"Portmanteau word" is used to describe a linguistic blend, namely "a word formed by blending sounds from two or more distinct words and combining their meanings."
Such a definition of "portmanteau word" overlaps with the grammatical term contraction, and linguists avoid using the former term in such cases. As an example: the words do + not become the contraction don't, a single word that represents the meaning of the combined words.
Wikipedia (pronounced /ˌwiːkiˈpiːdiə/ or /ˌwɪkɨˈpiːdiə/) is a multilingual, Web-based, free-content encyclopedia project. The name "Wikipedia" is a portmanteau of the words wiki (a type of collaborative Web site) and encyclopedia. Wikipedia's articles provide links to guide the user to related pages with additional information.
Users should be aware that not all articles are of encyclopedic quality from the start: they may contain false or debatable information. Indeed, many articles start their lives as partisan; and, after a long process of discussion, debate, and argument, they gradually take on a neutral point of view reached through consensus. Others may, for a while, become caught up in a heavily unbalanced viewpoint which can take some time—months perhaps—to achieve better balanced coverage of their subject. In part, this is because editors often contribute content in which they have a particular interest and do not attempt to make each article that they edit comprehensive. However, eventually, additional editors expand and contribute to articles and strive to achieve balance and comprehensive coverage. In addition, Wikipedia operates a number of internal resolution processes that can assist when editors disagree on content and approach. Usually, the editors eventually reach a consensus on ways to improve the article.
So this post is pure Gobbledygook or gobbledegook (sometimes gobbledegoo, gobbledeegook or other forms is an English term used to describe nonsensical language. Which of course is a made up word, an onomatopoeic imitation of a turkey's gobble.
Onomatopoeia or onomatopœia, from the Greek ὀνοματοποιία (ὄνομα for "name" and ποιέω for "I make"), is one or more words that imitate or suggest the source of the sound they are describing. Common occurrences include animal noises, such as "oink" or "meow" or "roar".
in closing this is all fluffshit (fluff & bullshit) besides does anyone even read me anymore?????
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Zero
OK here is an interesting conversation and it revolves around me being me and the how somethings can just be twisted into such interesting topics.
what is zero? it is the lack of something right? So what is zero degrees? Zero MPH or KPH is the lack of speed or no speed. So is Zero degrees the lack of temperature? Impossible right.
If you have temperature you have some measurable amount.
**so at this point one party is frustrated.
it is a reference to a base point. Like Zero degrees Celsius is 32 degrees Fahrenheit. Still I argue "So someone just said this is the temperature and I will call it zero and this arbitrary scale will measure the difference from this point?" ridiculous.
somehow this was more interesting before I wrote it - sorry.
Now I meant this to be a legitimate post and not "Fluff" , but I am disappointed in it. I am not going to delete it so you can read something.
what is zero? it is the lack of something right? So what is zero degrees? Zero MPH or KPH is the lack of speed or no speed. So is Zero degrees the lack of temperature? Impossible right.
If you have temperature you have some measurable amount.
**so at this point one party is frustrated.
it is a reference to a base point. Like Zero degrees Celsius is 32 degrees Fahrenheit. Still I argue "So someone just said this is the temperature and I will call it zero and this arbitrary scale will measure the difference from this point?" ridiculous.
somehow this was more interesting before I wrote it - sorry.
Now I meant this to be a legitimate post and not "Fluff" , but I am disappointed in it. I am not going to delete it so you can read something.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Friends...............**Stolen from Facebook but too nice not to share **
Friends by Veronica Ann Cech
Friendship . . .. . .
is you.. . .
is love.. . .
is shared.. . .
is forgiving.. . .
is understanding.. . .
is shared secrets.. . .
heals many hurts.. . .
is not judgmental.. . .
is shared laughter.. . .
is slow and steady.. . .
can be angry at times.. . .
is dependable and true.. . .
is more precious than silver or gold.. . .
is meant to be savored like fine wine.. . .
is not perfect, much like we are not perfect.. . .
does not hold grudges or demand perfection.. . .
makes all the wrong things in life, right somehow.. . .
is meant to be gulped like lemonade on a hot summer day.. . .
is always there, through times of trial, happy times and hard times.. . .
just happens, but once discovered, needs to be tended like a beautiful garden.. .
is a road to be traveled slowly, remembering the sights and sounds.. . .
is strength when you are too weak to notice its there.. . .
is a cherished moment of mutual understanding.. . .
reaches into your heart and grabs a firm hold.. . .
is a refreshing rain on a hot day.. . .
is sunshine through the clouds.. . .
cannot be forced or induced.. . .
is relaxed and comfortable.. . .
is a shoulder to lean on.. . .
is an ear to whine to.. . .
gets better with age.. . .
is shared tears.. . .
is shared pain.. . .
is shared joy.. . .
is shared.. . .
is love.. . .
is you.
