Sunday, April 04, 2021

My melted Easter bunny caused a DELIQUIUM

What's the  word I'm thinking of? Today, it's... 

DELIQUIUM [del-IK-wee-um] (noun)

Melting or dissolution; liquefying; a maudlin mood

"When at length overtaken and reconveyed to the house, deliquium followed deliquium, and when they ceased, frenzy succeeded; the dark night of insanity had utterly quenched the light of reason."
--Reuben Percy, The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction (1834)

"The worship of Odin astonishes us, -- to fall prostrate before the Great Man, into deliquium of love and wonder over him, and feel in their hearts that he was a denizen of the skies, a god!"
--Thomas Carlyle, On Heroes, Hero-Worship and the Heroic in History (1840)

Things melt. The salad left too long in the refrigerator turns to green slime. A vinyl phonograph disc left in the sun warps disastrously. A plastic carafe left too close to the stove burner assumes a comical shape. All these things have happened to me, sad to say. But the worst was during my childhood, when my parents gave me a chocolate bunny one hot Easter morning. While we attended some religious rite, we left the confection in the car. When we returned, all that was left of my sacchariferous hare was a pool of chocolate milk. And yes, that put me in a deliquium. (TWITO, page 40)

Sunday, March 21, 2021

I know you're reading this because of your SACCADE

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SACCADE (noun) [sa-KAHD]
A small, rapid movement of the eye

"Watching Henry as he turned the pages of Gravity's Rainbow, I was fascinated by the saccades of his left eye, which seemed to oscillate faster than his right." (TWITO, page 129)

Sunday, March 14, 2021

Nice day for some NEPHELOCOCCYGIA?

What's "the word I'm thinking of"? Today it's....

NEPHELOCOCCYGIA (noun) [nef-el-o-kok-sij’-ia]

Cloud gazing; the act of looking for and finding shapes in clouds; also, when capitalized, the name of "Cloud-Cuckoo-Land" in Aristophanes’ The Birds

"Terrence spent Saturday prostrate in the yard and in nephelococcygia, finding inspiration in the thunderheads."

I remember seeing a lot of things in clouds as a kid: faces, cities, fabulous beasts. I can’t do that anymore, which is sad. Now I just see water vapor, though I still can’t quite believe, sometimes, that I couldn’t sit on one of those diaphanous thrones if I could just get up there. (TWITO, page 95)