Tmesis is a linguistic phenomenon or figure of speech in which a word is separated into two parts, with other words occurring between them.
“Congratu-fuckin’-lations”, in which an expletive or profanity is inserted
“La-dee-freakin’-da”, a variation of the above in which a less offensive infix is substituted.
“Earvin ‘Magic’ Johnson, Jr.”, in which a nickname is inserted between a first and last name.
“Wel-diddly-elcome”, a signature phrase of fictional character Ned Flanders’, where a nonsense word is inserted. Note the reduplication of part of the host word.
“Any-old-how”, in which the divisibility of “anything” (as in “any old thing”) is mimicked with the usually indivisible “anyhow”.
“A-whole-nother”, in which another (an+other) is reanalyzed as a+nother.
I havent been blogging much again… my own fault. Just not had a lot to say. End of term – only me and Jess still in the house now – I’m back in Bristol on wednesday and she’s back thurs. Then I’ve gotta look for a job.
Oh and found more time for reading books at last. Finished Stephen Fry’s autibiography Moab is my Washpot. I recommend it to anyone. Brilliantly funny and also very moving and poignant.
Ok so last bit of work for the 2nd year of my psychology degree tomorrow. And what’s good – it’s a multiple choice exam. Even if I dont know the answer it’s there in front of me.
No more evaluating and remembering studies supporting and studies backing up evidence of this type of thinking or that mental disease.
Exam should be over by about 2.30 so heading towards Union room right next to the exam place for drinkies.. maybe many.
Thing to get excited about – I’m seeing Derren Brown live next wednesday. I’d been looking for someone to come to see him with me and I found my uncle when he came over for Easter. It’s in Salisbury city hall. Ideally I’d like to see him in Plymouth cus he’s here this saturday but annoying time for Uncle. And Bristol had sold out so Salisbury it was.
Hopefully next weekend a bunch of us housemates plus extras are going camping in Newquay for the weekend after the end of term. Looking forward to it as I’ve never been to Newquay (missed out on the whole teenager going away thing) and should be warm weather.
I should go do some more revision for tomorrow but it’s not that hard a topic and frankly my dear blog, I dont give a damn.
This morning I went to the fridge, looked in there for about 10 seconds and wondered what I was looking for. I remembered I wanted a cup of tea – teabags! duh – they are not in the fridge. I went over to my cupboard and it occurred to me they are not in there either but on the shelf above the kitchen surface where I standing originally.
Ahhh – I think I’m living up to the last post.
How to… be middle aged
Saturday May 5, 2007
Middle age is a lot like the Middle Ages in that no one is terribly interested in it unless you happen to be living in that period. Middle age is when you discover that despite spending 30 years ignoring, refuting and despising everything your parents have ever said and done, you’ve turned into an exact copy of them. You also understand what an appalling pain in the arse you must have been for all those years.
Often, when you arrive at middle age, you realise you have inadvertently crossed the political spectrum. Many young socialist workers end up playing golf with their business buddies, while young fogies find themselves meditating in an ashram somewhere. Political beliefs, like hairstyles, take a long time to change, and many people continue to sport their socialism/mullet long after the rest of their lifestyle has moved on.
Middle age is when you realise that you are what you’re going to be when you grow up. That’s why many people have a mid-life crisis and decide they want to be something completely different. If you plan it just right, you can have your mid-life crisis when your children are having their teenage crises, which makes for interesting mealtimes.
Middle age is when you get the first visible signs of aging, such as a conservatory. The first time you do something to make you appear younger is the first sign that you’re middle-aged. Another visible sign of middle age appears in the middle of your body: it’s called middle-aged spread, which is like chocolate spread in that it is full of fat but not so tasty on bread.
They say 50 is the new 30. Which means that 30 is the new 10. As 10 is the new 18, this actually works out quite well. Seventy is the new 50, while 90 is the new 70. Middle age now starts at the new 60 and finishes at the old 70. If you can’t be bothered to work it out, you’re safely middle-aged.
The great thing about being middle-aged is that you no longer have to be young with all the dressing up, late nights and pretence that entails. Instead, you get comfortable shoes, early nights and feel completely at home with yourself; in other words, it’s when boring becomes exciting.
is “the act or habit of estimating or describing something as worthless, or making something to be worthless by deprecation”.
According to Wikipedia it is the longest non-technical word in the English language.
So what is it… dictionary definition in basic terms – a set of beliefs concerning the cause, nature, and purpose of the universe, esp. when considered as the creation of a superhuman agency or agencies, usually involving devotional and ritual observances, and often containing a moral code governing the conduct of human affairs
Very wide concept really. How many people does it take to believe in something before it becomes a religion? Not many I hear you say – well my point exactly.
Anyone could start a religion
Or one could exist without anyone intending it to.
Surely a religion could just be a strong belief by held and acted upon by a person. Any person.
Take the film Life of Brian – it shows right from the beginning that the life of Jesus and belief in Christianity is completely interpretation.
For instance – “blessed are the cheesemakers”
“well of course it’s not meant to be taken literally, it refers to any manufacturer of dairy products”
One guy (who may have been born in a stable/barn etc) who was born a long time ago but before people had any kind of year measurement, probably said good things to people such as ‘love thy neighbour’ or ‘blessed are the peacemakers’.
As many psychologists or just keen observers of human nature may know, people are suggestible, they like to follow trends.
“the messiah, the messiah, he is the messiah” etc.
They followed this man, and listened to every word he said and tried to act upon it.
Problem is they were so intent on doing exactly as he said and worshipping him that they were doing the opposite of what he was doing anyway.
He may have said good things such as love thy neighbour, but for the next 2000 years, people have been arguing, killing each other, dividing within communities and countries, because they cant decide exactly how he said it.
People who believe strictly in religion may always think they are right when in fact they are taking eerything they live by from someone they have never met, and have no proof ever said these things.
It baffles me anyway.
If you are wondering what brought the above text on – well large amounts of revision have been going on – in between I do like to let off steam so I thought I’d have a little rant about my views on religion.
First exam tomorrow – I cant wait to get started. I’m sick of preparing for stuff without having started the exams yet.
That’s why I havent been online much lately. Been sitting at the kitchen table most of the day everyday for nearly the last fortnight going over notes and making new notes, finding lecture slides that I dont remember going to and looking over the few sample essay questions I have.