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Fake Victims | Buttercup of Doom ep 46

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Today’s lesson, theme, and beat over the head message: Don’t Be A Dick. I discuss the dicks in your life, in your writing, and all over your facebook wall. I break down the fake victims of the world into subcategories and call each of them out as dicks. I get angry. I get a little sweary—#NSFW this week folks. From gorillas to alligators to nightclubs… oy. Hashtag of the week? #causesquatters

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Mamihlapinatapais

abracadabra

Mamihlapinatapais

from the Yaghan language of Tierra del Fuego, is considered the world’s most succinct word — and hardest to translate.

It means: a look shared by two people, each wishing the other will initiate something that both desire but neither one wants to start.

The Hippie found Mamihlapinatapais on a website somewhere and shared it with me. I stashed it for safe keeping. And found it again today while digging around the computer for treasures (read as, transferring files). It’s a fun word. It got me thinking about fun words, or rather, words in general. The way I cringe when I hear “legit” because of the teenage abuse in our house. The way I giggle whenever some uses “exacerbate” and because of the irony of its often self-imposing definition. The way awesome words thrown into normal conversation makes my eyes brighten and my heart flutter.

I heart words.

The English language has over 200,000 words. New ones are voted into the official dictionary every year. Obsolete words are asterisked every generation. And thesauruses exist for a reason. There are tons of ways to write every single sentence, but the correct way is using the right words for expressing what you need to say. Mamihlapinatapais.

I actually have a file on my desktop where I tuck interesting words when I find them. And this one word made me do more. It begged me to search for other crazy words. It pulled me down a rabbit hole of internet links and giddy polysyllabic terms. And thus I found Magic Words—a lovely little website that blogs fun, interesting words. Sometimes from fiction, sometimes from history, and they got points for having Mamihlapinatapais (which, seriously, I wish I could pronounce!).

So this monday, instead of some crazy memory or thoughtful insight (feel free to flip those adjectives if you know me), I suggest you go check out Magic Words. Hell, grab their RSS feed while you’re there. It’s a happy little tidbit in your email every day and much more uplifting than the news usually is. You’ll be delighted, ecstatic, elated, glad, gleeful, gratified, happy, jubilant, overjoyed, pleased, thrilled, tickled you did…  =)

Mamihlapinatapais

Mamihlapinatapais

from the Yaghan language of Tierra del Fuego, is considered the world’s most succinct word — and hardest to translate.

It means: a look shared by two people, each wishing the other will initiate something that both desire but neither one wants to start.

The Hippie found Mamihlapinatapais on a website somewhere and shared it with me. I stashed it for safe keeping. And found it again today while digging around the computer for treasures (read as, transferring files). It’s a fun word. It got me thinking about fun words, or rather, words in general. The way I cringe when I hear “legit” because of the teenage abuse in our house. The way I giggle whenever some uses “exacerbate” and because of the irony of its often self-imposing definition. The way awesome words thrown into normal conversation makes my eyes brighten and my heart flutter.

I heart words.

The English language has over 200,000 words. New ones are voted into the official dictionary every year. Obsolete words are asterisked every generation. And thesauruses exist for a reason. There are tons of ways to write every single sentence, but the correct way is using the right words for expressing what you need to say. Mamihlapinatapais.

I actually have a file on my desktop where I tuck interesting words when I find them. And this one word made me do more. It begged me to search for other crazy words. It pulled me down a rabbit hole of internet links and giddy polysyllabic terms. And thus I found Magic Words—a lovely little website that blogs fun, interesting words. Sometimes from fiction, sometimes from history, and they got points for having Mamihlapinatapais (which, seriously, I wish I could pronounce!).

So this monday, instead of some crazy memory or thoughtful insight (feel free to flip those adjectives if you know me), I suggest you go check out Magic Words. Hell, grab their RSS feed while you’re there. It’s a happy little tidbit in your email every day and much more uplifting than the news usually is. You’ll be delighted, ecstatic, elated, glad, gleeful, gratified, happy, jubilant, overjoyed, pleased, thrilled, tickled you did…  =)

Billy Jim Joe BOB

tms1-38Nope, this isn’t a blog about the hippie. Rather, it’s a blog about all the other bob’s in my life.

