Showing posts with label FWG vs the Dictionary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label FWG vs the Dictionary. Show all posts

Thursday, March 10, 2022

act /akt/

My acting career culminated in grade seven. Our French class performed a play for the school as part of some larger event which was attended by many parents. It was set in a discothèque. We all had to dance as the play opened. Then we talked. I had one line and I still have it memorized. Ready for this?

"D'accord!"

Which means I agree. I basically just piggybacked on someone else's line. Then we danced again to a cacophony of derisive laughter from the audience as the curtain closed.

I still remember the review I received for my performance: "Hey wasn't that your French class in the play? I'm surprised you weren't in it."

Madame Visser could have at least given me "Je suis d'accord." Maybe that would have got me in the spotlight long enough to be noticed. Oh well.

Totally not us.


Saturday, February 05, 2022

a·cros·tic /əˈkrôstik/

When I told the Earnest Chef I was working on a collection of crossword puzzles, he looked at me funny and said, "Why?"

I don't know if crossword puzzle mags have ever come with a dedication page but this one will. I'll dedicate to the Earnest Chef and be sure to note why!

This is the first one I came up with and it's called MOP TOPS. If you give it a go, I'd love to hear if you were able to complete it.



ACROSS

1 spidery sea crawler
5 much
9 1st Taiwanese ML pitcher
13 Parachute Club anthem: ____ Up
14 world's youngest mother
15 Goldie
16 Lennon-McCartney tune: Yes ____
17 drillers club
18 1985 Camaro version
19 1964 album
22 ____! Darling
23 what up, dawg
24 Torry sanctuary (abbr)
25 magic dragon
28 Axl Rose project (abbr)
29 in which Doris gets her ____
33 Serbian tabloid
34 ad ____
35 answer to 39-across
37 surplus
39 Tell me ____
40 Heston's crowd
41 to dress up like a wizard or warrior (abbr)
42 sphere or hazard
43 B side to Paperback Writer
44 urgent care source (abbr)
46 Eagles tune ____' 55
47 Let it ____
48 1963 album
56 malbec capper
57 dregs component
58 some for____ not for better…
59 melted mushroom or cranberry accompanier
60 Red and Dead
61 Coppel and Kennedy
62 oracle
63 trained killers
64 consequence of Lennon's Jesus remark

DOWN

1 house
2 ceremony
3 site of Taj Mahal and the Great Wall
4 greatest hits collection
5 burn soother
6 word-mime
7 Musketeers' chant opener (2 wds)
8 head tilter
9 ____ wants you back again.
10 model Underwood
11 missing from duty (abbr)
12 ____ there was a way to get back homeward
20 southpaw (init)
21 solar god
25 47-across composer
26 elbow bone
27 Fab ____
28 Pan or Yahweh
30 3rd track on 48-across
31 songwriter Amos
32 The Man
34 ____Said, She Said
35 Daltry's crowd
36 ____ & Zel's
38 Ender sequel: ____ of the Dead
39 Mr. Shears Campbell
42 checked out with Valens
43 mends bone
45 percussionist (abbr)
47 sheep utterance
48 toxic coolant banned in 1977 (abbr)
49 legend
50 Ontario feeder
51 hockey's Mr. Tikkanen
52 artsy marketplace
53 six or twelve for instance
54 Thracian tribe
55 ____while

Thursday, February 03, 2022

a·crop·o·lis /əˈkräpələs/

The Acropolises were the fortified heights of Greek cities way way back before Yahweh came barging in and did away with all the cool gods who are now reduced to Marvel action movie heroes and such. How degrading, right?

A handful of years back, some plot-building exercise led me to create a fantasy world scenario for fun, where a fortified city of great import (like today's Vatican but relating to the chief Norse gods) faced a dire circumstance. Religious artifacts had been stolen by a great witch from another plane of existence in a plot to expose the city to destruction from its neighboring volcano, from which they were, til then, protected by said Norse gods, but to then concoct a scenario where a new-in-town temple saves the day and purports to expose the historical rulers as corrupt and evil. The new temple was controlled by the witch who presented herself as a god.

