May 25th, 2007

Party Guy

Happy Birthday to snapcat!

And happy 30th anniversary of the theatrical release of Star Wars!

For your present, here's today's Forgotten English (© Jeffrey Kacirk)!

To confuse. Halliwell says moppil is a mistake or blunder.
--Rev. Alfred Easther's Glossary of Almondbury and Huddersfield, 1883

Birthday of Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882),
American poet and essayist, who wrote in The Conduct of Life (1860) that "A man's library is a sort of harem." In 1840, former president John Quincy Adams commented in his diary, "A young man named Ralph Waldo Emerson, a classmate of my son George, after failing the everyday avocations of Unitarian preacher and schoolmaster, starts a new doctrine of Transcendentalism, declares all the old revelations superannuated, and announces the approach of new revelations and prophecies." That same year Emerson wrote in his journal: "The language of the street is always strong. What can describe the folly and emptiness of scolding like the word jawing?" Despite his appreciation of earlier English, he remarked in Society and Solitude (1870), "I like to be beholden to the great metropolitan English speech, the sea which receives tributaries from every region under Heaven. I should as soon think of swimming across the Charles River when I wish to go to Boston as of reading all my books in originals when I have them rendered for me in my mother tongue."

-The Gneech

PS: I must admit to a bit of judicious editing here. Today's word was actually supposed to be superannuated, meaning "Worn out with age; grown out of date." But I figured nobody wants to be commemorated like that on their birthday!
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Le Pew


"Oh yeah," Greg's voice came oozing from the other side of the room. "Ooh, baby! That's it!"

Brigid's forehead wrinkled as she jerked out of the half-doze she'd fallen into staring at the TV. "Say what?" she murmured.

"So small, but so powerful ... such clean lines ... so very tight!" he continued to ooze in less-than-decent tones.

"What the heck are you going on about over there?" said Brigid, looking over the top of the couch. "You suddenly into exotic sports cars or something?"

"Huh?" said Greg, looking back at her over the frayed spine of Elements of Style by Strunk and White. He put his thumb into the book to mark his place. "Did you say something?"

Brigid frowned and closed her eyes. "Never mind," she said, and went back to her nap.

-The Gneech

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Alex Spaz

Creative Spurt!

Yeeks. Just this afternoon, I've written two more Fictionlets -- writing them both longhand into my Moleskine so I can have them to post later. When it rains it pours, I guess!

I need to get cracking on SJ, tho!

-The Gneech
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