Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Three-Made up meanings

10 real words with made up meanings (admittedly some of them are obsolete words)

1. gambrinus- a sweaty gambler

2. namaste- something you yell when in Japan to let people know they should not do something

3. velleity- the measure of how much something is like vellum

4. thanatognomonic- the way a king goes about memorizing things

5. killdeer- the act of hunting and then killing a deer while running naked through the woods with your hair on fire.

6. paroxysm- what happens in the brain when you really tick someone off.

7. calamistrate- to make plans to dominate world with your evil henchmen while doing calisthenics

8. dejerate- to attempt to apologize for jeering at someone by giving them a high rating

9. marcesible- When something is prone to causing errors during attempts to access it such as typing the wrong password to get into your email.

10. orcast- this is what the weatherman does when he or she does not really no what's going to happen in the forcast they give an "or"cast in which a variety of possibilities for what the weather is going to be like are presented.

Dos- Old photos

It took me awhile to find my old albums. They were stuffed in the bottom drawer of the desk I hate and would love to toss out the door. As I counted the pages, I found that I had only filled it part way. The very last photo was one from when I was still in high school. There's me and my two cousins Alex and Vicki. Nostalgia crept over me and a deep sense of the swift passage of time. This photo is of these two girls when they are 6 or 7. I wonder at this lost moment in time captured in front of my parents house. It reminds me of things lost. The picture was taken in front of my Mamaw and Papaw's house. But my Mamaw died 5 years ago and that house stands empty since Papaw lives in his new wife's house. This was before their lives were broken by the divorce of their parents. They still seems so fresh and new like the rare white snowscape in the picture. And from the past time goes rushing forward. I remember the summer I stayed with them in Texas for a month while their parents were divorcing. Time skips forward again and I am at my wedding and they are half grown beauties helping at the door. Then, come the summer visits filled with laughter and annoyances. I feel time screech to halt in the present. In a few short months, Alex will be 18. Vicki is already 16. Almost grown, there is still so much life ahead of them.

Questions fill me up. Do they still have the same wonder and joy as they did when the photo was taken? Do they still have big dreams for their futures? Have they forgotten the love and compassion that filled them for animals when they were kids? Or has that spark of life that once so filled them been burn out by the world?

And most of all I am filled with love. Love for them and hope for them. And consumed by my ever present prayer, Father, move in their hearts. Teach them your love. Heal their brokenness. Hold them when I can't.

Numero Uno

On my desk sits a translucent green bottle filled with liquid that glows green in the bottle but pours clear yet bubbly. The bottle has a shine to it that tells me its plastic and not glass.  Four stubbly nubs hold it balanced. Its shape is not unlike my own like an hourglass with cushioning but narrow at the top like a neck and head. I suppose that’s why they call that part the neck. Bubbles drift on the inside up from the bottom to the top from time to time like gas under the sea. On the inside of the bottle, moisture beads up around the neck. The blue (or is it green?) top captures all of this on the inside of the bottle creating a microcosm. It’s strangely beautiful when you contemplate this simple mass produced man made thing. How is it that something so commonplace can suddenly be brilliant and lovely when given a deeper look and thought? Perhaps even in the mess on my desk covered with post its and notes and computers and all sorts of papers, there is a piece of art disguised as a 20oz. bottle of Sprite.

What's this about?

Just thought I'd share my writings from writing prompts I found at creativewritingprompts.com. I won't share the prompts just the results. If you want to read the prompts go to the website.