This week, I am posting two photos for two different challenges.
The first challenge is “words” over at Photo Friday.
The second challenge is “create” over at WordPress’ Weekly Photo Challenge.
Enjoy and I’ll see you next week!
Sorry I didn’t post yesterday (family obligation, busy weekend).
Which, thankfully, also included this:
A festival dedicated to words, words, words.
All that was missing was someone hawking the OED. One day, I’m going to own a complete print edition.
The library has been advertising for months.
I’ve been looking forward to the event ever since I couldn’t get to last years which was at the Farmers’ Market.
This year the festival was in front of the main library.
I go there a lot (at least, once a week).
Unfortunately, the day was tooo hot, for me.
I am a Fall creature; I thrive best between 25 Celsius and minus 25 Celsius – a temperature that is somewhat moderate, not too cold.
There were giant games, retail booths and three tents/venues dedicated just to readings.
Words, words, word…
Brought to you by the letter W.
I went early. I left early. I almost melted in the heat.
Thank the stars, the air conditioned library was one of the reading venues!
I stayed for the poetry slam which was number 1 on my to do list.
Tonight Its Poetry hosted the slam.
My favourite poet was Khodi Dill; his poem was about the demise of libraries.
After 2 hours, in the blazing (30 degrees Celsius) sun, I took the bus home.
Here is the swag I collected.
I love swag…
The only item I paid for was the bag ( a toonie) – is it not lovely?
I’m hoping next year that the day is not so hot so that I can enjoy more words, words, words!
Words, words, words; words are some of my favourite things.
Words elicit laughter:
Words tell us what you believe in:
This post is for Weekly Geeks: 2011 – 9 which is titled, “That word we never use.“
This week’s challenge has four parts:
1 – I would like to make you all parents and send you over to Save The Word.org to look at all the words that are either not being used enough or are due for a cull probably within the next couple of years. Adopt a word.
As you can see in the photo above, the word I adopted was gelicide which is a noun. It means a frost and is used in the following sentence so that you all can get a sense of what gelicide means.
Those poor garden gnomes – they’ll die from gelicide if we don’t bring them inside.
I encourage you all to rush over and adopt a word – it was a fun and rewarding experience.
2 – What is your pet peeve word? – The word that makes you grind your teeth with either it’s over use or being used out of context.
I have no pet peeve word per say but grit my teeth every time some one misuses the plural, that is, they write sister’s when they mean sisters.
3 – What is a word you adore, or a word that you feel is not used enough. Irrespective of meaning or even era it’s a word that you just love.
The word I adore I have not been able to find in any dictionary. That word is sundelightful – I fell in love with it the minute I read it in a book. I wish I could link to the book but it’s been decades since I discovered the word and forgot the referenced book.
4 – Lastly what is your opinion on word culling or the rise in “text speak” that’s happening now.
I’m in favour of words so I have no problem with new and evolving languages. I wish I was better at learning languages as I love to pepper my speech with foreign words but will only do so if I can explain the foreign word or phrase that I am using.
Words, words, words: I love words. When I went back to school in my thirties (shh – I’m old, aged, ancient, decrepit, experienced, mature, geriatric, antique) I discovered the multi-volume print edition of the OED. I could spend hours sitting and exploring all the words stored within. This is something I covet; I want to own the print version of the OED. Does anyone have a spare $1, 595.00 + (today’s price) that they do not need and could give to me?
Love is an alien species as far as I’m concerned;
Alien, exotic, other-worldly;
I am an Alien and a stranger to this world, this galaxy, this space.
As these three are.
These Alien Lovers/Family were captured together.
They are creatures from outer space; extraterrestrial. (I love the sound of that word – extraterrestrial – extra as in having more, being more).
They are unlike one’s own; they are strange; not belonging here. I feel that way so often; Alien, not belonging, strange.
What amazes is that the word, alien, has been around since the 1300′s. Are we all alien? Yes, I think perhaps we may be. I can’t pretend to comprehend you. I don’t expect you to comprehend me.
These three mirror the familiar; compare them to the telephone pole. Don’t they look the same? I learn by mimicking my peers; so often I am lost to the nuances of society. There are days, months, decades where I’ve felt that I would survive easier by leaving the familiar for the new, the exotic. And I did, for the most part. It is staying in one place that limits me. It is staying tight within those limits that which I fear.
I am a stranger exploring a strange land, confused by strange customs. You may know me. I may be new. I may be old. I may be an acquaintance. I may be an outsider even though I have been here forever. I am not a visitor or a guest but I am alien to this community. I am unaccustomed to your customs.
Be patient; teach me how to be human.
Art work brought to you today by James S. Korpan, a local artist.
The title comes from this book, A Deepness in the Sky. I have not read the book so I have no idea what it is about. Someone read it and come back and tells us about it, please.
P. S. Is it spring yet? The ice cream store across from me opened on Friday – it was also open briefly on Valentine’s Day.
So, this means it must be spring – yes?