March 31, 2010
Valhalla
\val-‘ha-le\ n 1: the great hall in Norse mythology where the souls of heroes slain in battle are received 2: a place of honor, glory, or happiness : heaven*
When I was eight years old I was assigned a special project in school. We were given the option of either reporting on the history of The Statue of Liberty or Ellis Island. I figured the majority of my classmates would pick The Statue of Liberty; not because she was more interesting but because it was February and she was the first stop on the freezing cold ferry ride across the Hudson – I decided to sacrifice and went with Ellis Island.
It was a bitter cold day, yet I was shivering with excitement. My mom had agreed to take me (after all I was only eight) and I was looking forward to spending the day with her. We boarded the ferry and made our way to the famed halls of Ellis Island. Despite my nausea (I was never good with boat rides), I tried to enjoy the seemingly endless trip across the river.
As we made our way off the boat and into the Great Hall, I was immediately back to normal and ready to tackle the different parts of the museum being featured in my project. After getting all the crucial information, my mom and I made our way outside and came across the wall. At first, I was confused until my mother explained that it held the names of all the people who had immigrated to this country and who had made their way through the daunting halls of Ellis Island. We walked down a bit further and my mother stopped. She was staring at her grandparents’ names on the wall. I thought it was cool (after all I was only eight) yet let my mom remember in silence.
I have not been back to Ellis Island since yet I do know that I have a deeper reverence and appreciation for the men, women and children who graced the halls with their presence, culture, history. They may have been frightened and confused at the unknown circumstances they found themselves in when they came to this country, yet many years later, their presence, culture and history rest on a valhalla for all to see.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
BUCOLIC
March 30, 2010
Bucolic
\byü-‘kä-lik\ adj 1: of or relating to shepherds or herdsman : pastoral 2: relating to or typical of rural life
I have become a pro at either dodging the inevitable “where do you see yourself in five years?” (specifically centered around career) question or artfully creating an answer that only I know to be utter and complete bullshit. I am not usually adept at avoiding these more often than not awkward situations, so it is definitely fair to say that I spend the majority of my time lying…
However there is one question to which I know the answer; that being where do I see myself living, settling, raising a family. I used to be certain I would make a life for myself in a city. Growing up only a half hour outside what could arguably be known as the greatest city on Earth, I developed a deep sense of appreciation for the energy, the grandiose ideas of success often accompanied by city life. Yet, as I grew older, and experienced commuting into the city (even though it was once a week, it was still exhausting!), I realized that a bucolic lifestyle would suit me just fine and that perhaps I could still take advantage of the great experiences a city had to offer knowing I was returning to seemingly less crazy haven at the end of the day.
Bucolic
\byü-‘kä-lik\ adj 1: of or relating to shepherds or herdsman : pastoral 2: relating to or typical of rural life
I have become a pro at either dodging the inevitable “where do you see yourself in five years?” (specifically centered around career) question or artfully creating an answer that only I know to be utter and complete bullshit. I am not usually adept at avoiding these more often than not awkward situations, so it is definitely fair to say that I spend the majority of my time lying…
However there is one question to which I know the answer; that being where do I see myself living, settling, raising a family. I used to be certain I would make a life for myself in a city. Growing up only a half hour outside what could arguably be known as the greatest city on Earth, I developed a deep sense of appreciation for the energy, the grandiose ideas of success often accompanied by city life. Yet, as I grew older, and experienced commuting into the city (even though it was once a week, it was still exhausting!), I realized that a bucolic lifestyle would suit me just fine and that perhaps I could still take advantage of the great experiences a city had to offer knowing I was returning to seemingly less crazy haven at the end of the day.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
MARTINET
March 29, 2010
Martinet
\’mär-te-‘net\ n 1: a strict disciplinarian 2: a person who stresses a rigid adherence to the details of forms and methods*
I first tried getting into the famed scriptwriting class sophomore year. It was not until my second semester senior year that I finally made it into the class. I was so psyched and couldn’t wait to further my knowledge about a topic that I knew nothing about yet was certain it was something I wanted to implement into my career somehow.
The first day of class, after reading the syllabus, (after a while they all started looking alike), we were introduced to the scriptwriting phenomenon. My professor made it perfectly clear that we could have the best idea in the world but if we pitched it in the incorrect format, we would “have it thrown back in our face.” I was scared yet curious…little did I know…
Our professor turned out to be a format martinet, constantly marking us down due to wrong format. It was discouraging yet it trained our eyes and enabled us to be better at the craft we so desperately wanted to master. We dreaded getting our papers back, yet craved the red marks, proof that we were yearning to do better and that perhaps even though we were not skilled artisans in scriptwriting, we were well on our way…
*second letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Martinet
\’mär-te-‘net\ n 1: a strict disciplinarian 2: a person who stresses a rigid adherence to the details of forms and methods*
I first tried getting into the famed scriptwriting class sophomore year. It was not until my second semester senior year that I finally made it into the class. I was so psyched and couldn’t wait to further my knowledge about a topic that I knew nothing about yet was certain it was something I wanted to implement into my career somehow.
The first day of class, after reading the syllabus, (after a while they all started looking alike), we were introduced to the scriptwriting phenomenon. My professor made it perfectly clear that we could have the best idea in the world but if we pitched it in the incorrect format, we would “have it thrown back in our face.” I was scared yet curious…little did I know…
Our professor turned out to be a format martinet, constantly marking us down due to wrong format. It was discouraging yet it trained our eyes and enabled us to be better at the craft we so desperately wanted to master. We dreaded getting our papers back, yet craved the red marks, proof that we were yearning to do better and that perhaps even though we were not skilled artisans in scriptwriting, we were well on our way…
*second letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
GOSSAMER
March 28, 2010
Gossamer
\’gä-se-mer\ adj : extremely light, delicate, or tenuous*
It had been a great day. They had met in the city for lunch and then went to the Central Park Zoo and walked around Battery Park for the afternoon. She had brought along her camera and was like a kid in the candy store; wanting to capture every delectable moment. He was mesmerized by her and her calm, easy-going demeanor and when seeing her face light up after taking a great photo or laughing at something humorous he had said, he wanted to spend many more such days with her.
Claire was nervous. She hadn’t seen Adam in such a long time and when he called her saying he was in town and that he wanted to meet up, she felt a giddy sense of excitement. Agreeing to meet him at the ice cream shop, Serendipity, Claire started planning her outfit right down to her jewelry, even though this blessed event was a week away.
Adam’s throat was dry when he picked up the phone and dialed Claire’s number. He wasn’t even sure that this was still the right one. As soon as she answered in her sing-song voice, Adam knew what he had known to be true all along; he was in love. They talked for hours and he eventually asked her to meet him in the city next week for lunch. He was beyond excited, and nervous.
The sun was setting and Claire and Adam were heading to Grand Central to say goodbye. As Claire turned to walk toward her track, Adam grabbed her and whirled her around to face him. There was such passion in his eyes and Claire knew he was going to kiss her.
The gossamer kiss was soft and graceful yet made Claire tremble. Even though it was simple, it was still loaded with passion and enabled both Claire and Adam to blush. They broke their embrace, smiled at each other. Adam pushed a wisp of hair out of Claire’s face and grazed his thumb against her cheek. They then both turned and headed home.
*letters “e” are upside down creating sound of “uh”
Gossamer
\’gä-se-mer\ adj : extremely light, delicate, or tenuous*
It had been a great day. They had met in the city for lunch and then went to the Central Park Zoo and walked around Battery Park for the afternoon. She had brought along her camera and was like a kid in the candy store; wanting to capture every delectable moment. He was mesmerized by her and her calm, easy-going demeanor and when seeing her face light up after taking a great photo or laughing at something humorous he had said, he wanted to spend many more such days with her.
