This weeks word is “amandation”! It probably doesn’t mean what you think it means. Keep on reading to learn more!
n. 1656 – 1755
act of sending away, dispelling, dismissing
Sample sentence: Tony’s curt amandation of his guests earned him a reputation for being a nasty jerk.
Phrontistery lists this word as being used for 99 years — from 1656 to 1755. I can’t find it in the OED but it may be related to Amanda
fem. proper name, lit. “worthy to be loved,” fem. of L. amandus,
ger. of amare
“to love” (see Amy
If so, it’s interesting to note the almost polar differences between the two words.
: A reader, Minnesotastan
, pointed me to a much more likely word relation: mandate
. Mandate means “an order” and a means “away” (apathy, atheist, etc) — to order away. Sounds much more likely than any connection to “amanda”.
Huh? How can you adopt a word?
Well, you may not realize this, but dictionaries are only receptacles of words that are in common usage. The less we use those words, the less likely it is they will be included — and thus are dropped from the dictionary and our vocabularies.
There are some great words out there. Just check out Save the Words if you don’t believe me.
I’ve adopted a word today, and I’m going to blog about it. I’ll do this again, when I adopt a new word. And then I’ll use these words in my everyday communication. Hopefully I’ll help to save them.
in the front; foremost
Sample sentence: Her health was vanmost on her list of priorities.
According to The Phrontistery vanmost was only in use for one year — 1865. I wasn’t able to find vanmost on the Online Etymology Dictionary, but I did find vanguard:
c.1450, vaunt garde, from M.Fr. avant-garde, from avant “in front” + garde “guard.” Communist revolutionary sense is recorded from 1928.
And I’m quite sure the two words are related through “van”.
Well, that’s it for today. Be sure to tune in next week for another word to bring back to common usage!
Good luck, and good night.
-Katje van Loon
We’ve come to the end of an era, my friends. Not a particularly lovely era. A dark age, to be precise. We’ve come through the night and a new day has dawned, bright and shining (and misty in Nanaimo) — a new day, and we can have hope again, because change has come.
He’s human, of course. We all are. I do not think we should worship the man. I think we should be grateful for what he’s brought us — hope — and for the chance we have to get things fixed. I think we as Canadians should be grateful there is a leader in charge of our neighbor to the south who will actually give a rat’s ass about what goes on in Canada, what matters to Canadians, and the relationship between our countries, which has become strained of late.
I think Obama cares. But I think we have to take the initiative to let him know. I think we need to take the first step, the step that says “Dear Obama — we are Canadian, and this is what matters to us — this is what being Canadian is.” CBC has done this with Obama’s Playlist — a collection of 49 songs from north of the 49th parallel that demonstrate Canuckitude. And now Kaimana Wolff, inspired by CBC’s project, has started Poems for Obama, a drive to collect 49 Canadian poems to send to the 44th president as an, albeit late, inaguaration present.
I’m submitting my poem transit stories, and Kaimana is submitting some poems as well. We already have submissions from poets such as Susan Musgrave — you don’t need to be published or famous to submit. Just Canadian, or close enough to make no nevermind (living in Canada as a Canadian is more important that a piece of paper declaring your citizenship). We want poems that demonstrate what being Canadian is — poems with real Canadian content.
We’re sure you can do this, Canada. Come on — let your light shine.
who is partying like there’s no tomorrow
I have managed to neglect writing for a while. Not handwriting. Typing. I’ve handwritten some stuff but I know it’s not going to amount to many words when the time comes to type it up.
I’m so swamped and I procrastinate like a motherfrakker and — well, you’ve heard this song and dance before so it doesn’t really matter.
Current actual wordcount: 5,592
Current projected wordcount (ie, where I’m supposed to be at): 14,516
So, yeah — about that? Getting right on it. Soon as I sleep and get some shite done.
In other news — look! I got blogged about!
This one I keep, for now, as my author blog. But my actual writing can be found at Muerta's Tears (note it is no longer at LJ).
Needed a change.
1. Sleeping all day.
2. Reading again. Currently reading The Love of a Good Woman by Alice Munro (collection of short stories) and As Francesca by Martha Baer, a BDSM-y novel I’m enjoying quite a bit.
3. Dinner at 3 am!
4. A multitude of sites.
5. Posting in my LJ instead of writing.
6. Doing the dishes.
7. Cleaning in general.
8. And now, again, sleeping.
Good night, all! (she said at 7 am)
Only got 28,274 words for November.
Goal for Fimo is 25K words and the entire thing edited. Then I try to get it published.
…coming shortly: Fimofail.