Words (Reading)
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jheti
I wanted to perform a hypothesis formation and check, because that would be a cool stunt for my LiveJournal, but I'm too excited. XD
Google knows what "diachronic" and "apotropaic" mean.
The Oxford College Dictionary, Second American Edition, 2002, DOES NOT.
Lollerols.
diachronic: referring to phenomena as they change over time.
apotropaic: in essence, warding off evil.
Hmmm.
Which of these words will Jheti get more mileage out of? Anyone? Best guess? XD
I had three more words I wanted the meaning of, but I do not recall...
Patristic, antinimous (which Google's ":define" command and Dictionary.com both do not recognize as a word, but which occurs on the Web itself in philosophical and similar documents), and...oh, there was one more...Feh.
I found them in this ungodly long-winded book about masks and culture.
Mileena wanted it. Sat up for the chapter about the Gorgon, but mostly ignored the book otherwise. She whined sorely about the density of the languaging.
I went in circles with it, trying to find the ends of sentences; he never stopped "talking"--his narration was exceedingly poor. No rhythm, no sense, and deeply abstruse word choice.
My collection of words is...not small. I think I went four pages before hitting three words I didn't recall ever even seeing before.
(Note also that "antinimous" and "antonymous" are not the same word, and do not appear to be RELATED words, either, and there goes my best inference as to the meaning of the mystery word.)
Kimbley has nothing to say to me, but he tends to pet the Chemical Abstracts as we go past them once or twice a day. I looked in them and it was Greek to me, as they say, but they make him grin, and don't we look smart with heavy black vinyl-sided tomes in our grip.
Lollerskates?
Mmmm, I'm going to go get my battered 1980's dictionary and compare it against the new volume, and see if it tells me what these words mean.
If it can, I will return to gloat unbearably. *Halo.*
I had an active night. I must have had. I was having an active morning. Dreaming very fast--library, arcade, living quarters--the Soldier Dream and the Books Dream and the Arcade Dream, smashed against each other, kicking toward synthesis.
I was dreaming about school. Partly about being at school, but partly school as an abstract, retrospective thing.
I had a posse? Told you it was a dream. Anyway, these neutral-sorta-friendly people, chicks and dudes in a loose cluster, we're doing some project or something for school. But it's not like it usually is, there's not the "WE are the group, YOU are not-quite, and we will argue with every point you raise and then blame you when WE don't get a perfect score because of our own stupidity" tension going on.
But. Anyway.
All is well. We're making something, and it's pretty, and we're talking, and no one's arguing, and this girl by my elbow asks me to explain something, so I start, and then a girl a few seats over (she is friends with Question Girl--I know that somehow in my sleep) looks up at me and says:
"I can't stand when you explain things. You use all these words and no one knows what they mean and it's really annoying."
So I stop talking. But this only takes a second. Resentment creases and burns my tongue.
Not this time.
"You know what? No. I'm through. You didn't even ask the question, it's none of your business what the hell I say, and vocabulary is the only thing that even keeps me at school, it's the only thing I've ever even LIKED ABOUT SCHOOL, I hate the food, I hate the drive, I hate putting up with YOU every day, but I like the vocabulary, and I'm going to get you an A, so shut up and listen to me."
She opens and shuts her mouth at me, says something about me sucking, and just generally pouts.
Question Girl gets her explanation.
I was also trying to explain to them how mystifying it was to add because the numbers rotate and disappear--for me, math is magic in a horrifying and literal sense; let's watch them saw everything in half! NOTHING APPEASES THE DEMONS AHAHAHA YOU ARE WORM FOOD, PENITENT, ON YOUR KNEES--but, naturally, normals are not good with any kind of altered perception insight.
Bothers my therapist, somewhat, even. That the holy sacred infallible human mind cannot OMG TRIUMPH.
Your logic and reason amuse me.
THE RL SAGA: For whatever reason, my alarm clock did not go off. There goes my morning class; I have no way to get to it. I'm thus in no great hurry to catch the next bus out.
