Monday, January 21, 2008

"well, why don't we look it up?"

I love my dad.

I mean, not just because he is my dad. But I am really glad he is my dad, because if he wasn't, I'd probably wish he was.

One of the reasons I would wish that my dad was my dad if he wasn't indeed my dad would be because of a conversation we had a few weeks ago:

dad: "Hey jo, I know how you like words; do you know the word, malapropism?"

geri: "Oh no. Here we go. He's been talking about this for days."

jo: "Hmmm... how do you spell it?"

dad: " m-a-l-e-p-r-o-p-i-s-m, I think... but I'm not sure." (I'm pretty sure I inherited my poor spelling abilities from my father. I've always marveled, along with my little brother, how someone as naturally and easily intelligent as my dad could be so terrible at spelling. Maybe I didn't inherit it from him... but it's a good excuse anyway.)

jo: "Hmmm, I've never heard of it or read it. What does it mean?"

dad: "Well... (I could see the excited grin my dad was trying to conceal as he began telling me the story behind this word. My dad has an extraordinary memory that you can tell is used way more often than he lets on. Though he has never told me before, I'm pretty sure my dad loves to share these little glimpses inside his memory and leave us in awe of what is found there.) ... it is when someone uses the wrong word, a word that sounds similar to the right one, in a phrase or saying. Your aunt used it in her write-up about your grandma, my mom, only she called it a spoonerism which I think isn't it. I think the word is malapropism. It comes from a play by, oh... um... Sheridian where the character, Mrs. Malaprop makes a lot of this particular kind of mistake."

jo: (by this time, I was flattered that my dad ever thought I'd know that word...) "What is a spoonerism?"

dad: (he looks at me for a split second with a look of, "you don't know, eh?" then continues) I'm pretty sure a spoonerism is when you mix up the first letter of two words... oh, what was the example the dictionary gave...? And I couldn't find malaprop in the dictionary, but I think I'm spelling it wrong." (He heads for his trusty dictionary that he's had since way before any of us kids were born. Ever since I can remember my dad has made me look up words in this same dictionary. I'd have a question about a word and he'd say, "Well, why don't we look it up?" which meant, "Go get the dictionary and look it up for yourself. I'll help you once you have it." My sister had it rebound for Christmas one year I remember. It's still one of my favorite things about my dad. I don't think it's moved from it's spot on the top shelf of the bookshelf for years. We've got to know where it is at a moments notice, you know.)

chad: "Why don't we use my computer to look it up?" (Said in his always cheerful way. Anything is possible with chad I've noticed. My little brother and I have talked about that too. I like his way.)

geri: "We need to get to the bottom of this!" (She says with her delightful sarcasm)

dad: "Oh, you can do that? Yeah, let's do that." (He looks up 'spoonerism' for me in the good ol' paper and ink dictionary and shares the example they give so that I understand. I'm loving every minute of this.)

jo: "I've never heard of either of these words, but you can be sure I'm going to try to use them." (I say with a laugh, knowing that it isn't every day you come upon a chance to use the word 'spoonerism').

dad: (dismissing my harmless gibe) "Yeah, they're great words."

With chad's help we discovered that dad was indeed spelling the word wrong and that, owing to the definitions, my aunt probably should have used the word 'malapropism' instead. This conversation lead to absorbing stories about a grandmother who died when I was only 1 year old and who I never knew. I loved it.

And I love my dad.

I bet you wish he was your dad.



malaprop |ˈmaləˌpräp| (also malapropism)
noun
the mistaken use of a word in place of a similar-sounding one, often with unintentionally amusing effect, as in, for example, “dance a flamingo ” (instead of flamenco).

ORIGIN mid 19th cent.: from the name of the character Mrs. Malaprop in Sheridan's play The Rivals (1775) + -ism .

spoonerism |ˈspoōnəˌrizəm|
noun
a verbal error in which a speaker accidentally transposes the initial sounds or letters of two or more words, often to humorous effect, as in the sentence you have hissed the mystery lectures, accidentally spoken instead of the intended sentence you have missed the history lectures.

ORIGIN early 20th cent.: named after the Rev. W. A. Spooner (1844–1930), an English scholar who reputedly made such errors in speaking.

This one is for you, kel >> "Lorraine, my density has brought me to you."; "Yes! I'm George! I'm your density!" —
George McFly, Back to the Future

Friday, January 18, 2008

but I can't wait until I'm eight

eight
-noun
1. a cardinal number, seven plus one.

