Archive for January, 2005
word of the day
Jan 28th
intestine
adjective ~ internal; specifically: of or relating to the internal affairs of a state or country
Regrettably, the region has been mired in intestine conflict for more than three decades.
i am…
Jan 28th
I’m not sure if this is a good thing considering that I’m 38 years old. Heh.
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13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what’s to come… love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You’ve had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You’ve been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. |
daughters
Jan 27th
John Mayer – Daughters
I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
But she’s just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I’ve done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I’m starting to see
Maybe it’s got nothing to do with me
Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too
Oh, you see that skin?
It’s the same she’s been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she’s left
Cleaning up the mess he made
So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too
Boys, you can break
You’ll find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without the warmth from
A womans good, good heart
On behalf of every man
Looking out for every girl
You are the god and the weight of her world
So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too
word of the day
Jan 27th
caucus
noun ~ *1. a closed meeting of a group of persons belonging to the same political party or faction; 2. a group of people united to promote an agreed-upon cause
*Delegates attending the local caucus chose the candidates they wanted placed on the ballot at the party convention.
lost
Jan 26th
I was twenty when I met him.
He was charming. Six foot tall, blond hair, piercing blue eyes, easy smile, intelligent, and that easy-going attitude that would win him many friends over the years…and assist him in his deepest manipulations.
I was twenty-two when he left me standing naked on a brightly lit doorstep in the darkest desert night. I was illuminated. I was humiliated.
It had started as everything started: at the pool hall. He was addicted to billiards. We spent every night in pool halls. I even got a job in one so he could play for free. He had the nicest cues (a few of them cost over $1000 each with beautiful inlays and semi-precious stones).
He was good. He played on a semi-professional level. There was no one in town that could beat him. He was a shark. Tourists would roam into the busy pool hall and he would be waiting. He could spot them a mile away. He could smell the money.
It was a bad night. He didn’t win as much as he thought he could. We fought on the drive home about something stupid. I was tired and he was mad. It was a bad combination.
I got out of the car. He threw his cue case at me. I ran into the house to escape his rage. He chased me down. He caught me and put me into a headlock (he wrestled in high school and was good and strong).
I hit at him to get away. I hit him hard in the groin. It was the only place I could reach. I never hit him again, even in the ensuing years when he hurt me even worse.
His hands went around my neck. He was squeezing. He squeezed harder. My legs went out from under me and I was brought to my knees. I could taste the blood in my mouth. I could feel my breath being cut off. I could feel myself dying.
He let go and walked away leaving me with bruises on my throat.
I went to the bedroom and undressed, crawling naked into bed.
He was waiting for that moment.
He pulled me by my hair down the hall to the front door. I was crying, begging him to stop. He pushed me out without a word. I heard the deadbolt click.
I was locked out.
I yelled. I begged. I tried to cover myself with my hands, my arms. I curled up in a ball on the doorstep.
I whimpered.
I shook.
And he finally opened the door having taught me my lesson.
I was redeemed.
I was twenty-five when I escaped from him.
word of the day
Jan 26th
fortitude
noun ~ strength of mind that enables a person to encounter danger or bear pain or adversity with courage.
“Jacob’s fortitude deserted him at the double disappearance of his schoolfellows and his prospect of dinner.” ~ Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White
word of the day
Jan 25th
zeroth
adjective ~ being numbered zero in a series; also: of, relating to, or being zero
Isaac Asimov’s Zeroth Law — “A robot may not harm humanity” — supersedes his First Law disallowing a robot to harm an individual human being.
word of the day
Jan 24th
hector
verb ~ 1. to play the bully: swagger; *2. to intimidate or harass by bluster or personal pressure
*The radio talk show host hectored her callers into accepting her point of view.
word of the day
Jan 23rd
bouquiniste
noun ~ a dealer in secondhand books
While exploring the narrow streets of Rome, Leslie came upon a bookstall and asked the bouquiniste if he had anything in English.
word of the day
Jan 22nd
puerile
adjective ~ 1. juvenile; *2. childish, silly
*Beth’s husband likes to pull puerile gags with handshake buzzers and dribble glasses.
