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AWADmail Issue 754A Weekly Compendium of Feedback on the Words in A.Word.A.Day and Tidbits about Words and LanguageSponsor’s Message: Backward, and upward! Does “Old’s Cool” sum up your philosophy of life: old school with a little wry, served neat? And where saving a buck or two is in the blood, especially during the holidays? Same here. So, we’re offering this week’s Email of the Week winner, Eleanor Jackson (see below), as well as everyone who thinks that frugal ain’t cheap, a YUGE 30% OFF our retro-authentic ludic loot. Jezz use coupon code “canttrumpthis” and win!
From: Anu Garg (words at wordsmith.org)
When Ex-cons Change Their Vocabulary, They Stay Out of Jail
Austria’s Word of the Year Has 52 Letters
From: Patricia Hankins (claypath earthlink.net) Oh thank you for bringing a smile to my face this December!
Pat Hankins, Meansville, Georgia
From: John Mitchell (john.maclennan.mitchell gmail.com) The word “succulent” generally evokes images of things you can eat, but whenever I come across it I am reminded of the unusual but somehow very apt use as an adjective in the lyrics of David and David’s song Welcome To The Boomtown...
Welcome, welcome to the boomtown All that money makes such a succulent sound
John Mitchell, Sydney, Australia
From: Narayani Gupta (narayani.gupta gmail.com) Also marmar in Persian and Urdu, and in Hindi sangmarmar.
Narayani Gupta, Delhi, India
From: Bill Mattox (wgmattox2 earthlink.net) Maamorilik (Greenland) is a small town in northern West Greenland, site for many years of a marble quarry.
Bill Mattox, Meridian, Idaho
From: Andrew Pressburger (andpress sympatico.ca) The Sea of Marmora, far from being smooth as marble (it is a rather tempestuous body of water), takes its name from the Island of Marmara, a source of marble, indispensable in the erection of Ancient Greek temples. In fact in ancient times the adjacent Black Sea was known as the Euxine, a term of propitiation for Poseidon, the sometimes angry god of the seas, in hopes he would quiet the elements and let the Argonauts live another day, until they have managed to procure the elusive Golden Fleece. And who says the appellation “the glory that was Greece” is an exaggeration?
Andrew Pressburger, Toronto, Canada
From: Linda Owens (lindafowens netzero.net) In Rhode Island, where I live, many folks would pronounce this mah-mo-e-al, sorta like memorial, which is what much marble is used for.
Linda Owens, Exeter, Rhode Island
From: Liz Wise (youngwise inlandnet.com) From the same root, in medicine, cutis marmorata is instead named for resembling the veining in marble.
Liz Wise, Cle Elum, Washington
From: Eleanor Jackson (elej mindspring.com) Subject: peregrination The Peregrinus has been the mascot of the University of Texas Law School since the early nineteenth century. It is a bizarre creature (much weirder than the lovely illustration with today’s word) with a fascinating story, too long to narrate here, of its invention, evolution, and activity through the ensuing years. Its name came from the Latin praeter peregrinus, a traveling Roman law official. Several renditions of it rest today in the Tarlton Law Library Archives and Special Collections Department at UT. Back in the day, the law and engineering students had a quite fervent ongoing rivalry, and the engineers had a mascot named Alec to vie with the Peregrinus. I grew up as a UT (educational psychology, not law) professor’s daughter and knew today’s word from earliest childhood, when such traditions were still quite rampant. Not sure if today’s UT students (other than “laws”) are even aware of Peregrinus.
Eleanor Jackson, Gainesville, Georgia
From: Patrick Span (patrick.span hotmail.com) Tacky, gaudy, and ostentatious: fits Trump to a T.
Patrick Span, Buffalo, New York
From: Joel Lis (joellis.jr gmail.com) I worked at a restaurant when I was young. One evening a fellow waiter named Peter Boyd used today’s word in a hilarious antic that reduced the serving staff to tears, and had a decidedly less pleasant effect on two palpably haughty patrons. A man and a woman wearing matching 3/4 length mink coats entered and waited impatiently for the hostess who was on the phone. Peter scooted over and officiously inquired if he might assist them. His countenance bearing all the hubris of Ozymandias himself, the man stated his staccato orders: “Reservation. Two people, 7:30 pm.” Peter nodded, a peculiar smile playing across his face for just more than a moment. Then he responded, most curtly. Like a robot whose power supply is running low, each gesture slightly delayed and subtly mechanical, Peter turned to the reservation list, deliberately reading each line aloud. The man glared at him. Our hostess looked like a deer in the headlights. She knew something that probably shouldn’t happen was about to. “Ah, yes,” Peter imperiously intoned. “Here we are, then. Reservation. Two people. 7:30 pm.” He faced the couple now, wearing a mischievous yet serious smile that might make the famous cat from Cheshire a nobody. That smile shouted “I’ve got you now, you jerk,” and so he did. Replicating his victim’s tone and bearing all too precisely, and lacing his words with a sobering splash of upper-crust snobbery, Peter pounced. “Mr. and Mrs. Austin Tatious, I presume?” Thunderous silence ensued. You can imagine the result of Mr. Boyd’s impertinence (yes, he kept his job, though barely). Unlike Ozymandias’ impermanent statue, Peter’s live-action demonstration of the power and meaning of today’s word stands yet, victorious and unweathered, ever rooted in the shifting sands of time.
Joel Lis, Toronto, Canada
From: Alex McCrae (ajmccrae277 gmail.com) When I read the definition of “marmorean”, I almost immediately thought of the marvelous circa 1890s painting by the brilliant French orientalist/hyper-realist painter, Jean-Léon Gérôme, depicting a critical moment from Ovid’s sensual mythic tale of Cypriot sculptor, Pygmalion, embracing his female creation, Galatea, who magically transforms from cold, hard marble to pliant flesh... a living, breathing, sensate creature. At his Graceland estate, Elvis Presley seemed to have tried so hard to create an aura of “materialized” luxury and flagrant opulence. And yet his mishmash (or would that be “mismatch”?) of gaudy interior design choices kind of reflected the unrefined aesthetic of an unsophisticated small-town Southern boy from Tupelo, Mississippi... which, in point of fact, he was.
Alex McCrae, Van Nuys, California
From: Anu Garg (words at wordsmith.org)
From: Anu Garg (words at wordsmith.org)
Said the breeder, “About that old buck you lent
“I try not to be quite so truculent,”
There are times when our Muse seems to hate us;
Of the future I’d be a historian
Some say, when Lord did create us,
He aspired to become a limericist,
Regarding the state of the nation
We have a president-elect ostentatious,
From: Phil Graham (pgraham1946 cox.net) “I’m returning your vacuum. That succulent me doesn’t clean my carpets.” I find a boxer with a marmoreal than an unblemished one. “Well, uh, the masochist like took his whip and uh, he afflatus.” Grenada and Montenegro are a perigrinations. The capital of our 2nd largest state is ostentatious.
Phil Graham, Tulsa, Oklahoma
A THOUGHT FOR TODAY:
A great writer is, so to speak, a second government in his country. And for
that reason no regime has ever loved great writers, only minor ones.
-Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, novelist, Nobel laureate (11 Dec 1918-2008)
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