the infamous “higher-ups” to make sure the job is being done right, fighting to re-establish a lost principle, giving up something that is a part of his or her life to keep one’s ideals close to his or her heart. All these examples are clear, laudable efforts to try and implement proper ways to treat people and to handle situations. I applaud people who go against the flow in a positive way and who want to make their stamp on the world the best way they know how: helpful and living their lives in God’s image.
* letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Laudable
\’lo-de-bel\ adj: worthy of praise : commendable*
I believe that courage is present every day in big and small acts of kindness and valor. When individuals perform selfless acts, it is a clear representation of his or her character; how he or she were raised and how they incorporate his or her giving personality into his or her everyday lives.
I also affirm that not only does courage reveal itself in acts that are big but can be witnessed through situations that demand respect and enables that individual to stand up for what she or he strongly believes in; initiating meetings with the infamous “higher-ups” to make sure the job is being done right, fighting to re-establish a lost principle, giving up something that is a part of his or her life to keep one’s ideals close to his or her heart. All these examples are clear, laudable efforts to try and implement proper ways to treat people and to handle situations. I applaud people who go against the flow in a positive way and who want to make their stamp on the world the best way they know how: helpful and living their lives in God’s image.
* letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
VIDELICET
January 29, 2010
Videlicet
\ve-‘de-le-‘set\ adv : that is to say : namely*
I hate cooking. Within the past year, I have had to cook my meals myself and even though I am proud of my yearning to be self-sufficient, the satisfaction of creating an edible masterpiece has still not engulfed me despite how delectable the meal is (and believe me, that is not often). I think where my problem lays is in prepping the necessary ingredients, time management and patience to make sure the food is properly cooked, (ok, so I have a problem with the whole process). I remember in one episode of Dawson’s Creek, Dawson said about his father that he loved movies in the purest sense, to watch them. That analogy suits my obsession with food perfectly; I hate producing meals, I just love eating them!
My mother was kind enough to make a recipe book for me to ensure my ability to feed myself successfully. I opened that little spiral notebook and the all the different ingredients overwhelmed me, videlicet the complicated ones, spices whose names I still cannot pronounce. I was told that to experiment was ok and even encouraged so as to be a little more flexible with each dish I manifested. So, I took my mom and aunt’s advice and decided to “have fun with it”! Let’s just say, some were enjoyable, some were not. I relegated myself to my little trusty recipe book once again and instead of having a burned dish whose components I didn’t recognize, I dulled my knife cutting chicken, charred but familiar!
* first and third letter “e” are upside down creating sound of “uh.”
Videlicet
\ve-‘de-le-‘set\ adv : that is to say : namely*
I hate cooking. Within the past year, I have had to cook my meals myself and even though I am proud of my yearning to be self-sufficient, the satisfaction of creating an edible masterpiece has still not engulfed me despite how delectable the meal is (and believe me, that is not often). I think where my problem lays is in prepping the necessary ingredients, time management and patience to make sure the food is properly cooked, (ok, so I have a problem with the whole process). I remember in one episode of Dawson’s Creek, Dawson said about his father that he loved movies in the purest sense, to watch them. That analogy suits my obsession with food perfectly; I hate producing meals, I just love eating them!
My mother was kind enough to make a recipe book for me to ensure my ability to feed myself successfully. I opened that little spiral notebook and the all the different ingredients overwhelmed me, videlicet the complicated ones, spices whose names I still cannot pronounce. I was told that to experiment was ok and even encouraged so as to be a little more flexible with each dish I manifested. So, I took my mom and aunt’s advice and decided to “have fun with it”! Let’s just say, some were enjoyable, some were not. I relegated myself to my little trusty recipe book once again and instead of having a burned dish whose components I didn’t recognize, I dulled my knife cutting chicken, charred but familiar!
* first and third letter “e” are upside down creating sound of “uh.”
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