Word of the day

[BurtReynolds]

[Jorge]

hagiography -

the writing of the lives of saints.

adulatory writing about another person.

biography that idealizes its subject.

I knew that word

[Jorge]

Today's word is an important one, so listen up.

Areté -

Loosely means "excellence" or living at maximum effectiveness and purpose.

A person of arete is of the highest effectiveness; they use all of their faculties—strength, bravery, and wit—to achieve real results.

I did not know that word

[Jorge]

I knew that word

[dad]

I knew that word

and you had the audacity to point it out.

[Norah]

I knew that word

and you had the audacity to point it out.

you used it much less awkwardly than the person who designed that door mat

[BurtReynolds]

They should have added ellipses to the end...

[Dev]

Jacking

"I tried jackimg up in a 7 foot room but the cramped conditions made my back hurt."

[BurtReynolds]

Prolixity - the state or quality of being unnecessarily or tediously wordy.

[BurtReynolds]

Similar to the previous word...


garrulous - excessively talkative, especially on trivial matters.

[Jorge]

Prolixity - the state or quality of being unnecessarily or tediously wordy.

I did not know that word

[Jorge]

Similar to the previous word...


garrulous - excessively talkative, especially on trivial matters.

I knew that word

[BurtReynolds]

flummoxed - bewildered or perplexed.

[spike]

[Jorge]

flummoxed - bewildered or perplexed.

I knew that word

[Jorge]

I did not know that word

[spike]

I did not know that word

does your girlfriend know this word?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Dev]

"Snakes" ie Tommy and Dad!

[dad]

"Snakes" ie Tommy and Dad!

sick burn, deb.