Claire was nervous. She hadn’t seen Adam in such a long time and when he called her saying he was in town and that he wanted to meet up, she felt a giddy sense of excitement. Agreeing to meet him at the ice cream shop, Serendipity, Claire started planning her outfit right down to her jewelry, even though this blessed event was a week away.
Adam’s throat was dry when he picked up the phone and dialed Claire’s number. He wasn’t even sure that this was still the right one. As soon as she answered in her sing-song voice, Adam knew what he had known to be true all along; he was in love. They talked for hours and he eventually asked her to meet him in the city next week for lunch. He was beyond excited, and nervous.
The sun was setting and Claire and Adam were heading to Grand Central to say goodbye. As Claire turned to walk toward her track, Adam grabbed her and whirled her around to face him. There was such passion in his eyes and Claire knew he was going to kiss her.
The gossamer kiss was soft and graceful yet made Claire tremble. Even though it was simple, it was still loaded with passion and enabled both Claire and Adam to blush. They broke their embrace, smiled at each other. Adam pushed a wisp of hair out of Claire’s face and grazed his thumb against her cheek. They then both turned and headed home.
*letters “e” are upside down creating sound of “uh”
PREDIAL
March 27, 2010
Predial
\’pre-de-el\ adj : of or relating to land or its products*
I have always loved the idea of a home surrounded by a large amount of land, somewhat ensconced among wheat fields and only a short distance from a body of water. I love hearing the sounds of nature and knowing that when I am in my home, I am at peace.
My cousin’s house on the island of Barbados epitomizes a predial domain. It is encased by wide gaping acres of land, and is a great playground for her dogs. The house itself is bright red with blue shutters and upon entering, her guest is in awe at each room’s different color. There are usually warm and welcoming smells coming from the kitchen or ice clinking in a glass at their built in bar. Outside, fresh mangos are ripe for the picking and the gravel in the driveway lets her know someone has arrived.
The beauty of this home is astounding and relaxes one the moment he or she steps foot on the property.
*third letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Predial
\’pre-de-el\ adj : of or relating to land or its products*
I have always loved the idea of a home surrounded by a large amount of land, somewhat ensconced among wheat fields and only a short distance from a body of water. I love hearing the sounds of nature and knowing that when I am in my home, I am at peace.
My cousin’s house on the island of Barbados epitomizes a predial domain. It is encased by wide gaping acres of land, and is a great playground for her dogs. The house itself is bright red with blue shutters and upon entering, her guest is in awe at each room’s different color. There are usually warm and welcoming smells coming from the kitchen or ice clinking in a glass at their built in bar. Outside, fresh mangos are ripe for the picking and the gravel in the driveway lets her know someone has arrived.
The beauty of this home is astounding and relaxes one the moment he or she steps foot on the property.
*third letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
OSTRACIZE
March 26, 2010
Ostracize
\’ä-stre-‘siz\ v : to exclude from a group by common consent*
I have always had a soft spot for kids who are ostracized by their peers. Experiencing this feeling of hopelessness and not belonging has allowed me to empathize with kids who currently go through it. I know that one day, these kids will stand up for their right to be heard and to be accepted within the group from which they are rejected.
It is known that many of these kids will seek alternative measures to belonging; being permanently ostracized has caused them great pain and the desire to “fit in” no longer appeals to them. These alternatives (suicide, violence in schools, drugs) should never be considered a solution due to the result of disruption it brings to our society. Let’s help these kids flourish not only in school, but with each other as they are members of our next generation, yearning to make a difference any way they know how.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Ostracize
\’ä-stre-‘siz\ v : to exclude from a group by common consent*
I have always had a soft spot for kids who are ostracized by their peers. Experiencing this feeling of hopelessness and not belonging has allowed me to empathize with kids who currently go through it. I know that one day, these kids will stand up for their right to be heard and to be accepted within the group from which they are rejected.
It is known that many of these kids will seek alternative measures to belonging; being permanently ostracized has caused them great pain and the desire to “fit in” no longer appeals to them. These alternatives (suicide, violence in schools, drugs) should never be considered a solution due to the result of disruption it brings to our society. Let’s help these kids flourish not only in school, but with each other as they are members of our next generation, yearning to make a difference any way they know how.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
KUNDALINI
March 25, 2010
Kundalini
\’kun-de-‘le-ne\ n, often capitalized : the yogic life force that is held to lie coiled at the base of the spine until it is aroused and sent to the head to trigger enlightenment*
I am never averse to trying new things; this becoming my mantra when asked if I wanted to try a yoga class with my co-worker. I was hesitant but thought I might as well, I have nothing to lose and it won’t hurt me. Let’s just say that it is definitely not my favorite form of exercise.
I walked into the classroom and was greeted enthusiastically by all the participants. I thought to myself that it wouldn’t be too bad and that whatever misconception I had about yoga had been just that – a misconception. I rolled out my mat and as we entered the first position, I remember thinking, “I am never averse to trying new things.”
An hour and a half later, I was dripping wet and frustrated that I couldn’t pull my leg through the opening my arm had created by grabbing my left foot let alone attaining Kundalini. I smiled when looked at and nodded when asked if I was ok. I have never watched the clock more intently.
*first letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Kundalini
\’kun-de-‘le-ne\ n, often capitalized : the yogic life force that is held to lie coiled at the base of the spine until it is aroused and sent to the head to trigger enlightenment*
I am never averse to trying new things; this becoming my mantra when asked if I wanted to try a yoga class with my co-worker. I was hesitant but thought I might as well, I have nothing to lose and it won’t hurt me. Let’s just say that it is definitely not my favorite form of exercise.
I walked into the classroom and was greeted enthusiastically by all the participants. I thought to myself that it wouldn’t be too bad and that whatever misconception I had about yoga had been just that – a misconception. I rolled out my mat and as we entered the first position, I remember thinking, “I am never averse to trying new things.”
An hour and a half later, I was dripping wet and frustrated that I couldn’t pull my leg through the opening my arm had created by grabbing my left foot let alone attaining Kundalini. I smiled when looked at and nodded when asked if I was ok. I have never watched the clock more intently.
*first letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
COZEN
March 24, 2010
Cozen
\’ke-zen\ v 1: to deceive, win over, or induce to do something by artful coaxing and wheedling or shrewd trickery 2: to gain by artful coaxing or tricky deception*
One of my favorite television shows to date is Dawson’s Creek. Even though it could very well be considered a teen soap, choc full of teenage angst and drama, many of my life lessons and advice have derived from the various episodes (all of which I have on box set). There was one particular character featured in the earlier episodes who purposely set out to hurt people and manipulate situations in her favor. I still shudder when I hear the name Abby Morgan.
Abby’s character was an individual who came across as vindictive and mean yet who had personal demons of her own to fight. She often cozened her classmates with dishonesty and falseness just so she could get her own way; however the audience notices that perhaps Abby is never truly happy even when she gets what she wants- thus reiterating what we (the nice kids) were taught: you definitely do catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.
*letters “e” are upside down creating sound of “uh”
Cozen
\’ke-zen\ v 1: to deceive, win over, or induce to do something by artful coaxing and wheedling or shrewd trickery 2: to gain by artful coaxing or tricky deception*
One of my favorite television shows to date is Dawson’s Creek. Even though it could very well be considered a teen soap, choc full of teenage angst and drama, many of my life lessons and advice have derived from the various episodes (all of which I have on box set). There was one particular character featured in the earlier episodes who purposely set out to hurt people and manipulate situations in her favor. I still shudder when I hear the name Abby Morgan.
