The word for today is “sobriquet.” It means nickname or epithet. It’s such a sophisticated word for such a common subject. I found it in a crossword clue – “Hemingway sobriquet.” The answer, of course, is “Papa.” I have spent a great deal of my life, trying to figure out how people get nicknames. These […]
The word today is “grandmother.” I often say, “I plant the flowers that grew in my grandmother’s garden.” I was my grandmother’s child even though we were not related biologically. My grandmother adopted my mother, after her son had died at the age of seven of scarlet fever. My grandmother came from the Saar valley
Our word for today is “locus,” which the dictionary defines as, a place, position or location. I found it in a mystery book by Ann Cleeves. It suggested something important. The locus of a crime, for example, might be where the crime happened or where a body was found, but the person not actually murdered
The third word in our blog posting exercise is “hook.” It’s one of those words or concepts that is both very simple and yet, very complex. On one level a hook is an object that is useful. I think of all the hooks beside back doors where people conveniently hang coats, hats, bags etc. Here
The word for our blog posts today is “dazzle.” So, of course I couldn’t just stop there. I had to go the whole nine yards, well, OK, five words – razzle, dazzle, sis, boom, bah! When in doubt look it up – “razzle dazzle” means 1 : a state of confusion or hilarity. 2 :
I am working on a blog challenge with a friend. It’s a great way to fight the doldrums that happen in summer, in politics, in aging bodies etc… It’s also a wonderful way of not only improving your writing, but also your outlook. We are giving each other random words and writing a blog post
I have delayed creating a video to “finish” my new site Feltedfibre.com. Why? Well, I hadn’t created a video in a few years and there was this “fear” of getting back into it – you know – the learning curve, the setting aside of time, the awkwardness of hearing your own voice, and the emptiness of
……Time gives to suffering. I read this once, when I was reading some Albert Camus. I struggled for years to understand it. In a vague way, I knew that poets suffered through their poems – “Do not go gentle into that good night” – and we know these poems now as Art – “Too much
……. In The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy a super computer determined that the meaning of life was/is 42. Naturally I assumed that this was a wry joke on the meaninglessness of life – can I say that? Maybe an accountant would understand – break everything down to a number and you’ve got the answer
Another circle, I think, has been completed, with the death of Steven Hawking. Not only did Steven die on Pi day, the day Albert Einstein was born, March 14. Hawking was born on the anniversary of the death of Galileo, January 8. Steven left us on the day we celebrate eternity or at least one