But how to make the good guys win? Where do the heroes come from?

I told the late Liberal Theologian about it (my then-housemate) and we agreed at once to recruit a crew and run the thing as a Dungeons and Dragons adventure. The players were an acolyte and kennel master of a good guy temple where the head priest was kidnapped, a young dwarf who's engineer father had disappeared while contracted to head a major renovation to the (ultimately evil) temple of the witch, and a Frost woman who's brother disappeared when caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. In her search for her brother she got herself unfairly pegged as a suspect by the citadel master of the guard and had to be rescued, in effect, by the others.

They won the support of the Gjall; the great leader of the citadel (like a pope) who had been brought visions of the young would-be heroes by the Norns (divine Norse messengers who do such things - kind of like the three ghosts in Dickens' Christmas Carol).

Together they discovered that the Frost brother had been killed unfortunately but they raided the evil temple and rescued the Dwarven father who'd been set aside as eventual monster food because he knew too much, and they found their way through a tower portal network to a gateway world (literally an upside down world - and this was well before Stranger Things!) where they confronted and killed the witch monster without having to go all the way to her own plane. There they also discovered the Frost Brother in living form and there the Gjall, now murdered but returned in Revnant form, was able to help them all understand that he was in a kind of purgatory and could never return to his material plane but would be going to the Nirvana; the paradise, of his own kind and soon. And one day brother and sister (and all their kin) would be reunited there.

In the process they saved the Ruling counsel of the holy citadel by stopping the witch from ascending to the Gjall position in the false form of the successor which she had covertly executed.

The adventure was a great success and I started writing the novel according to our shared blueprint.

In Part Two they would go after the remaining artifacts in a race against time to shut down the volcano. But my housemate had become sick with cancer at this time and it did not feel like any kind of priority to any of us.

The Liberal Theologian then passed away and I stopped writing the book and haven't touched it since. Her D&D character was in essence the central character of the book, and there was a lot of herself in there, and everything feels different now. Maybe one day I'll pick it up again. Who knows.  

Sunday, January 30, 2022

ac·ro·nym /ˈakrəˌnim/

What does STI stand for?

According to Wikipedia it could mean:

  • Sexually transmitted infection
  • Signal transduction inhibitor
  • Soft tissue injury
  • Symptom targeted intervention
  • Shallow trench isolation
  • Still Image Architecture (What??)
  • Shimao Total Integration
  • Speech transmission index
  • Stationary target indication
  • Sail Training International
  • Sega Technical Institute
  • Subaru Tecnica International
  • Sony Toshiba & IBM
  • Scottish Trade International
  • and Straits Times Index

Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong!

It stands for Search for Terrestrial Intelligence!


While SETI is well known as the collective term for scientific searches for intelligent extra-terrestrial life, there is no STI of the same vein.

Until now!

I am declaring myself coordinator of the above endeavor! At least until someone more qualified comes along, or someone who has already taken on the role somehow outside of Google's radar. I did just such a search just moments ago and it did turn up a few hits but at a glance they seem not to be of the same scope as my focus - which is to search for intelligence among the human species of this planet and start to get a handle on just how common or uncommon it really is!

The prospect of finding human intelligence in any measurable density may be gloomy indeed, but as Carl Sagan said: Where there is life there is hope!


This is FWiG's 95th battle versus the dictionary in nearly eight years. At this rate he will complete the challenge in just 14,473 years. He'd better start looking after his health.


Tuesday, September 04, 2018

acrogen [ak-ruh-juhn]

the lobed osmunda, a fern native to the Andes region, is prescribed by the indigenous peoples of Tawinguala as an effective laxative. Explains the chief of one tribe: "With fronds like this, who needs enemas?"

Wow. What a horrible way to unearth FWG versus the Dictionary after a 29-month lull! Oh well. 94  words down, 170,955 to go!


