Sunday, April 19, 2009 ; 3:30 PM
This, my friends, is the
word of the day. Or of a lifetime. It is also the longest word in the dictionary (according to my lovely English tutor).
But aside from being the most extensive, most complex term in language, it exudes large amounts of thought-provoking, unavoidable attention. In other words, people who stumble across this post will:
1. First, drop their jaws so that their mouths form a perfect 'o'
2. Start to laugh and continue to do so for at least half a minute
3. Slowly frown and pucker-up their brains upon first glance at this word, and...
4. ...will then subject themselves to a series of 'inner-voice' questions (the most common being:"
What does it mean?").
Scrabble-Lovers would thus commence on dismantling the word, and find that there are letters they do recognize (like 'ultra', 'microscopic' and 'volcano'-although the combo makes
no sense whatsoever) and those with an innate sense of curiosity or determination would immediately rifle studiously through their pocket dictionaries.
Then, of course, there are those select few who have won top-prizes in the Spelling Bee, or have written an encyclopedia themselves; and those privileged personages would jump up gleefully, throwing their popcorn at the puzzled masses, and yell: "Aha, you fools! Only I, a genius, would know what the meaning of such a word is! And being such a
generous genius (with good taste on uses of alliteration too) I shall kindly educate all of you. It is none other than the simple meaning of (insert drumroll) _______________________."
THE END.
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Story of the Day: (Look above.)
Book of the Day: The Handmaid's Tale- Margaret Atwood.
Such strange, deep descriptions I have never seen before. As shown below... ...
He lets the book fall closed. It makes an exhausted sound, like a padded door shutting, by itself, at a distance: a puff of air. The sound suggests the softness of the thin oniony pages, how they would feel under the fingers. Soft and dry, like papier poudre, pink and powdery, from the time before, you'd get it in booklets for taking the shine off your nose, in those stores that sold candles and soap in the shape of things: seashells, mushrooms. Like cigarette paper. Like petals.Makes one travel backwards to carve flickering scenes into their imagination, doesn't it?
Song of the Day: two posts down, there is a video with the 'turtle-hatchery-song-that-I-liked'. Mhmm. The one you're staring at, yup, that's the one.
Absoluto.
And a familiar photo:
Just for emphasis: my undeniable visual support for Earth Day.
SAVE THE EARTH! Or you shall be cursed with pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. (Those of you smart enough to have already checked your trusty book, you'll know what I mean. Hahahaw.)
