And here is the Wannaskan Almanac for Word-Wednesday, July 22, 2020, the 30th Wednesday of the year, the fifth Wednesday of summer, and the 204th day of the year, with 162 days remaining.
Wannaska Nature Update for July 22, 2020
The mushrooms are mushrooming!
Nordhem Lunch: Closed.
Culinary Alternatives: Nothing tops a plain pizza!
Earth/Moon Almanac for July 22, 2020
Sunrise: 5:44am; Sunset: 9:13pm; 2 minutes, 23 seconds less daylight today
Moonrise: 7:44am; Moonset: 10:52pm, waxing crescent
Temperature Almanac for July 22, 2020
Average Record Today
High 79 98 77
Low 56 37 58
July 22 Celebrations from National Day Calendar
July 22 Word Riddle
What single word can be made from the following three words?
spare him not.*
July 22 Pun
Before Mount Rushmore was carved, its beauty was unpresidented.
July 22 Notable Historic Events, Literary or Otherwise, from On This Day
July 22 Author/Artist/Character Birthdays, from On This Day
July 22 Word Fact
In Iceland, a bachelorette party is not known as a hen party but “goose party”.
Words-I-Looked-Up-This-Week Writer's Challenge
Make a single sentence (or poem) from the following words:
July 22, 2020 Word-Wednesday Feature
Spoonerism
In honor of Doonerism Spay and the Oxford don and ordained minister William Archibald Spooner, who was born on this day, Word-Wednesday again celebrates his greatest lifetime achievement, the spoonerism: an accidental or intentional error in speech in which a pair of consonants, vowels, syllables, or morphemes are mixed up in a word or phrase, often to humorous effect. This time with Sven and Ula, without dialect.
From A Year with Rilke, July 22 Entry
Evening, from Book of Images.
Slowly evening takes on the garments
held for it by a line of ancient trees.
you look, and the world recedes from you.
Part of it moves heavenward, the rest falls away.
And you are left, belonging to neither fully,
not quite so dark as the silent house,
not quit so sure of eternity
as that shining now in the night sky, a point of light.
You are left, for reasons you can’t explain,
with a life that is anxious and huge,
so that, at times confined, at times expanding,
it becomes in you now stone, now star.
Wannaska Nature Update for July 22, 2020
The mushrooms are mushrooming!
Nordhem Lunch: Closed.
Culinary Alternatives: Nothing tops a plain pizza!
Earth/Moon Almanac for July 22, 2020
Sunrise: 5:44am; Sunset: 9:13pm; 2 minutes, 23 seconds less daylight today
Moonrise: 7:44am; Moonset: 10:52pm, waxing crescent
Temperature Almanac for July 22, 2020
Average Record Today
High 79 98 77
Low 56 37 58
July 22 Celebrations from National Day Calendar
- National Penuche Fudge Day
- National Hammock Day
- National Rat Catcher’s Day
- National Hot Dog Day
- Doonerism Spay
July 22 Word Riddle
What single word can be made from the following three words?
spare him not.*
July 22 Pun
Before Mount Rushmore was carved, its beauty was unpresidented.
July 22 Notable Historic Events, Literary or Otherwise, from On This Day
- 1489 Tractate Niddah, a talmudic edition, first printed.
- 1796 Cleveland, Ohio, founded by General Moses Cleaveland. Originally called "Cleaveland", the public adopted the current name after a newspaper editor noticed the name was too long to fit on the page.
- 1893 Katharine Lee Bates writes America the Beautiful in Colorado.
July 22 Author/Artist/Character Birthdays, from On This Day
- 1844 Reverend William Archibald Spooner, namesake of the spoonerism.
- 1849 Emma Lazarus, American poet, author of New Colossus on the base of Statue of Liberty.
- 1882 Edward Hopper.
- 1898 Alexander Calder.
- 1898 Stephen Vincent Benét.
- 1908 Amy Vanderbilt.
- 1932 Tom Robbins.
July 22 Word Fact
In Iceland, a bachelorette party is not known as a hen party but “goose party”.
Words-I-Looked-Up-This-Week Writer's Challenge
Make a single sentence (or poem) from the following words:
- accismus [ak-SIZ-muhs]: a feigned lack of interest in something while actually desiring it.
- blague: n., a bombastic or obfuscatory orator; v., to talk pretentiously and usually inaccurately; to lie boastfully.
- chthonian: concerning, belonging to, or inhabiting the underworld.
- drawcansir: a blustering, bullying fellow.
- festinate: to hurry; hasten.
- kvetch: to criticize or complain a great deal.
- mens rea: the intention or knowledge of wrongdoing that constitutes part of a crime, as opposed to the action or conduct of the accused.
- pedant: a person who is excessively concerned with minor details and rules or with displaying academic learning.
- smirr: a fine, drifting rain or drizzle.
- testaceous: having a hard outer shell.