Thursday, March 31, 2016

acrobat /ˈakrəˌbat/

Immediately upon my ascension to the top of the long long staircase a woman encounters me and asks for directions. Who does she think I am? Superman? My diaphragm does not support both climbing and talking on the same calendar day; much like the most talented singers and dancers cannot, as far as I know, do both simultaneously; singing and dancing, that is. There are certainly videos out there which suggest otherwise but I can’t help but assume there is some lip syncing going on.

Of course I had no way to explain any of this to her. I just stood there panting and shaking my head.

To me, all staircases look like this:


Wednesday, March 30, 2016

acrid /ˈakrəd/

I used to think that if politicians came equipped with brains or balls they might be inclined to accept my suggestion with regards to tobacco regulation and simply raise the minimum age for purchasing tobacco by one year every year, in effect banning them but grandfathering them in so that current addicts may be allowed to go on destroying themselves if that’s what they need to do – and I mean that with sympathy.

Of course now I’m not nearly so naïve and I realize it has nothing to do with the brains or balls they are missing but rather that the community of friends, family and business associates of which politicians are a lifetime member, include valuable friends family and business associates making kazillions of dollars in the tobacco industry, and loving every breathless second of it.

I wish they had accepted this grandfather regulation suggestion when I first made it 29 years ago when a dear friend, Captain Plonk in fact, declared that he wished tobacco would be outlawed because he figured that was the only way he could manage to quit. If so, the minimum age would now be 45!

Very happily though, Plonk managed to quit on his own.

Monday, March 28, 2016

acre /ˈākər/

The Jazz Lion and I hit it off spectacularly the first time we ever got together outside of the college where he was about to graduate from a fairly prestigious music program which he seemed not to have much regard for other than the networking it availed him, and his relationship with music professors.

He pitched his knives at me and then – sorry. He performed his kitchen knife sales pitch – for me and then out of seemingly nowhere we suddenly discovered our rare connection; how we both had been experiencing incredible joy of late; in total awe of the planet, of life and humanity. We were both at the same peak stage of an evolution. We shared parallel attitudes and understandings; his stemming from musical discipline, deep contemplation, psychedelic exposure and tremendous restless energy for new pursuits. Mine from the discipline of writing and truth-seeking, deep contemplation, poetic escape and total avoidance of anything requiring energy!

With his girlfriend, they acquired a ten-acre farm and plotted a music festival fundraising – slash – charitable food-harvesting enterprise and invited me to move in and participate. In hindsight I should have been braver. I should have taken part and strengthened the endeavor in whatever ways I could, but I took the safe inert route instead and declined. They did launch one event and then new interests slipped into their lives and they have since moved out and split up. I think she went looking for a mediocre reliable father type man instead of a potentially brilliant father, making the same tragic mistake which most of us constantly make: we regard liability over opportunity. As such, a world which desperately requires change does not change. And so we are all collectively slip-sliding away.

More and more I am realizing there are realities of energy flow which science has not yet explained but I think undoubtedly will so, gradually. I have dropped my guard and admitted to witnessing evidence of Reiki validity. The Healer has channeled insights through it, which I have validated. She has also released me from back pain just by waving her hands at me!

I have felt natural environments strengthen and revitalize me.

There was no material reason whatsoever for this one music student of many to ask this one security guard of many, “Hey, you want to get together some time? Maybe I could practice my knife selling pitch!”

“Yeah. Sure! But I don’t buy knives. Not ever. No chance.”

“Perfect! Let’s do it!”

No reason. Yet we were unerringly drawn together. Energy... Crazy, I know.

Sunday, March 27, 2016

acquisitive /əˈkwizədiv/

They tell me about a TV show called Hoarders and I have to laugh. It seems to me that we are all hoarders; all addicted to acquiring material evidence of our success while there appears little regard for true success. For that is difficult to judge.

It is a chore to drown out the dark accuser at the apron of consciousness. We embrace such distractions to drown him out. We hide in the noise. 

Sunday, March 20, 2016

acquire /əˈkwī(ə)r/

The question remains: am I capable of building a noble work which might garner enough renown that people who need it might find it?

Or must I first impress the Matrix? Must I play the game and work at building a conventional resume and only then, leverage what reputation follows.