Google knows what "diachronic" and "apotropaic" mean.
The Oxford College Dictionary, Second American Edition, 2002, DOES NOT.
Lollerols.
diachronic: referring to phenomena as they change over time.
apotropaic: in essence, warding off evil.
Hmmm.
Which of these words will Jheti get more mileage out of? Anyone? Best guess? XD
I had three more words I wanted the meaning of, but I do not recall...
Patristic, antinimous (which Google's ":define" command and Dictionary.com both do not recognize as a word, but which occurs on the Web itself in philosophical and similar documents), and...oh, there was one more...Feh.
I found them in this ungodly long-winded book about masks and culture.
Mileena wanted it. Sat up for the chapter about the Gorgon, but mostly ignored the book otherwise. She whined sorely about the density of the languaging.
I went in circles with it, trying to find the ends of sentences; he never stopped "talking"--his narration was exceedingly poor. No rhythm, no sense, and deeply abstruse word choice.
My collection of words is...not small. I think I went four pages before hitting three words I didn't recall ever even seeing before.
(Note also that "antinimous" and "antonymous" are not the same word, and do not appear to be RELATED words, either, and there goes my best inference as to the meaning of the mystery word.)
Kimbley has nothing to say to me, but he tends to pet the Chemical Abstracts as we go past them once or twice a day. I looked in them and it was Greek to me, as they say, but they make him grin, and don't we look smart with heavy black vinyl-sided tomes in our grip.
Lollerskates?
Mmmm, I'm going to go get my battered 1980's dictionary and compare it against the new volume, and see if it tells me what these words mean.
If it can, I will return to gloat unbearably. *Halo.*
I had an active night. I must have had. I was having an active morning. Dreaming very fast--library, arcade, living quarters--the Soldier Dream and the Books Dream and the Arcade Dream, smashed against each other, kicking toward synthesis.
I was dreaming about school. Partly about being at school, but partly school as an abstract, retrospective thing.
I had a posse? Told you it was a dream. Anyway, these neutral-sorta-friendly people, chicks and dudes in a loose cluster, we're doing some project or something for school. But it's not like it usually is, there's not the "WE are the group, YOU are not-quite, and we will argue with every point you raise and then blame you when WE don't get a perfect score because of our own stupidity" tension going on.
But. Anyway.
All is well. We're making something, and it's pretty, and we're talking, and no one's arguing, and this girl by my elbow asks me to explain something, so I start, and then a girl a few seats over (she is friends with Question Girl--I know that somehow in my sleep) looks up at me and says:
"I can't stand when you explain things. You use all these words and no one knows what they mean and it's really annoying."
So I stop talking. But this only takes a second. Resentment creases and burns my tongue.
Not this time.
"You know what? No. I'm through. You didn't even ask the question, it's none of your business what the hell I say, and vocabulary is the only thing that even keeps me at school, it's the only thing I've ever even LIKED ABOUT SCHOOL, I hate the food, I hate the drive, I hate putting up with YOU every day, but I like the vocabulary, and I'm going to get you an A, so shut up and listen to me."
She opens and shuts her mouth at me, says something about me sucking, and just generally pouts.
Question Girl gets her explanation.
I was also trying to explain to them how mystifying it was to add because the numbers rotate and disappear--for me, math is magic in a horrifying and literal sense; let's watch them saw everything in half! NOTHING APPEASES THE DEMONS AHAHAHA YOU ARE WORM FOOD, PENITENT, ON YOUR KNEES--but, naturally, normals are not good with any kind of altered perception insight.
Bothers my therapist, somewhat, even. That the holy sacred infallible human mind cannot OMG TRIUMPH.
Your logic and reason amuse me.
THE RL SAGA: For whatever reason, my alarm clock did not go off. There goes my morning class; I have no way to get to it. I'm thus in no great hurry to catch the next bus out.