Friendship . . .. . .
is you.. . .
is love.. . .
is shared.. . .
is forgiving.. . .
is understanding.. . .
is shared secrets.. . .
heals many hurts.. . .
is not judgmental.. . .
is shared laughter.. . .
is slow and steady.. . .
can be angry at times.. . .
is dependable and true.. . .
is more precious than silver or gold.. . .
is meant to be savored like fine wine.. . .
is not perfect, much like we are not perfect.. . .
does not hold grudges or demand perfection.. . .
makes all the wrong things in life, right somehow.. . .
is meant to be gulped like lemonade on a hot summer day.. . .
is always there, through times of trial, happy times and hard times.. . .
just happens, but once discovered, needs to be tended like a beautiful garden.. .
is a road to be traveled slowly, remembering the sights and sounds.. . .
is strength when you are too weak to notice its there.. . .
is a cherished moment of mutual understanding.. . .
reaches into your heart and grabs a firm hold.. . .
is a refreshing rain on a hot day.. . .
is sunshine through the clouds.. . .
cannot be forced or induced.. . .
is relaxed and comfortable.. . .
is a shoulder to lean on.. . .
is an ear to whine to.. . .
gets better with age.. . .
is shared tears.. . .
is shared pain.. . .
is shared joy.. . .
is shared.. . .
is love.. . .
is you.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
makes you think
as I drift off to sleep I recollect random thoughts of the day and I realize that despite how much I thin I am in control of my life I am not!
Sure we think we are. We think we can change the way we react to situations , that we can learn from our past mistakes and make better decisions......NOT.
Okay well maybe we can but a lot of time we don't. We fall back into the same routines that we have learned, that have become ingrained in our behavior.
We pick the same kind of mates we always have despite how different they seem at first or how different we think they are, even how different we think we have become.
But do we really change? Behavioral patterns and programmed responses take control when we are tired and not cognizant of their presence.
I hope I can be strong enough and aware enough to make the change. I do not want to stay in the detrimental relationships of yore. Stuck in the groundhog day of hell that I view my former life as.
Stick to your guns....Let the promise of a new joy be the Sun that guides you and warms your soul as you begin to enjoy life again....
Sure we think we are. We think we can change the way we react to situations , that we can learn from our past mistakes and make better decisions......NOT.
Okay well maybe we can but a lot of time we don't. We fall back into the same routines that we have learned, that have become ingrained in our behavior.
We pick the same kind of mates we always have despite how different they seem at first or how different we think they are, even how different we think we have become.
But do we really change? Behavioral patterns and programmed responses take control when we are tired and not cognizant of their presence.
I hope I can be strong enough and aware enough to make the change. I do not want to stay in the detrimental relationships of yore. Stuck in the groundhog day of hell that I view my former life as.
Stick to your guns....Let the promise of a new joy be the Sun that guides you and warms your soul as you begin to enjoy life again....
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
washed away
...Rode in the rain last night. Sure it was sunny and promising when I started out. The air smelled fresh and I ached to be on the road where the wind seems to strip away the stress of life.
after a bit I saw the clouds rolling in and it was a question of how far could I get before getting wet. I did not think "Geez if I turn back now I can get home dry" for turning back was not an option.
Funny thing after I got soaked I almost was glad. The rain seem to help purge me of even more stress. I totally escaped this reality and entered a new one. All I concentrated on was not getting hit and my only worries were if that puddle was covering a huge hole or just merely surface water.
The stress of the day was washed away and I was renewed. The cold water ran down my face and I could taste the salt of what was moments ago sweat. Onward I was driven towards my goal... a warm dry towel. It was not refuge but a reward.
Isn't it odd how things that outwardly seem like they would be unpleasant often surprise us and become a joyful experience?
Welcome the unexpected and keep an open mind. Even the rose whose bloom smells so sweet is protected by it's thorns.
Often the prize is hidden from view, and even more sweet is it's reward.
after a bit I saw the clouds rolling in and it was a question of how far could I get before getting wet. I did not think "Geez if I turn back now I can get home dry" for turning back was not an option.
Funny thing after I got soaked I almost was glad. The rain seem to help purge me of even more stress. I totally escaped this reality and entered a new one. All I concentrated on was not getting hit and my only worries were if that puddle was covering a huge hole or just merely surface water.
The stress of the day was washed away and I was renewed. The cold water ran down my face and I could taste the salt of what was moments ago sweat. Onward I was driven towards my goal... a warm dry towel. It was not refuge but a reward.
Isn't it odd how things that outwardly seem like they would be unpleasant often surprise us and become a joyful experience?
Welcome the unexpected and keep an open mind. Even the rose whose bloom smells so sweet is protected by it's thorns.
Often the prize is hidden from view, and even more sweet is it's reward.
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