Of late I have doubted my abilities, though I have heard good writers say, Of course! We all do! I still wonder if writing is my way forward. Perhaps that question will soon be resolved. Recently I made a breakthrough. I believe I know, finally, what story it is which I need to write and even what approach to take. So perhaps this is the test. I begin April first.

Monday, March 14, 2016

acquiesce /ˌakwēˈes/

This is what I have done so much of and with so much of my time. Remained silent in the face of absurdity. Graciously letting people talk at me. And like the song Solsbury Hill, thought about cutting connections. Not with scissors but with transparency. Those who could not stand the transparency; they would feel alienation between us and they would do the cutting.

But with time my circle of associates slowly migrates, as with everyone I suppose. But my pattern is clear. I make more and more friends with more artistic and spiritual interests and lose touch with more friends whose interests are of little use to me, and thus the imperative to draw the line, or even to disappear, gradually dissipates.

It helps that I have finally found myself in a solitary employment role where I need not be constantly diplomatic with some of the direst morons in the land.

I could be optimistic like others I know (and even Eckhart Tolle) and say, whoa! Things are getting better! People are waking up! I am tempted to see it that way, but no. I must be honest. I think it is just that I, and others who are similar to me, are gradually tuning their personal circles into superior configurations. I see no evidence that the world at large is waking up.

Look at the ghastly sickening horror show going on in the United states. A man with no wisdom, very little intelligence, a lot of bestial cleverness and false bravado is gathering reams of frightened sheep to his bidding; sheep who are so afraid of the monster inside themselves that they will adore a mighty liar who assures them the monster is someone else. This is the antithesis of waking up.

Kill the pig… bash her in… build the wall… take him out…

Saturday, March 12, 2016

acquaint /əˈkwānt/

Dante, Petrarch, St. Augustine, El Greco, William Blake, William Cowper, Georges Bernanos, Nietze, Goethe, Einstein, Eckhart Tolle, Michael Gualtieri…

Call them teachers, scientists, journalists, statesmen, philosophers, artists. Call them by the tasks they undertook at different stages of their lives, some of which they abandoned as they learned better. To me, they are all poets. That is the qualification they have earned by my accounting.

I like to think that I understand them just enough that I may consider them role models; that it is authentic, this function I undertake on my best days, and in their tradition.

“And I resolved in Thy sight, not tumultuously to tear, but gently to withdraw, the service of my tongue from the marts of lip-labour: that the young, no students in Thy law, nor in Thy peace, but in lying dotages and law-skirmishes, should no longer buy at my mouth arms for their madness.”–St. Augustine


Friday, March 11, 2016

acoustic /əˈko͞ostik/

The first time I picked up a guitar and tried to strum D and G chords with some manner of competence, I could not believe I’d ever get the hang of it. Like so many early students I would have given up and put it aside, but a force drove me on. I had to do this! Humans create! That’s what humans do because we are each a new day rising!

I persisted. I learned. Some chords became easy. Muscle memory I guess. It became instinctive and so did the composing habit.

The odd time I would allow the guitar to linger for a couple days I would start to feel uneasy; out of sorts, and then realize why. The instrument and the process had become an integral extension of my mind.

I wrote simple folky songs that were not spectacular but worked, and almost accommodated the wafer-thin range of my singing voice.

Though that urge still whispers to me now and then, the imperative has faded and the calluses have become a mere tingle.

acorn /ˈāˌkôrn/

Jamie, a former associate, once proclaimed in serious fashion that he did not believe squirrels pooped. His reasoning was straight forward: He’d never spied one pooping.

While I approved of his methodology, I preferred to interpret that squirrel poop remained unproven in my own experience yet an extremely likely reality based on logic and reasoning and scientific testimony.

It was some years later when he finally recanted. “Squirrels poop,” he said. It seems one had found his way into Jamie’s house and pooped on his desk. Right where he couldn’t miss it. Mystery solved.

