I.D.10-t wrote:No mater how many times I see it infrared looks strange to me.
Misled, too.
My favorite quintessential word is lagniappe (lahn-yop). It means a small gift or, more broadly, an unintended positive consequence. I used it in a paper once, but the referree and editor made us take it out and replace one word (which admittedly few people know) with three.
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Hehe. I'm not much on pronouncements. I've been known to put the emPHAsis on the wrong syLLAble...a lot. And I went most of my life mispronouncing "forte". And let's not even mention "flaccid."
I'm still trying to find a way to work "incarnadine" into a conversation as a verb. The problem is that it needs a noble setting, as in "the multitudinous seas incarnadine," and those kind of situations just don't come up every day.
Your assignment -- use "callipygian" and "incarnadine" in the same sentence. For extra credit, work in "crapulous."
Edited to fix spelling.
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chas wrote:My favorite quintessential word is lagniappe (lahn-yop). It means a small gift or, more broadly, an unintended positive consequence. I used it in a paper once, but the referree and editor made us take it out and replace one word (which admittedly few people know) with three.
Lagniappe . . . a little extra something . . . if you're writing for Louisianians, feel free to use it. They'll all know what it means.
Yup, "mosey." Use it all the time.
"If y'all folks wanna mosey on back into the conference room, we can get started again . . . "
"I think I'll mosey on down to the cafeteria and see what-all's for lunch."
It was a crapulous gathering of whistlers, no question, and as Mooneen went bottoms-up with the merlot, sparkling incarnadine in her dixie cup, she was overcome with such wooziness that, as she fell flat on her back under the bench on which Irving and Paddy were working out harmony on Mason's Apron, her last conscious thought was, crapulous or not, at least the view is callipygian.
Sadly, I've never attended such a gathering of chiffers, and couldn't deal with the headache if I did.