8 things I am passionate about:
  1. my husband
  2. my fam
  3. biology
  4. definitions of words/grammar (though not as good as I'd like to be)
  5. conversations!
  6. writing in a journal (for some odd reason)
  7. insects
  8. necklaces (though I rarely sport them)

8 things I want to do before I die:

  1. dive in a shark cage
  2. learn how to bake all kinds o' bread
  3. do a field study on a certain insect
  4. learn how to oil paint... for real, not just guessing
  5. learn how to talk without pausing, saying, "um" or "uh" or searching for the right word
  6. raise a family
  7. learn to play the violin well
  8. write a book (me too, ash!)

8 books I have read recently:

  1. My Antonia - Willa Cather
  2. National Geographic- January 2008 (not a book... shoot)
  3. The Idiot - Dostoevsky
  4. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows- J.K. Rowling
  5. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
  6. The Avacado of Death - Daniel Pinkwater
  7. Northanger Abbey - Jane Austen
  8. Scrambled Eggs Super - Dr. Seuss

8 things I often say:

  1. truth be told
  2. rock that candy shop
  3. you know what I'm saying? (a bad habit... I'm trying to quit)
  4. let's look it up!
  5. are you sure?
  6. indeed
  7. I can't decide...
  8. hey love

8 things that attract me to friends:

  1. sincerity
  2. positive attitude
  3. kindness
  4. likes to talk
  5. sense of humor
  6. doesn't mind random inadvertent puns...
  7. likes to laugh
  8. don't take themselves too seriously

8 songs and albums I would listen to over and over (this is a hard one for me... I love the "repeat" function on the music player):

  1. Anything by George Gershwin
  2. Claire de lune - Debussy
  3. Lull and Weather Systems - Andrew Bird
  4. Always Asking Questions - Howard Jones
  5. Neighborhood #2 - Arcade Fire
  6. New Day - The King's Singers
  7. Chan Chan - Buena Vista Social Club
  8. Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles

8 things I learned this year:

  1. being married is grand
  2. I love red-orange wild flowers
  3. car airbags can cause the windows to come crashing down (see! those inadvertent puns!)
  4. teaching is as difficult as they say it is
  5. airguns are quite fascinating (though I neither have or want one)
  6. good friends are a true blessing
  7. working on not being anxious is worth it (even if it seems futile)
  8. the future, though unknown, is always better than you think it will be

8 random things about me:

  1. of all God's creations, earthworms are my least favorite
  2. I am fascinated by left-handedness
  3. I secretly like a Nelly Furtado song
  4. I was in a small film festival winner film
  5. I was in a commercial when I was 5
  6. thinking I was some sort of stuntman, I broke my collar bone at age 1 1/2
  7. if I take notes in a certain pen color one day I must use a different color the next day
  8. I'm not a big fan of ice cream

8 people I tag:

Taggity-tag tag!

ok... so I don't have have the courage to tag anyone... but did my strange exclamation distract you from that fact?

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

not scottsdale

I used to think Raspberry-Peach Snapple was the ambrosia of all beverages. It's true.

People used to come into the Great Harvest where I worked and ponder the beverific choices (of which there were many) and believing that it was my job to spread the joyful news, I'd declare, "You should try the Raspberry-Peach Snapple; it's the ambrosia of all beverages."...


Most of the time those customers didn't hear me. Or maybe they ignored me because declaring that something is the "ambrosia" of anything is a bit, well... presumptuous now that I think of it.

At any rate, it
is the ambrosia of all beverages... or I thought it was until my first Christmas away from home. This Christmas.

And now, I have a new ambrosia-of-beverages. And it
is ambrosia. I mean, look at me! I'm even risking sounding presumptuous!

And here is my declaration:


Freshly-squeezed orange juice made from freshly-picked oranges. And not just any oranges... oranges picked from the orange tree growing in the backyard.


A moment of reverence, please.


I'm not sure I need say more.



p.s. raspberry-peach snapple is still held high in my esteem... If you happen to find one, let me know, for they are few and far between.

ambrosia |amˈbrō zh (ē)ə|

noun Greek & Roman Mythology

the food of the gods.

• something very pleasing to taste or smell : the tea was ambrosia after the slop I'd been drinking.
• a fungal product used as food by ambrosia beetles.
• another term for beebread .
• a dessert made with oranges and shredded coconut.

ORIGIN mid 16th cent.: via Latin from Greek, ‘elixir of life,’
from ambrotos ‘immortal.’

and incidentally...

beebread |ˈbēˌbred| (also bee bread)
noun
honey or pollen used as food by bees.