Abby’s character was an individual who came across as vindictive and mean yet who had personal demons of her own to fight. She often cozened her classmates with dishonesty and falseness just so she could get her own way; however the audience notices that perhaps Abby is never truly happy even when she gets what she wants- thus reiterating what we (the nice kids) were taught: you definitely do catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.
*letters “e” are upside down creating sound of “uh”
SISYPHEAN
March 23, 2010
Sisyphean
\’si-se-‘fe-en\ adj : of, relating to, or suggestive of the labors of Sisyphus; specifically : requiring continual and often ineffective effort*
There are different afflictions that plague various people. One such affliction that has always been a hindrance to me and my academic career has been that of mathematics. I have never acquired a taste or a talent for this monster of a subject and thus have never succeeded in mastering it.
The Sisyphean attempts at trying to become a mathematical mastermind has almost always (ok, forget the almost) left me dazed and confused and more often than not, back at the proverbial square one. I have had extra time after class with teachers, tutors, diagnostic tests; none of these measures have inhibited my inability to wrap my brain around numbers and their convoluted meanings. The effort in conveying the written word however is always continual and everything but ineffective…
*second and fourth letter “e” are upside down creating sound of “uh”
Sisyphean
\’si-se-‘fe-en\ adj : of, relating to, or suggestive of the labors of Sisyphus; specifically : requiring continual and often ineffective effort*
There are different afflictions that plague various people. One such affliction that has always been a hindrance to me and my academic career has been that of mathematics. I have never acquired a taste or a talent for this monster of a subject and thus have never succeeded in mastering it.
The Sisyphean attempts at trying to become a mathematical mastermind has almost always (ok, forget the almost) left me dazed and confused and more often than not, back at the proverbial square one. I have had extra time after class with teachers, tutors, diagnostic tests; none of these measures have inhibited my inability to wrap my brain around numbers and their convoluted meanings. The effort in conveying the written word however is always continual and everything but ineffective…
*second and fourth letter “e” are upside down creating sound of “uh”
VELLEITY
March 22, 2010
Velleity
\ve-‘le-e-te\ n 1: the lowest degree of volition 2: a slight wish or tendency : inclination*
I speak about plans for my future; to friends, family, people I don’t even know well. However perhaps the mentality I employ is, if I vocalize my dreams, they will just magically come true. Call it what you will- idealism, naivete, or maybe just plain laziness.
There is nothing I want more than to succeed; whether that be through getting yet another higher education degree, starting a better job, or moving into my first apartment. Possibly because I do not act upon these desires, yet just recite them, they could be considered just mere velleities-seeds of hope and aspiration that have no chance of growing if not nurtured diligently.
*first and third letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Velleity
\ve-‘le-e-te\ n 1: the lowest degree of volition 2: a slight wish or tendency : inclination*
I speak about plans for my future; to friends, family, people I don’t even know well. However perhaps the mentality I employ is, if I vocalize my dreams, they will just magically come true. Call it what you will- idealism, naivete, or maybe just plain laziness.
There is nothing I want more than to succeed; whether that be through getting yet another higher education degree, starting a better job, or moving into my first apartment. Possibly because I do not act upon these desires, yet just recite them, they could be considered just mere velleities-seeds of hope and aspiration that have no chance of growing if not nurtured diligently.
*first and third letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Sunday, March 21, 2010
PROFFER
March 21, 2010
Proffer
\’prä-fer\ v : to present for acceptance : tender or offer*
Lately honesty seems to be dead and buried specifically among our politicians. Every time I hear of a new individual who is cheating on his wife, trying to cover up the latest scandal or acting illegally on behalf of one of his or her staff members, I shake my head and realize this is probably why some people don’t vote.
From Elliot Spitzer and his involvement in the prostitution ring to our present Governor Patterson, the idea that when one gets a title, he or she stops doing the work is strongly brought to fruition. I have always stated that whatever happens behind closed doors within a public figure’s private life in no way impacts me, however the moment hypocrisy becomes part of the deal, my trust and loyalty have been severely diminished if not totally eradicated.
A few weeks ago, on the front page of one of the newspapers, I read an article (in the form of a mock letter) mandating that Governor Patterson proffer his resignation. I think it was a great and ballsy attempt to get the public to see that it may not be just this individual’s idea that a politician should be a figure of positivity but society’s at large.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Proffer
\’prä-fer\ v : to present for acceptance : tender or offer*
Lately honesty seems to be dead and buried specifically among our politicians. Every time I hear of a new individual who is cheating on his wife, trying to cover up the latest scandal or acting illegally on behalf of one of his or her staff members, I shake my head and realize this is probably why some people don’t vote.
From Elliot Spitzer and his involvement in the prostitution ring to our present Governor Patterson, the idea that when one gets a title, he or she stops doing the work is strongly brought to fruition. I have always stated that whatever happens behind closed doors within a public figure’s private life in no way impacts me, however the moment hypocrisy becomes part of the deal, my trust and loyalty have been severely diminished if not totally eradicated.
A few weeks ago, on the front page of one of the newspapers, I read an article (in the form of a mock letter) mandating that Governor Patterson proffer his resignation. I think it was a great and ballsy attempt to get the public to see that it may not be just this individual’s idea that a politician should be a figure of positivity but society’s at large.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
DUPLICITY
March 20, 2010
Duplicity
\du-‘pli-se-te\ n: the disguising of true intentions by deceptive words or action*
She had finally fallen in love. He was kind, smart, altruistic and above all a perfect match to her personality. They complemented each other well and knew that there was such a thing as “long-term” for them. During what was commonly known as the “honeymoon phase,” they would spend countless hours together and never tire of each other’s company. There was no awkward moments, no conversations with endless lulls, no harsh words. They had their disagreements and often butted heads, but always respectfully and never without an apology for unkind exchanges. There was no sign of duplicity within the relationship and both she and he were satisfied with their choice for their life partners.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Duplicity
\du-‘pli-se-te\ n: the disguising of true intentions by deceptive words or action*
She had finally fallen in love. He was kind, smart, altruistic and above all a perfect match to her personality. They complemented each other well and knew that there was such a thing as “long-term” for them. During what was commonly known as the “honeymoon phase,” they would spend countless hours together and never tire of each other’s company. There was no awkward moments, no conversations with endless lulls, no harsh words. They had their disagreements and often butted heads, but always respectfully and never without an apology for unkind exchanges. There was no sign of duplicity within the relationship and both she and he were satisfied with their choice for their life partners.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
GRAVITATE
March 19, 2010
Gravitate
\’gra-ve-‘tat\ v 1: to move under the influence of gravitation 2a: to move toward something b: to be drawn or attracted especially by natural inclination
Grocery shopping is the bane of my existence. Not only do I have to allot myself enough time to get to the store (the one near me is filthy, thus forcing me to travel out of my way), but I also have to create a list, remember my bonus card and try not to succumb to the mounting anxiety in regards to my finances.
I usually go early in the morning so that I can fully concentrate without the crowds and in enough time to make it back for work. Food shopping, while not overly pleasant has been a rather quick experience for me. I enter the store, work my way around the back while grabbing what I know is in short supply, while occasionally glancing at my list.
