And now for something
slightly different.
Rather than passing over the obscure words (for autodidacts) or hyper-linking them (for the few link-trusters) or burying the definitions at the bottom in tiny print (for the increasingly rare scrollers who read to the end)—I'm leading with them:
Yeason is a
portmanteau of the words year and season (I made it up).
Aperçu is a brief insight or sketch
(French, pronounced Ah-per-sue).
Autodidact means
self-taught (Ben Franklin is a common example).
Portmanteaux are
distinctly new words (shart, blog, zonkey, email).
This series of
excerpts are some of my favorite wordcraftings. A few are from the
last twelve months, but many are from up-to three decades ago (posted in
the last decade-and-a-half). The reason I haven't done this before
is because sharing fibers of belly button lint I found while navel-gazing
makes me feel like a right-foolish-cunt. Nevertheless, I compiled
this autobiographical best-of listicle to commiserate* the last decade,
year, autumn, and this holiday season.
*Malapropisms are expected words
(commemorate) intentionally replaced with a similar but humorous, albeit insightful, word. [The
word 'albeit' may be the oldest three-word portmanteau
(from the 1300's)!]
To read full-articles, click
associated thumbnail-pics
(for completionists)—but that's not the actual point. The
essays/stories are somewhat long or maybe a bit boring or even kinda
shite, while these shiny wordsmith gems are definitely worth the price
of admission.
Thereby, causing me to spend a few seconds imagining foolish candlelit goings-on betwixt some weed-eaters, tarps, and a backhoe.
Miscommunication causes more problems than malice, hatred, zeal and
greed combined. Don't lump miscommunication in with
errors and oversights. Miscommunications are not
mistakes just because the ... word ... began as:
mistaken communication.
That little ghost almost scared the piss out of me—I'll bet my going for his throat gave him a bit of a pause, though.
There was a pun, bandied about ... who's dumb as a rock, been a pig for eons, and behaves like a gore? ... the pun landed better with those who knew her prior-name had been Gore Behavre ... and were aware she, visually, could be of rock pigeon ancestry. And—it certainly helps understand the pun better—to know that a gore is a chunk of land, which is on the outside of every local jurisdiction, created by a surveying error.
Coffin windows are referred to, as such, because ... built as
fire-escapes ... people climbing out of them would probably be coughin.
(I just made this one up. If you use this to play
six truths and a lie, this is the lie and all the others are real
Vermont lore.)
Pausing its pecking, it hopped close and stared with such intensity and
vigor
I forgot our conversation, and became lost in its feather-sheen and
respiration.
“My nation calls our own name . . . when we meet I say, hello Köal-Lor.”
“Hello Veach” I reply with a smile, “no need to remember names
anymore;
With how many of my nation have you shared your lore?”
STUPID-CALLOUS FASCISTIC PSYCHO FECKLESS LYING POTUS
Mary Poppins' Super-Calla-Fragi... song,
POTUS = President Of The United States
“Why hero always eat at Asian restaurant?” ... I replied with, “I don’t
know...why?” ... “I dunno either. But Bladerunner, he eat Asian. Fifth
element guy...Bruce Willis: Asian. ... I smiled. “Well, the guy from
Dark City: he ate at an automat.” “Ahh” He waived the idea away,
walking toward his kitchen, “Noir don’t count. Noir always gotta eat at a
diner.”