AND it’s kinda sorta maybe a question, so we’re calling it garage talk, since it’s Thursday. (You like how I’m magically posting this from the road on my way to Necon… sneaky aren’t I?)

My life has always had bob in it one way or another (Yes, I get the irony):
Bob’s Chop Suey (see this post)
Doctor Bob (see image)
“Do it yourself, Bob!” (old commercial my family will never forget)
Dear God Bob
Bob, bob, bob…

NOW the boyfriend, too?!!

I need a new generic name. I figure if religion changes throughout the years and their gods change, I can change the name of my generic bob… I kinda like Henry. Henry is a nice strong name, but Dear Henry? hmmm, I’m reminded of the song:

And, as much as I love my Sesame Street memories, I’m not sure I can say “Dear Henry” without “there’s a hole in the bucket.” I need suggestions. I need help. The hippie is too easily confused with and by this strange habit of mine.

Mostly, it’s to replace “god,” because even though I’m a dirty rotten atheist, I don’t like “Dear God” or “Oh my God” because it’s blasphemous and I try and respect belief, even when it’s not my own. I’d go with Steve and borrow Nugget’s new “everyone name,” but it just doesn’t roll off the tongue quit right, and I promised someone I wouldn’t use that particular name for anything outside victims of brutal deaths, accidental and otherwise, in my fiction.

Damn it.

Suggestions? I’m open to just about anything…

Totems

I heart irony. I do. I’m not even being snarky. Though usually I prefer it when it’s in someone else’s chi, not mine. I had a completely different post for this morning—because it’s thursday, because it’s coffee talk—but as I walked outside with the laptop and coffee, and plopped onto my spot on the porch, I noticed a new friend. A dragonfly.

A dying dragonfly.

Now those that know me already see the irony. Those that don’t, well, I’m a big fan of dragonflies. Dragonflies and fireflies, my insect weaknesses… The only tattoo [so far] is two dragonflies with multiple meanings—strength, willpower, connections, colored for my children, and nicknamed “Faith” and “Fire”. [“Hope,” the purple one, is getting inked to look like a toe ring next] I have a journal with a dragonfly given to me by a dear friend [who I really need to call]. Another friend completely covered my world in dragonflies when I moved out last fall and left my ex-husband—dotting the apartment with stickers of my lovely little iridescent friends. Another friend saw one and took an amazing picture, thought of me, and gave me a new wallpaper for my phone. And my best friend gave me a silver dragonfly necklace, which hasn’t come off my neck since I opened the box. Dragonflies have always fascinated me. I’m sure it has something to do with the fact that, growing up, I always saw them around water and I love me my bodies of water. Water = happy times, dragonflies were a part of that. They represent a ton of things in different cultures and beliefs. Their symbolism includes an ancient belief that they are the souls of the dead.

And this one is dying.

A maroon body with golden wings at the base that become translucent at the tips. I was excited to see him, until I noted he wasn’t moving. A gentle prod later and there was some flicker of life, but it was weak. i don’t see anything wrong or broken. There are no obvious injuries. But you can tell. These are death throes. I can only presume he’s a victim of last night’s storms. He didn’t find shelter. He got badly beat up by the winds and heavy downpour.

I debated putting it out of its misery, and then irony hit. What kind of karma comes with killing your totem? Is it killing a part of you? Or is it giving it a dignified death? It’s not like they scream when hurt, so I don’t know if he’s in pain or not. I don’t know if he’ll recover or if he’s too weak and will eventually succumb to the call of kin long gone. I don’t know what to do… Which is ironic, since part of the symbolism of a dragonfly is clarity.

He’s still flicking his foot occasionally. My clarity is no where to be seen. I think I’ll name him and give him some time. And if need be, a small corner of the garden…

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