However, because I have been recently trying to adopt a healthier approach to eating and maintaining a well-balanced diet, I am training my eyes not to roam, my body not to gravitate toward the members of the eatable community that have been deemed “unhealthy.” I still am a sucker for tortilla chips and spinach dip though; that is a weakness that will perhaps never be redeemed.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Gravitate
\’gra-ve-‘tat\ v 1: to move under the influence of gravitation 2a: to move toward something b: to be drawn or attracted especially by natural inclination
Grocery shopping is the bane of my existence. Not only do I have to allot myself enough time to get to the store (the one near me is filthy, thus forcing me to travel out of my way), but I also have to create a list, remember my bonus card and try not to succumb to the mounting anxiety in regards to my finances.
I usually go early in the morning so that I can fully concentrate without the crowds and in enough time to make it back for work. Food shopping, while not overly pleasant has been a rather quick experience for me. I enter the store, work my way around the back while grabbing what I know is in short supply, while occasionally glancing at my list.
However, because I have been recently trying to adopt a healthier approach to eating and maintaining a well-balanced diet, I am training my eyes not to roam, my body not to gravitate toward the members of the eatable community that have been deemed “unhealthy.” I still am a sucker for tortilla chips and spinach dip though; that is a weakness that will perhaps never be redeemed.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Thursday, March 18, 2010
CAVIL
March 18, 2010
Cavil
\’ka-vel\ v : to raise trivial and frivolous objection*
I was never a reality T.V. junkie. I am sad to say I have become one as of late. My guilty pleasure (and it does shame me to say this), is the series of the Real Housewives. All of them. These women are ridiculous, their lives are ridiculous and so are their spouses (some of these husbands need their own show). Shall we say drama?
There is always some sort of conflict and after a crazy day at work, sitting down and bearing witness to these dysfunctional lives makes me feel a little more at ease that my life is really “normal.” These women are the queens of high society yet cavil so much that the majority of the hour spent watching this ludicrous nonsense revolves around cat-fights and tears. My how I love it!
Ahh Real Housewives of NY is about to come on…wonder what production will ensue during another charity auction?
*letter “e” is upside down resulting in sound of “uh”
Cavil
\’ka-vel\ v : to raise trivial and frivolous objection*
I was never a reality T.V. junkie. I am sad to say I have become one as of late. My guilty pleasure (and it does shame me to say this), is the series of the Real Housewives. All of them. These women are ridiculous, their lives are ridiculous and so are their spouses (some of these husbands need their own show). Shall we say drama?
There is always some sort of conflict and after a crazy day at work, sitting down and bearing witness to these dysfunctional lives makes me feel a little more at ease that my life is really “normal.” These women are the queens of high society yet cavil so much that the majority of the hour spent watching this ludicrous nonsense revolves around cat-fights and tears. My how I love it!
Ahh Real Housewives of NY is about to come on…wonder what production will ensue during another charity auction?
*letter “e” is upside down resulting in sound of “uh”
UBIQUITOUS
March 17, 2010
Ubiquitous
\yü-‘bi-kwe-tes\ adj : existing or being everywhere at the same time : constantly encountered : widespread*
I have always loved the color green. There is no set reason as to why this color makes me happy; it just does. Today, in honor of St. Patrick’s Day, there were ubiquitous articles of clothing sporting this awesome color.
While at work, I smiled at the little children coming in, getting ready for dance class, being allowed to wear their green sweaters and leg warmers. I complimented a young boy on his t-shirt with a green tie printed on it. I tried to sound grateful and not horrified when a mother offered me her green polka-dotted scarf to wear because she noticed, as did I (for the first time all day) that green was not a color that had been a choice in my wardrobe selection that morning…let’s just say my cheeks were not green (as that would have been a sure sign of illness), but a rosy red from having my fashion faux pas be so blatantly noticed.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Ubiquitous
\yü-‘bi-kwe-tes\ adj : existing or being everywhere at the same time : constantly encountered : widespread*
I have always loved the color green. There is no set reason as to why this color makes me happy; it just does. Today, in honor of St. Patrick’s Day, there were ubiquitous articles of clothing sporting this awesome color.
While at work, I smiled at the little children coming in, getting ready for dance class, being allowed to wear their green sweaters and leg warmers. I complimented a young boy on his t-shirt with a green tie printed on it. I tried to sound grateful and not horrified when a mother offered me her green polka-dotted scarf to wear because she noticed, as did I (for the first time all day) that green was not a color that had been a choice in my wardrobe selection that morning…let’s just say my cheeks were not green (as that would have been a sure sign of illness), but a rosy red from having my fashion faux pas be so blatantly noticed.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
PILGARLIC
March 16, 2010
Pilgarlic
\pil-‘gär-lik\ n 1a: a bald head b: a bald-headed man 2: a man looked upon with humorous contempt or mock pity
“It’s ok, he has no hair.” That was the running joke in my house whenever my dad looked befuddled at our latest joke or side comment. It wasn’t as if he had completely no hair or a receding hairline, he just had this wispy middle accompanied by thick hair on the sides…an unusual mix if you ask me.
My dad wasn’t always a pilgarlic (and no that’s not a rude name), I have seen pictures of his younger days in the islands and on the ships; his smile always escorted by a full head of hair. I spent the better part of my years (when I wasn’t teasing him) wondering why the hair had disappeared. It never looked odd to me yet I could not come up with a good enough reason, although old age had crossed my mind, but my dad was always a sprightly kind.
Over the years, we had our disagreements and arguments and we most certainly did not see eye to eye on many issues. However we could both concede that the absence of my dad’s hair was a pretty funny occurrence and was a permanent whipping boy for all of our jokes.
It never occurred to me that perhaps my dad’s hair loss had something to do with me…
Pilgarlic
\pil-‘gär-lik\ n 1a: a bald head b: a bald-headed man 2: a man looked upon with humorous contempt or mock pity
“It’s ok, he has no hair.” That was the running joke in my house whenever my dad looked befuddled at our latest joke or side comment. It wasn’t as if he had completely no hair or a receding hairline, he just had this wispy middle accompanied by thick hair on the sides…an unusual mix if you ask me.
My dad wasn’t always a pilgarlic (and no that’s not a rude name), I have seen pictures of his younger days in the islands and on the ships; his smile always escorted by a full head of hair. I spent the better part of my years (when I wasn’t teasing him) wondering why the hair had disappeared. It never looked odd to me yet I could not come up with a good enough reason, although old age had crossed my mind, but my dad was always a sprightly kind.
Over the years, we had our disagreements and arguments and we most certainly did not see eye to eye on many issues. However we could both concede that the absence of my dad’s hair was a pretty funny occurrence and was a permanent whipping boy for all of our jokes.
It never occurred to me that perhaps my dad’s hair loss had something to do with me…
Monday, March 15, 2010
LITOTES
March 15, 2010
Litotes
\’li-te-‘tez\ n : understatement in which an affirmative is expressed by the negative of the contrary*
I have seen many complex words and definitions during the course of this project, however I must admit this particular definition had me shaking my head, befuddled. For people who do not like exaggeration, expressing themselves through the use of litotes could definitely be deemed appropriate.
I associate litotes with an inability or unwillingness to show emotion or be overly expressive. After working an entire Saturday after having no sleep, when asked by my mother if I was ok, I responded by saying I wasn’t as awake as I would have liked when I wanted to scream and say that I was beyond exhausted.
When it’s that inevitable time of the month and I am the last person humanity wants to interact with, I characterize my volatile behavior by saying that I’m not in the best mood today when deep inside I want to utter expletives and rip a person’s head off for looking at me.
Litotes are those weird forms of expressions primarily found and utilized in the English language. It’s pretty interesting…(by that I mean It’s totally wicked cool!)
