Posts tagged words
Posts tagged words
Here’s an interest article to be enjoyed by the lovers of words on Tumblr and beyond.
The article is interesting and the included soundgrabs are equally so.
I have a fondness for words and for how they can be used and how they can be confused - and the English language lends itself particularly to confusion at times. I couldn’t resist sharing this link for other word-lovers, wordsmiths out there. Hope you enjoy.
I would also give credit to the online Shortlist Daily that The Monthly Magazine publishes each day for the benefit of its subscribers. They seem to find some great material for the final item in each day’s offering.
These knotty trunks and twisted footholds set me to thinking about the word burled. It comes from an old French word bourle apparently meaning a tuft of wool. The word burr is derived from it. I know something about burrs because I’m always brushing them out of the dog’s coat after our walk in the park. I also know something about wool that has a bourle particularly when knitting with more than one colour in fair isle for instance when invariable the skeins get snarled and tangled.
Anyway I’m always fascinated by trees as you probably have gathered by now, and I shall continue to photograph them in all their glory and their nobbiness, their smooth beautiful skins and their rough grainy textured hides.
And so ends Day 30 of the 30 Day Challenge although I’m guilty of missing a post on a few days and thus taking a little longer than the 30 days I have made it to the end in my own slow way.
The word of the day on dictionary.com is bleb. A noun, it is related to the more common blob.
Bleb means a bubble, blister or vesicle.
Bleb dates back to the early 1600s and was thought to be a word that aptly imitated a blister.
Now vesicle is an interesting word too; think a blister that bubbles and is a vesicle full of matter - ugh. The words vehicle and vessel also come to mind, but enough of that.
Anyway bleb sort of appealed today as I have recently had a couple of skin cancers on my arm and the doctor decided it was time to give them the ‘burn’ treatment. He has this elegant container full of dry ice that causes misty steam to issue from a small spout making it look like the bottle from which a magic genie might issue forth if you rub the surface three times.
No rubbing required, Doc enjoys the moment as he aims for the little nuisance of a dot on my arm and presses the button. The first ‘genie’ is released - a jet of steamy severely ice-cold mist hits the spot on my arm and I wince in pain. Is this what it feels like to be trapped on Mt Everest and suffer frostbite? I know there’ll be more as the treatment is done in short bursts - who could stand that extreme pain for any length of time?
‘You will tell me all’ he declares, chuckling gleefully at his own joke. Did I mention the Doc has a particularly bent sense of humour?
And so to the second spot - the short bursts of mist followed by intense pain are repeated.
Now a couple of days later I have two unsightly blebs on my arm, but they will do their thing and I will have nice smooth skin again - soon.
I am rather enjoying the daily arrival of the ‘word of the day’ from dictionary.com as it pops up in my mailbox with the potential of the unheard-of word that relates to something familiar.
Lately there appears to be a theme happening with words relating to trees, and of course trees have leaves, and small trees are sometimes called shrubs. Trees and shrubs can be organised by gardeners into attractive settings or they can grow wildly as they please equally providing an enjoyable scene for those who walk among them.
For instance boscage, pronounced BOS-kij - is a noun that means ‘A mass of trees or shrubs’ and so here’s a boscage I photographed on a visit a few years back to the Cranbourne Botanic Gardens in Victoria.
The main feature is a variety of grass trees, rather sculptural looking types that stand out among the softer leafier shrubs and trees, providing an artwork created by nature although although initiated and arranged by human intervention.
Then there’s weald, pronounced weeld, a noun for ‘wooded or uncultivated country’. Here’s a bushland weald that surrounds a rather fine-dining restaurant situated along the channel area just south of Hobart in Tasmania.
This is nature at work with the minimum human help. The restaurant is at the end of this well-worth pathway that provides diners with a walk in the bush before they settle down to enjoy the human-creations of food. After dinner they are invited to walk the ‘sculpture trail’ where local artists have created works that complement the surrounding bush - warning: Beware snake season and keep to the path!
Words are fun and I have to give #1 vote today to boscage - who’d have thought it actually had anything to do with such beautiful things as trees?
Here’s a word to be played with - pecksniffian (pek-SNIF-44-uhn) adjective
Meaning: hypocritically and smugly affecting benevolence of high moral principles.
The word is named after Seth Peckniff, a character in Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens (1843).
Haven’t read this particular Dicken’s novel, but apparently Seth Pecksniff is not a loveable personality, devious and one who would happily climb over his best friend in order to get close to the top/centre of money and power.
Makes me think of a beaky-nosed sinus-plagued, sniffing, stork-legged individual. Maybe with unruly hair that thinly spikes upwards barely able to hide the freckled cranium that sits atop a thin scraggy neck. A miserable sort in the best Dickens mean-spirited two-faced individual sucking up to the power and kicking the lower caste in the kneecaps.