July 22, 2020 Word-Wednesday Feature
Spoonerism
In honor of Doonerism Spay and the Oxford don and ordained minister William Archibald Spooner, who was born on this day, Word-Wednesday again celebrates his greatest lifetime achievement, the spoonerism: an accidental or intentional error in speech in which a pair of consonants, vowels, syllables, or morphemes are mixed up in a word or phrase, often to humorous effect. This time with Sven and Ula, without dialect.
It had been a tough day for Sven and Ula. Sven was having plumbing problems so bad and for so long he was sure he had developed drain bamage. Lacking even a functional shower, Sven and Monique had only the bater wottle to rinse each other off. Sven smelled like a bowel feast after hours of hard work in the hot basement. After pit nicking Sven about how his oddy boder was making her eyes water, Monique finally screamed, "Please tease my ears, heave this louse for Ula's, and go shake a tower!"
It was a blushing crow for Sven. With a half-warmed fish to just relax, fight a camp liar, and sit alone with a bold crew, Sven glumly nicked his pose as he trudged over to Ula's. When he arrived, Ula was in the den chipping through the flannels on the TV, enjoying his cop porn and some condiments. Surprised to see Sven, Ula exclaimed, "I didn't hear to drive up. Does your jalopy have a bat flattery? You look hungry! Would you like one of my nasal huts?"
"No, thank you." moaned Sven. "Hiss and leer, Ula! Monique went me on my say hover ear to shake a tower. She stalled me kinky! It's a lack of pies, it is!" Ula knelt his hose and pointed understandingly upstairs, replying, "You know where it is. It's pretty close to my teepy slime, Sven, so don't take loo tong." Ula heard the rower shunning, and before long he heard Sven yelling, "I'm shout of the hour!"
The fold ends then bared a couple of shears and talked about all the mad bunny Sven might have lost if he'd pliered a hummer. Ula microwaved some chilled grease sandwiches. It had been a dong hard lay for Sven, but he had finally reached pun fart. Sven burped. Ula laughed, "That hit my bunny phone! You have such mad banners."
It was a blushing crow for Sven. With a half-warmed fish to just relax, fight a camp liar, and sit alone with a bold crew, Sven glumly nicked his pose as he trudged over to Ula's. When he arrived, Ula was in the den chipping through the flannels on the TV, enjoying his cop porn and some condiments. Surprised to see Sven, Ula exclaimed, "I didn't hear to drive up. Does your jalopy have a bat flattery? You look hungry! Would you like one of my nasal huts?"
"No, thank you." moaned Sven. "Hiss and leer, Ula! Monique went me on my say hover ear to shake a tower. She stalled me kinky! It's a lack of pies, it is!" Ula knelt his hose and pointed understandingly upstairs, replying, "You know where it is. It's pretty close to my teepy slime, Sven, so don't take loo tong." Ula heard the rower shunning, and before long he heard Sven yelling, "I'm shout of the hour!"
The fold ends then bared a couple of shears and talked about all the mad bunny Sven might have lost if he'd pliered a hummer. Ula microwaved some chilled grease sandwiches. It had been a dong hard lay for Sven, but he had finally reached pun fart. Sven burped. Ula laughed, "That hit my bunny phone! You have such mad banners."
From A Year with Rilke, July 22 Entry
Evening, from Book of Images.
Slowly evening takes on the garments
held for it by a line of ancient trees.
you look, and the world recedes from you.
Part of it moves heavenward, the rest falls away.
And you are left, belonging to neither fully,
not quite so dark as the silent house,
not quit so sure of eternity
as that shining now in the night sky, a point of light.
You are left, for reasons you can’t explain,
with a life that is anxious and huge,
so that, at times confined, at times expanding,
it becomes in you now stone, now star.
Be better than yesterday,
learn a new word today,
try to stay out of trouble - at least until tomorrow,
and write when you have the time.
*misanthrope.
ReplyDeleteI once knew a girl, just a friend, yes platonic
And she worked in a bar that was dark and chthonic
Now Nell, she was comely of face and of figure
Which to patrons drawcansir was naught but a trigger.
To her aid do not festinate, for she knew Jiu Jitsu
And the blood of the blaguers she’d smirr like the dew
Their testaceous heads she could crack with no fuss
Till they all settled down to a manner accismus
But like pedants they kvetched till she upped her career:
Hunting and stuffing and mounting men’s reas
Chthonic: of or relating to the underworld
Drawcansir: bully boy
Festinate: hurry
Smirr: drizzle
Blague: blowhard
Testaceous: having a hard outer shell
Accismus: pretending not to care
Pedant: worries about minor rules
Kvetch: complain and whine
Mens rea: know about a crime. Nell is from Boston
ReplyDeleteStood gory on Sven’s jumbing plob. You must have been a floom in the ry.
A quick poetic variation on the spoonerism
ReplyDeleteEat butter when festering
Worm a new urn today
try to stay out of bubbles - at yeast until Joe blows
and fright ten ewe heave the line