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Litotes
\’li-te-‘tez\ n : understatement in which an affirmative is expressed by the negative of the contrary*
I have seen many complex words and definitions during the course of this project, however I must admit this particular definition had me shaking my head, befuddled. For people who do not like exaggeration, expressing themselves through the use of litotes could definitely be deemed appropriate.
I associate litotes with an inability or unwillingness to show emotion or be overly expressive. After working an entire Saturday after having no sleep, when asked by my mother if I was ok, I responded by saying I wasn’t as awake as I would have liked when I wanted to scream and say that I was beyond exhausted.
When it’s that inevitable time of the month and I am the last person humanity wants to interact with, I characterize my volatile behavior by saying that I’m not in the best mood today when deep inside I want to utter expletives and rip a person’s head off for looking at me.
Litotes are those weird forms of expressions primarily found and utilized in the English language. It’s pretty interesting…(by that I mean It’s totally wicked cool!)
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
VICTUAL
March 14, 2010
Victual
\’vi-tel\ n 1: food usable by people 2 plural : supplies of food : provisions*
Throughout this verbal voyage for the past two months, I have encountered many intriguing words and their meanings. I have tried to fit them into my life by using them in my personal stories and into the lives of others by attempting to make them easily relatable. The history surrounding the idea of victuals is quite interesting and the irony of the word’s origin makes me satisfied.
Victual (as the definition above states), is a word used to describe supplies of food or provisions. Despite the environment in which an individual receives food, the act of eating results in nourishment therefore sustaining members of society regardless of the way they are obtaining said meals; soup kitchens, shelters, school holiday breakfasts or even at your breakfast nook in your home. Nourishment is crucial to survival.
The irony appears when looking at the origin of the word; victual deriving from the Latin noun victus, which means nourishment (Page-a-Day Calendar by Workman Publishing). The word victus has given birth and nourished a new form of the word, which in turn conveys the meaning of giving back and providing nourishment. Perhaps if we adopted the attitude of paying it forward in life, we not only would be supplying good deeds but possibly receiving something more out of it instead.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Victual
\’vi-tel\ n 1: food usable by people 2 plural : supplies of food : provisions*
Throughout this verbal voyage for the past two months, I have encountered many intriguing words and their meanings. I have tried to fit them into my life by using them in my personal stories and into the lives of others by attempting to make them easily relatable. The history surrounding the idea of victuals is quite interesting and the irony of the word’s origin makes me satisfied.
Victual (as the definition above states), is a word used to describe supplies of food or provisions. Despite the environment in which an individual receives food, the act of eating results in nourishment therefore sustaining members of society regardless of the way they are obtaining said meals; soup kitchens, shelters, school holiday breakfasts or even at your breakfast nook in your home. Nourishment is crucial to survival.
The irony appears when looking at the origin of the word; victual deriving from the Latin noun victus, which means nourishment (Page-a-Day Calendar by Workman Publishing). The word victus has given birth and nourished a new form of the word, which in turn conveys the meaning of giving back and providing nourishment. Perhaps if we adopted the attitude of paying it forward in life, we not only would be supplying good deeds but possibly receiving something more out of it instead.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
DENIGRATE
March 13, 2010
Denigrate
\’de-ni-‘grat\ v 1: to attack the reputation of : defame 2: to deny the importance or validity of : belittle
I like to believe that I am the type of person who stands up for what I believe in even though, at times, it may not seem like the most popular choice. I have fought for a myriad of things in my life from programming to the implementation of the study of a particular culture and the journey (while more often than not, arduous), taught me what it is to believe in something and to be willing to pass that on to my fellow leaders.
During my junior year of high school, I was appointed to serve as the editor of the newspaper. Shocked yet happy, I promptly took on appropriate duties and worked hard to prove myself. As the year went on and certain situations occurred, I found myself in a convoluted dilemma that required me to stand up to the moderator in hopes of demanding some respect for the stance I had taken on a specific issue. The exchange between teacher and student did not go over well and if I had thought that it would all blow over, I was sadly mistaken.
The following year I had applied for a position within the National Honor Society. Due to an accumulation of various factors, I had been turned down. I scheduled a meeting with the head of the board and inquired as to why I had not been accepted. She explained the other factors, and then proceeded to tell me that I had received an unfavorable recommendation from one of the board members. A feeling had settled in the pit of my stomach and even though I knew, I wanted proof.
Indeed I was right! The letter was from that teacher who had been “disrespected” the year before. Not only was the letter harsh, it was an unflattering depiction of what she thought my character consisted of; denigrating my integrity for the rest of the board to peruse. I was mortified! Never in my whole life had I been treated that way by an adult; someone who prided themselves on being a positive role model for her students and who taught Religion for heaven’s sake!
I may not have been granted an opening in the National Honor Society, however I still believe that the action I so strongly believed in and stood up for was not for naught. I’ve learned not everyone will always agree with what one has to say or do, but that should never serve as an obstacle to not asserting one’s convictions.
Denigrate
\’de-ni-‘grat\ v 1: to attack the reputation of : defame 2: to deny the importance or validity of : belittle
I like to believe that I am the type of person who stands up for what I believe in even though, at times, it may not seem like the most popular choice. I have fought for a myriad of things in my life from programming to the implementation of the study of a particular culture and the journey (while more often than not, arduous), taught me what it is to believe in something and to be willing to pass that on to my fellow leaders.
During my junior year of high school, I was appointed to serve as the editor of the newspaper. Shocked yet happy, I promptly took on appropriate duties and worked hard to prove myself. As the year went on and certain situations occurred, I found myself in a convoluted dilemma that required me to stand up to the moderator in hopes of demanding some respect for the stance I had taken on a specific issue. The exchange between teacher and student did not go over well and if I had thought that it would all blow over, I was sadly mistaken.
The following year I had applied for a position within the National Honor Society. Due to an accumulation of various factors, I had been turned down. I scheduled a meeting with the head of the board and inquired as to why I had not been accepted. She explained the other factors, and then proceeded to tell me that I had received an unfavorable recommendation from one of the board members. A feeling had settled in the pit of my stomach and even though I knew, I wanted proof.
Indeed I was right! The letter was from that teacher who had been “disrespected” the year before. Not only was the letter harsh, it was an unflattering depiction of what she thought my character consisted of; denigrating my integrity for the rest of the board to peruse. I was mortified! Never in my whole life had I been treated that way by an adult; someone who prided themselves on being a positive role model for her students and who taught Religion for heaven’s sake!
I may not have been granted an opening in the National Honor Society, however I still believe that the action I so strongly believed in and stood up for was not for naught. I’ve learned not everyone will always agree with what one has to say or do, but that should never serve as an obstacle to not asserting one’s convictions.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
CHIN-WAG
March 12, 2010
Chin-wag
\’chin-‘wag\ n, slang : a conversation or chat
I love conversing with people. I am an extroverted person by nature and to engage in chats (despite their relevance to my everyday life), enriches my experience getting to know that person. I love all types of dialogues, whether they are debates, spiritual revelations or just chin-wags in a Starbucks. Men and women’s ability to interact with each other is what makes us able to establish relationships and maintain them; the tool of communication perhaps being the most important catalyst in achieving this goal.
Chin-wag
\’chin-‘wag\ n, slang : a conversation or chat
I love conversing with people. I am an extroverted person by nature and to engage in chats (despite their relevance to my everyday life), enriches my experience getting to know that person. I love all types of dialogues, whether they are debates, spiritual revelations or just chin-wags in a Starbucks. Men and women’s ability to interact with each other is what makes us able to establish relationships and maintain them; the tool of communication perhaps being the most important catalyst in achieving this goal.