Some would call that a coincidence. Some might call it an act of cosmic significance. To me these are flimsy labels. Causality cannot be trumped. The pervasive interconnections of all things in reality are the building blocks of all events and provide infinite opportunity for anyone with an imagination to connect dots in all manners of short-cuts, creating the illusions of coincidence, signs, karma, intelligent design. These little tricks might help to navigate patterns of causality but they are never the root of causation.

The proof is in what happens before my eyes at every waking moment every day. If causality were not omnipotent, then it would at times have to fail and be witnessed failing. Has anyone ever dropped a dime and it fell, not to the floor but up into the clouds? I doubt it.

“I believe everything happens for a reason!” said a friend of mine who drinks too much.

“For one reason?” I asked, “or for a combination of reasons numbering near infinity for all intents and purposes?”

“A reason!”

It’s interesting how many people escape high school with diplomas who did not learn the single most basic principle of reality. Makes you wonder who’s managing the curriculum.

If you wish to further explore Jamie’s ideas, he is a writer, most recently of the script for film Unearthing (2015) starring Tim Rozon. I haven’t seen the film yet. I assume it’s about the unearthing of squirrel poop or evidence thereof.

Thursday, March 03, 2016

acolyte /ˈakəˌlīt/


My blog profile blurb once read something like this: “I am a seeker, poet, counselor, […] alchemist and priest… in training.” Something like that.

And what I meant is that these are the directions I was moving and the kind of functions I was dabbling in; the pursuits which had become meaningful and applicable to me in various manners which lie rather outside the normal workings of our commercial society. And I suspect that any regular readers of this blog would get what I meant.

A friend said to me pointedly, “Have you been ordained? Because you might be misleading people here.”

I confessed I had not been ordained in terms of actual ceremony under the structures of popular religions and their recruitment of seekers of lucrative employment. Nor, for that matter had I received any organized instruction with the regards to the manufacture of gold out of lead. But I do possess notable insights into each. Regardless, the meaning was not meant to be literal.

The friend advised that I should not make any untrue claims and I took this under advisement and later (possibly for another reason) changed my profile blurb to a quote which I’d been trying to track the source of for years! I loved the quote because it seemed to speak from my very own heart and say precisely what I most cherished. And finally I discovered the source, by the way. I discovered its very genesis in multiple versions in my very own handwriting! I had loved the quote for its intimacy with my own feelings because I had written the damn thing myself! And this is not the first time I haven’t recognized my own work. I’m going to have to start copywriting my work simply to make sure I remember it’s my own!

But I digress.

Am I ordained? In the ordinary sense, of course not. For a time though, I thought some form of priesthood a wise choice of pursuits but I could not find a religion which my own solid understandings could fully support. Humanism came so very close but it was too devoid of legitimate joy; of wonder and spirituality; of regard for miracle.

Look at me still digressing.

I have since remembered the reason I put priest (in training) on my blog profile. Because beyond the regular societal use of the word (and our society bears no ownership of language by the way), I did indeed qualify by my honest interpretation. I was – in theory only, without practical experience – a qualified leader of a new religion: a fully integrated system of thought, understanding, life-guidance  and problem-solving structure. A religion which chooses not to employ the term religion but which possesses the dogma of comparable scope to that found in the books of Hinduism or Christianity for instance. A religion with one founder, one leader and one participant: me, myself and I! A religion without the numbers to suggest legitimacy of the banal standard but with a global consolidation of theory and applicability which frankly blows the mainstream religions away, by my own priorities, because (according to all honest dissection it has so far suffered under my own auditing) it:

1. appears to cover all the worldly and spiritual landscapes as the big religions.
2. appears to unite said big religions under a common compatible set of understandings.
3. appears fully compatible with the living experience of human beings as interpreted by the clear mind and the five senses.
4. appears fully in line with the application of logic without resorting to “God works in mysterious ways” or other such cop-outs.
5. does not suffer constant (or any) self-contradictions (especially the constant contradictions concerning violence and punishment versus mercy and peace).
6. appears fully in line with the science of the day (and without requiring obscure translations to do so).
7. appears fully compatible with the teachings of eminent, perhaps preeminent, spiritual author Eckhart Tolle.
8. appears to include, and fully consolidate, all relevant areas of human and worldly consequence, leaving no measurable gaps or mysteries.
9. appears to supply the attainable solutions to any conceivable problem.