MORDACIOUS
March 11, 2010
Mordacious
\mor-‘da-shes\ adj 1: biting or given to biting 2: biting or sharp in manner or style : caustic*
There are many people in this world with varying personalities. There are those individuals whom you love to interact with and then there are those who rattle you and make your eagerness to help quickly diminish by the second. More often than not, these individuals are mothers; creatures of a different breed, creatures that have an innate ability to protect their offspring and to make your life a living hell if you threaten their copasetic balance.
It was a crazy Thursday at work and due our policy, a little girl whose mother had not arrived to pick her up yet came to sit with me behind the front desk. I was so busy, I barely noticed her or the phone constantly ringing off the hook…
I finally had a minute to breathe and the phone rang yet again. I contemplated ignoring it this time, however something told me to answer it. On the other end, a mother was panicked and was talking a mile a minute, worried sick that she wasn’t there to pick up her beloved daughter. I tried to calm her down by reassuring her that Susie** was indeed behind the desk with me. Well, apparently she didn’t really care about Susie’s whereabouts but more about yelling at me, because she ripped into me like I was a murderer demanding ransom for her beloved child.
I quietly put this mordacious monster in her place and hung up the phone; ready to be done with babysitting Susie and answering irate phone calls.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
**name changed
Mordacious
\mor-‘da-shes\ adj 1: biting or given to biting 2: biting or sharp in manner or style : caustic*
There are many people in this world with varying personalities. There are those individuals whom you love to interact with and then there are those who rattle you and make your eagerness to help quickly diminish by the second. More often than not, these individuals are mothers; creatures of a different breed, creatures that have an innate ability to protect their offspring and to make your life a living hell if you threaten their copasetic balance.
It was a crazy Thursday at work and due our policy, a little girl whose mother had not arrived to pick her up yet came to sit with me behind the front desk. I was so busy, I barely noticed her or the phone constantly ringing off the hook…
I finally had a minute to breathe and the phone rang yet again. I contemplated ignoring it this time, however something told me to answer it. On the other end, a mother was panicked and was talking a mile a minute, worried sick that she wasn’t there to pick up her beloved daughter. I tried to calm her down by reassuring her that Susie** was indeed behind the desk with me. Well, apparently she didn’t really care about Susie’s whereabouts but more about yelling at me, because she ripped into me like I was a murderer demanding ransom for her beloved child.
I quietly put this mordacious monster in her place and hung up the phone; ready to be done with babysitting Susie and answering irate phone calls.
*letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
**name changed
ADULATE
March 10, 2010
Adulate
\’a-je-‘lat\ v : to flatter or admire excessively or slavishly*
The lights are flashing brightly, so brightly that I have to remind myself not to close my eyes. People are calling my name and in between the brilliant flashes of the cameras, I see what seems like millions of hands waving at me, trying to get my attention. I am walking arm in arm with one of the most handsome men on the red carpet and his smile is just as dazzling as the flashing lights.
I am wearing a dress specifically designed for me by Oscar de la Renta; a sleek black halter with small to large Swarovski crystals decorating the low front and back of the gown. My hair is upswept into a French twist and I feel confident and posied; beautiful.
I smile for my last press photo and head over to the hosts from Access Hollywood who are so intent on adulating me on my appearance that they forget the real reason as to why I am there; my performance. I thank them graciously and blush at their adoration. I whisk my date away and manage to find my seat inside the huge arena. This is what I have dreamt about…
* letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
Adulate
\’a-je-‘lat\ v : to flatter or admire excessively or slavishly*
The lights are flashing brightly, so brightly that I have to remind myself not to close my eyes. People are calling my name and in between the brilliant flashes of the cameras, I see what seems like millions of hands waving at me, trying to get my attention. I am walking arm in arm with one of the most handsome men on the red carpet and his smile is just as dazzling as the flashing lights.
I am wearing a dress specifically designed for me by Oscar de la Renta; a sleek black halter with small to large Swarovski crystals decorating the low front and back of the gown. My hair is upswept into a French twist and I feel confident and posied; beautiful.
I smile for my last press photo and head over to the hosts from Access Hollywood who are so intent on adulating me on my appearance that they forget the real reason as to why I am there; my performance. I thank them graciously and blush at their adoration. I whisk my date away and manage to find my seat inside the huge arena. This is what I have dreamt about…
* letter “e” is upside down creating sound of “uh”
KITCHEN CABINET
March 9, 2010
Kitchen Cabinet
\’ki-chen-‘kab-nit\ n 1: an informal group of advisers to one in a position of power 2: a cupboard for use in a kitchen*
I have a “thing” about open cabinet doors, specifically in the kitchen. They bug me. They bug me so much that when I lived with my parents, my dad would purposely open all the kitchen cabinet doors just to push my buttons; and oh, did it work. There’s nothing wrong with me, I swear, I just like the sound of a door shutting. Perhaps it is its message of finality, or perhaps it’s paranoia, you choose.
One day I was making a sandwich and went to replace the bread in its rightful place. I shut the cupboard door and went about my merry way. About an hour later, upon entering the kitchen, I noticed the cabinet door was open. I quickly put my back against the wall and scanned for a predator lurking nearby in the shadows (ok, my best friend’s fears are rubbing off on me) and when assured that no one was going to leap out at me, approached the cabinet with caution. I shut the door and it opened again, this mundane activity, taking place for what seemed like forever until I got the point that it just wasn’t meant to be.
That door is still open and sometimes I still check behind the shower curtain for that so-called predator…
* letter “e” is upside down creating “uh” sound
Kitchen Cabinet
\’ki-chen-‘kab-nit\ n 1: an informal group of advisers to one in a position of power 2: a cupboard for use in a kitchen*
I have a “thing” about open cabinet doors, specifically in the kitchen. They bug me. They bug me so much that when I lived with my parents, my dad would purposely open all the kitchen cabinet doors just to push my buttons; and oh, did it work. There’s nothing wrong with me, I swear, I just like the sound of a door shutting. Perhaps it is its message of finality, or perhaps it’s paranoia, you choose.
One day I was making a sandwich and went to replace the bread in its rightful place. I shut the cupboard door and went about my merry way. About an hour later, upon entering the kitchen, I noticed the cabinet door was open. I quickly put my back against the wall and scanned for a predator lurking nearby in the shadows (ok, my best friend’s fears are rubbing off on me) and when assured that no one was going to leap out at me, approached the cabinet with caution. I shut the door and it opened again, this mundane activity, taking place for what seemed like forever until I got the point that it just wasn’t meant to be.
That door is still open and sometimes I still check behind the shower curtain for that so-called predator…
* letter “e” is upside down creating “uh” sound
TORPOR
March 8, 2010
Torpor
\’tor-per\ n 1: a state of mental and motor inactivity with partial or total insensibility 2: apathy or dullness*
My two year college graduation anniversary is approaching. I have welcomed change and have been willing to secede to circumstances of which I am not in charge; letting them mold and dictate my life. It has been very easy to remain in my present situation and to establish routine for myself, for routine is how I operate best.
However in this instance, routine can become a dangerous foe, creating a malignant torpor that will stagnate my growth as a potential professional woman. It has been profoundly effortless to grow accustomed to my present living and working conditions and while I am not happy in either, the ability to remain stuck often wins over the ability to seek other opportunities.
I have discussed the job market and unfair state of affairs with friends and family, bitched and complained, everything short of shouting out loud (ok, who am I kidding, I’ve definitely done that too), and unless I can shake the omnipresent feeling of frustration, the monotonous schedule that has become my “daily routine” will continue and hopes of eradicating the vicious cycle will cease to exist.
* letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
Torpor
\’tor-per\ n 1: a state of mental and motor inactivity with partial or total insensibility 2: apathy or dullness*
My two year college graduation anniversary is approaching. I have welcomed change and have been willing to secede to circumstances of which I am not in charge; letting them mold and dictate my life. It has been very easy to remain in my present situation and to establish routine for myself, for routine is how I operate best.
However in this instance, routine can become a dangerous foe, creating a malignant torpor that will stagnate my growth as a potential professional woman. It has been profoundly effortless to grow accustomed to my present living and working conditions and while I am not happy in either, the ability to remain stuck often wins over the ability to seek other opportunities.
I have discussed the job market and unfair state of affairs with friends and family, bitched and complained, everything short of shouting out loud (ok, who am I kidding, I’ve definitely done that too), and unless I can shake the omnipresent feeling of frustration, the monotonous schedule that has become my “daily routine” will continue and hopes of eradicating the vicious cycle will cease to exist.
* letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
Monday, March 8, 2010
ILK
March 7, 2010
Ilk
\’ilk\ n : sort or kind
I am searching for a place to belong, a company that wants my talent instead of my counterpart’s, a man who wants my brain instead of my looks, eventually a family who wants my love and support instead of just my income. I am looking for a place to call my own, to nurture it and let it grow on its own while allowing others to contribute to its growth. I am waiting patiently to come across that inevitable “in,” to become established while still being able to remember my roots.
While I search for a place to belong, I want to avoid becoming trapped and labeled as a member of an ilk that is no longer recognized by the future generations; that has faded and is no longer useful…
Ilk
\’ilk\ n : sort or kind
I am searching for a place to belong, a company that wants my talent instead of my counterpart’s, a man who wants my brain instead of my looks, eventually a family who wants my love and support instead of just my income. I am looking for a place to call my own, to nurture it and let it grow on its own while allowing others to contribute to its growth. I am waiting patiently to come across that inevitable “in,” to become established while still being able to remember my roots.
While I search for a place to belong, I want to avoid becoming trapped and labeled as a member of an ilk that is no longer recognized by the future generations; that has faded and is no longer useful…
CRAPULOUS
March 6, 2010
Crapulous
\’kra-pye-les\ adj 1: marked by intemperance especially in eating or drinking 2: sick from excessive indulgence in liquor*
Drinking has never really been a main staple in my life. I like the occasional social drink here and there but to have a crapulous interest in exhibiting topsy-turvy behavior due to repeated intoxication is definitely not my idea of a good time.
There were many kids when in college that drank excessively and that had a good time doing it. Their actions could’ve been a result of many reasons; finding themselves in an environment in which they could finally let loose not fearing being severely grounded by their parents, trying to forget a problem whether it be a break-up, a bad grade or a roommate situation, or it could be just due to the fact that they like to get drunk for absolutely no reason at all.
Whatever reason it be, I knew I hated sitting next to the kid who was so hung-over that a shower was not a possibility therefore reeking sweat and booze. I remember thinking to myself, what’s fun about that??
*letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
Crapulous
\’kra-pye-les\ adj 1: marked by intemperance especially in eating or drinking 2: sick from excessive indulgence in liquor*
Drinking has never really been a main staple in my life. I like the occasional social drink here and there but to have a crapulous interest in exhibiting topsy-turvy behavior due to repeated intoxication is definitely not my idea of a good time.
There were many kids when in college that drank excessively and that had a good time doing it. Their actions could’ve been a result of many reasons; finding themselves in an environment in which they could finally let loose not fearing being severely grounded by their parents, trying to forget a problem whether it be a break-up, a bad grade or a roommate situation, or it could be just due to the fact that they like to get drunk for absolutely no reason at all.
Whatever reason it be, I knew I hated sitting next to the kid who was so hung-over that a shower was not a possibility therefore reeking sweat and booze. I remember thinking to myself, what’s fun about that??
*letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
PENCHANT
March 5, 2010
Penchant
\’pen-chent\ n : a strong and continued inclination; broadly : a liking*
As I have grown older, my tastes have changed; I have developed new hobbies such as fine-tuning my photography, maintaining my blog, and cleaning my house more than once every three months. Although, there is one penchant that has always been a part of my life and will probably continue to ease my stress by allowing me to enter into different character’s worlds.
I love to read. I have always loved it, the first piece I remember being a short story of Rohl Dahl’s and reading it aloud to my dad while sitting at the kitchen table awaiting my breakfast. I was five. Reading has been like a second home to me, permitting me to escape in to fictional worlds and, (as I got older), circumstances and environments that couldn’t be more real and that I was grateful to not have had encounter them before I was ready.
Dr. Seuss thrilled me with his rhymes and when I grew tired of his childish games, I settled for sitting on the edge of my seat with R.L. Stine in my hands, awaiting the next thriller in the Goosebumps series. My literary journeys soon encompassed more mature storytellers such as Mary Higgins Clark and James Patterson. Within the last two years, my passion for absorbing the written word has progressed and now I love quirky novels that may not have been featured in the local magazine but that which make me laugh, cry or deeply ponder life’s dealings.
As I grow older, I know that my ability to obtain knowledge through someone else’s views will continue to evolve and enable me to get lost on the streets of Germany or in the labyrinth of the Catecombs while trying to decipher a hidden message…
second letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
Penchant
\’pen-chent\ n : a strong and continued inclination; broadly : a liking*
As I have grown older, my tastes have changed; I have developed new hobbies such as fine-tuning my photography, maintaining my blog, and cleaning my house more than once every three months. Although, there is one penchant that has always been a part of my life and will probably continue to ease my stress by allowing me to enter into different character’s worlds.
I love to read. I have always loved it, the first piece I remember being a short story of Rohl Dahl’s and reading it aloud to my dad while sitting at the kitchen table awaiting my breakfast. I was five. Reading has been like a second home to me, permitting me to escape in to fictional worlds and, (as I got older), circumstances and environments that couldn’t be more real and that I was grateful to not have had encounter them before I was ready.
Dr. Seuss thrilled me with his rhymes and when I grew tired of his childish games, I settled for sitting on the edge of my seat with R.L. Stine in my hands, awaiting the next thriller in the Goosebumps series. My literary journeys soon encompassed more mature storytellers such as Mary Higgins Clark and James Patterson. Within the last two years, my passion for absorbing the written word has progressed and now I love quirky novels that may not have been featured in the local magazine but that which make me laugh, cry or deeply ponder life’s dealings.
As I grow older, I know that my ability to obtain knowledge through someone else’s views will continue to evolve and enable me to get lost on the streets of Germany or in the labyrinth of the Catecombs while trying to decipher a hidden message…
second letter “e” is upside down producing sound of “uh”
byzantine
March 4, 2010
Byzantine
\’bi-zen-‘ten\ adj 1: relating to Byzantium or the Eastern Roman Empire 2: often not capitalized : intricately involved and often devious*
The movie Up in the Air was by far one of the most brilliant films I have ever seen. Not only was the plot rich, but the characters and their independent quirks really enriched the movie and my viewing experience. One of the main characters, Alex, played by Vera Farmiga, was what one could consider a flirt, yet also a go-getter, knowing exactly what she wanted; one of those things being Ryan Bingham, (played by George Clooney).
Throughout the film, Ryan and Alex develop a byzantine relationship; both of them meeting up during their travels. Ryan is a complex man who has little time for relationships and the work that goes into them, yet he finds himself falling for Alex. In addition to the many different innuendos and themes tastefully reflected upon within the movie, the complications of a love affair intensifies both the atmosphere at the movies and the way each character views his or her ties to each other.