Do you believe this claim? Does it seem outrageous? Too lofty to be true? It’s not actually a big deal if you consider that these landscapes are far less complex than we might otherwise interpret once you see through all the fog and fragmentation of the illusions of mind and society. Regardless, I don’t invite belief or even suggest belief; only awareness that the claim exists. That is all.

My, what grandeur I must suffer from, eh? I must think I’m a Jesus or Buddha, right? What I think is that Jesus and Buddha were ordinary humans who were merely untethered from the constant bindings which suffocate normal society and were simply free to think simply, and were blessed with the opportunity to avoid a lot of distracting, time-consuming work of a normal role in their societies, and the associated stresses. 

I don’t at all think that Jesus or the Buddha did anything which is beyond the reach of normal humans and that the belief otherwise, the putting them on a pedestal, is among the most harmful consequences of normal religions.

And if my above claim is true and is enough to qualify the work a religion-of-sorts, then regardless of the rite of ordination and its legal bearing, I would best qualify its leader, at least for now, in the current absence of someone more qualified, whom I would eagerly invite or subscribe to, for I interpret that my leadership skills are lacking.
Although, where among the above nine qualifiers is its “holy” book? Alas there is none. Its “scriptures” are here, there and everywhere and very much incomplete. And frankly I wonder if all the remaining undocumented material is still retrievable from my mind.

I have so very often tinkered about with plans and short-lived attempts at creating such a tome and the scope of the project feels often unbearable. It is simply so big and interconnected that organizing it all looms a monstrous beast.

I do possess a skeletal framework though (which only Neo has seen), which is workable I think, yet somewhat flexible and arbitrary in arrangement, which I produced years ago and which organizes the broad landscape into a hierarchy of eighty-something sections, mapped by prerequisites. Some sections would require further breakdown into chapters.

Perhaps my two attempts to write the thing from the beginning toward distant end, in quite contrasting styles, were the wrong ways to go, and I should simply expand on the framework in gradual stages; building it outward in rings instead of trying to travel the linear circumference.   

Sometimes I wonder what the point is in bothering with such a project? My closest trusted associates seem to suggest it may be unnecessary. The result will be so huge and unsuitable to any known genre of book that no publisher will touch it. Yet perhaps this claim above is the very reason. Perhaps I need to write it just for myself so that I can observe the result and confirm that yes, a piece of written evidence exists to support my claim above, and on the rare days I might wish to call myself “priest in training,” here is my qualification!

Thursday, October 22, 2015

acme / ˈakmē/

All empires have been temporary and this one has shown no indication of permanence. Indeed the cracks are spreading like disease as corruption and greed erode the foundation.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

acknowledge /əkˈnäləj/

By definition I suppose I am a Rush fan. For I cherish their immense beautiful body of work. But I feel in no way relevant to the term Rush fans when they who think of themselves as the intelligentsia of music use the term. They are not talking about me. They do not know me and I do not know them. And they are of no consequence in my mind, though of much consequence in the web of causality.

But they cannot speak for me. They say that I am vindicated because a cozy club in Cleveland has issued a stamp of approval. And I suppose I had thought I wanted this. But now I think I don’t. What morbid normalcy might they now inhabit where once they walked on clouds?



Thursday, October 15, 2015

Achromatic /ˌakrəˈmatik,/

We see the trees but not the forest; the sky but not the biosphere. We see the stars but not the worlds; the person but not the angel. We see the child but not the miracle.

Achilles /ə-kĭl′ēz/

How staggering to contemplate the forces against us. Though it seems that only two instinctive forces have any significant hold on me on my best of days. But together, outnumbered, they still drag me down. One shortens my time. The other distracts me and uses it up.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

achieve /əˈCHēv/

Somewhere a person must rise and slumber no more. For sunset nears, and to the darkness there is no end.