*first letter “e” is upside down producing sound “uh”
Byzantine
\’bi-zen-‘ten\ adj 1: relating to Byzantium or the Eastern Roman Empire 2: often not capitalized : intricately involved and often devious*
The movie Up in the Air was by far one of the most brilliant films I have ever seen. Not only was the plot rich, but the characters and their independent quirks really enriched the movie and my viewing experience. One of the main characters, Alex, played by Vera Farmiga, was what one could consider a flirt, yet also a go-getter, knowing exactly what she wanted; one of those things being Ryan Bingham, (played by George Clooney).
Throughout the film, Ryan and Alex develop a byzantine relationship; both of them meeting up during their travels. Ryan is a complex man who has little time for relationships and the work that goes into them, yet he finds himself falling for Alex. In addition to the many different innuendos and themes tastefully reflected upon within the movie, the complications of a love affair intensifies both the atmosphere at the movies and the way each character views his or her ties to each other.
*first letter “e” is upside down producing sound “uh”
Dead Hand
March 3, 2010
Dead Hand
\’ded-‘hand\ n 1: an alienable possession of property by a church or corporation 2: the oppressive influence of the past
It’s hard to let the past fade. Even though it is logically behind us, it is never really gone; constantly affecting our actions and the way we live our day to day lives. There are great aspects of our past, memorable birthday parties with all those great gifts, the first dance where the cliché of boys opposite girls really did exist; graduating high school and then college and starting one’s life. These are all positive parts of one’s past, however in addition to the positive, there is almost always a corresponding negative.
I was, what you would consider a happy child, laughing, making corny jokes that only my parents laughed at, attending sleepovers. However the smiling was often a façade. While my life at home was blessed, I was not popular; trying unmercifully to “make friends” and failing horribly. Grammar school was a nightmare that often resulted in crying fits at home and the never ending phrase, “why don’t they like me?”
That part of my past, however much of a dead hand it was, has enabled me to move forward in each of my relationships and while it does sometimes rear its ugly head, I am slowly realizing that while it is hard to let the past fade, perhaps we owe it to ourselves and our future relationships to at least try.
Dead Hand
\’ded-‘hand\ n 1: an alienable possession of property by a church or corporation 2: the oppressive influence of the past
It’s hard to let the past fade. Even though it is logically behind us, it is never really gone; constantly affecting our actions and the way we live our day to day lives. There are great aspects of our past, memorable birthday parties with all those great gifts, the first dance where the cliché of boys opposite girls really did exist; graduating high school and then college and starting one’s life. These are all positive parts of one’s past, however in addition to the positive, there is almost always a corresponding negative.
I was, what you would consider a happy child, laughing, making corny jokes that only my parents laughed at, attending sleepovers. However the smiling was often a façade. While my life at home was blessed, I was not popular; trying unmercifully to “make friends” and failing horribly. Grammar school was a nightmare that often resulted in crying fits at home and the never ending phrase, “why don’t they like me?”
That part of my past, however much of a dead hand it was, has enabled me to move forward in each of my relationships and while it does sometimes rear its ugly head, I am slowly realizing that while it is hard to let the past fade, perhaps we owe it to ourselves and our future relationships to at least try.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
RECTITUDINOUS
March 2, 2010
Rectitudinous
\’rek-te-‘tü-de-nes\ adj 1: characterized by straightness or moral integrity 2: piously self-righteous*
I’ve never been a fan of people telling me what to do. You sometimes have those children who listen to directions well and who just go with the flow; not I. I was always opinionated and keeping my opinion to myself just was not good enough, I had to share it with the world! Even though I still exhibit traces of my former self, I have decided to shed that skin because to be looked at as being abrasive and loud is usually not a good character depiction.
Being rectitudinous in a negative way is definitely not something I strive to be. I make mistakes just as everyone else does and I do not want to add hypocrisy to my list of well-liked attributes as well. There are many things that I know I believe in and that I know, in my heart are right, yet to fight with those individuals who perhaps are a smidge ignorant is not my job and will add agida to my life instead of enriching it. What do we really gain by acting as though we are better than others? A spot in heaven? Probably not, for it was said that whomever was without sin, cast the first stone…
* first, second and third letter “e” is upside down, producing sound of “uh”
Rectitudinous
\’rek-te-‘tü-de-nes\ adj 1: characterized by straightness or moral integrity 2: piously self-righteous*
I’ve never been a fan of people telling me what to do. You sometimes have those children who listen to directions well and who just go with the flow; not I. I was always opinionated and keeping my opinion to myself just was not good enough, I had to share it with the world! Even though I still exhibit traces of my former self, I have decided to shed that skin because to be looked at as being abrasive and loud is usually not a good character depiction.
Being rectitudinous in a negative way is definitely not something I strive to be. I make mistakes just as everyone else does and I do not want to add hypocrisy to my list of well-liked attributes as well. There are many things that I know I believe in and that I know, in my heart are right, yet to fight with those individuals who perhaps are a smidge ignorant is not my job and will add agida to my life instead of enriching it. What do we really gain by acting as though we are better than others? A spot in heaven? Probably not, for it was said that whomever was without sin, cast the first stone…
* first, second and third letter “e” is upside down, producing sound of “uh”
CLEPE
March 1, 2010
Clepe
\’klep\ v: to name or call
The majority of my serious contemplation of life and its dealings occur in the shower. There is nothing better than standing under the hot water, looking out the window (which I feel is necessary in all bathrooms) and letting the steam wash away any stress, replacing it with ease…ok so I definitely digressed on that one… Anyway, the other morning while engaging in this favorite pastime of mine, I realized that I could not remember Jessica Alba’s daughter’s name. I have a very good memory (especially when it comes to stars and their personal lives) and I was flummoxed as to why this piece of information was so elusive to me. I eventually recalled her name (Honor) and realized that the actual reason I was upset was not only because I could not remember her name but because it was one of the few names of a famous offspring that was just about bearable, therefore retaining it should not have been that difficult.
I do not, for the life of me, understand why members of the acting/modeling/singing/designing/Hollywood in general community feel it necessary if not imperative to clepe their children, Apple, Hazel, Jermajesty, or any other means of addressing that can be confused with an STD or could easily be representative of a society that has not progressed.
I really think name books should come with a warning label on them: do not name your child solely based on creativity. Merciless teasing will ensue!
Clepe
\’klep\ v: to name or call
The majority of my serious contemplation of life and its dealings occur in the shower. There is nothing better than standing under the hot water, looking out the window (which I feel is necessary in all bathrooms) and letting the steam wash away any stress, replacing it with ease…ok so I definitely digressed on that one… Anyway, the other morning while engaging in this favorite pastime of mine, I realized that I could not remember Jessica Alba’s daughter’s name. I have a very good memory (especially when it comes to stars and their personal lives) and I was flummoxed as to why this piece of information was so elusive to me. I eventually recalled her name (Honor) and realized that the actual reason I was upset was not only because I could not remember her name but because it was one of the few names of a famous offspring that was just about bearable, therefore retaining it should not have been that difficult.
I do not, for the life of me, understand why members of the acting/modeling/singing/designing/Hollywood in general community feel it necessary if not imperative to clepe their children, Apple, Hazel, Jermajesty, or any other means of addressing that can be confused with an STD or could easily be representative of a society that has not progressed.
I really think name books should come with a warning label on them: do not name your child solely based on creativity. Merciless teasing will ensue!
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