Monday, March 11, 2013

Whachamacallits


Anyone who has read my blog for any length of time has likely noticed that I love words. I especially love unusual, descriptive, fun-on-the-tongue words. I recently read an article by Amanda Green entitled, “11 More Enjoyable Names for Common Things” (http://mentalfloss.com/article/49248/11-more-enjoyable-names-common-things). It inspired me to compile my own list of fancy or less-used names for relatively common or at least familiar items. (The first three are courtesy of the referenced article; the rest are mainly a result of my digging through the Merriam Webster Word of the Day archives.)

Griffonage: illegible handwriting. More fun than its simpler equivalent, “chicken-scratch.”


Singultus: hiccups. Just don’t let any of your hypochondriac friends discover this one.

Aphthongs: silent letters, such as the “p” in pneumonia and the “k” in knife. Ironically, the word “aphthongs” does not contain any aphthongs.

Taradiddle: a nonsensical or childish lie. Technically not onomatopoeia, but I’d offer it the honorary title.

Gambit: a remark intended to start a conversation. Wouldn’t you feel classier and more confident walking into a party with a “gambit” in mind instead of a “pick-up line”?

Agon: a dramatic conflict, especially in a literary work. This is a good word to bring up in a discussion of Shakespeare, even if you haven’t read the work under discussion. If it’s Shakespeare, there’s bound to be agon going on somewhere.


Bugbear: an object or source of dread. People discussing Shakespeare at parties is a bugbear that can be banished by using the word “agon.” (See what I did there?)

Tartar: a person of irritable or violent temper. Maggie Smith portrays the Dowager Countess on Downton Abbey as a charming and witty tartar.
 
Malison: a curse. I would love to hear the Dowager Countess pronounce a malison on one of her in-laws.
Oriflamme: a banner, symbol, or ideal inspiring devotion or courage. Since we’re on a PBS theme, the Tardis has become an oriflamme for Whovians everywhere.


Maquette: A small, preliminary model (as of a sculpture or building). It’s not just a mockup of a proposed theatrical set, it’s a maquette!

Welkin: heaven. All’s well under God’s welkin.           

Issles: sparks or embers. Man is born to trouble, as surely as the issles fly up to the welkin.

Borborygmus: rumbling of the intestines. Because we definitely need an elegant word for such an inelegant subject.

Lunette: something shaped like the crescent moon, as an opening for a window. Doesn’t it seem much more poetical when you think of an outhouse as being graced with a “lunette”?



Quiddity: an unusual personal habit or eccentricity. Weirdos who are poor have quirks; weirdos who are rich are eccentric; weirdos with really good vocabularies display quiddity.


Go try some of these out in conversation! Your friends are sure to be impressed by your quiddity.


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Sunday, March 10, 2013

Sledding and Snow Angels


One of the best things about parenthood is reliving your own childhood. And winter is one of the best times to relive your childhood.

I grew up in one of the best winter places in the entire world. Not only did I grow up in New England, where the snowy winters provide the best sledding weather ever, but I grew up across the street from the perfect ice-skating pond, and not only did we have a small hill in our backyard that worked in a pinch for sledding, but we lived within walking distance from the best sledding in town.

Nun’s Hill was arguably the ideal sledding spot. It was high enough that you got a really long ride, steep enough that you got a really great ride, had enough of a flat area before the road that you could USUALLY stop before either crashing into a parked car or careening into the road, and it was enough work to walk back up the hill that the kids pooped out just around when the parents had had enough and were ready to head for home. And of course, Mom always had hot cocoa with marshmallows waiting for us by the time we managed to take off all our snow gear.

Oh, the snow gear. The snow pants with the little bib and the suspenders. The mittens that zipped tight over your sleeves. The hat that tied under your chin and had earflaps. The snow boots. And of course, the Wonder Bread bags with the multi-colored polka-dots that went inside your boots so your socks wouldn’t get wet when the snow inevitably crawled inside your boots. Oh, those were the days.

Today, as I was getting my kids dressed in all their layers to go sledding, I was thinking back to my own childhood. As I watched my husband pulling my daughter back up the hill on her sled, I recalled my own daddy pulling me and my sister up the hill on our wooden toboggan. As I sat down to race my son down the hill – the first time my middle-aged backside had graced a sled in over 20 years - I remembered how excited we were when my mom would join our sledding excursions. As I looked at the lineup of big and small boots dripping on the hallway runner, I was brought back to the brown plastic boot mat by the backdoor in my parents’ house. As I warmed up my daughter’s chilly pink cheeks with my own warm ones, I recalled both of my parents rubbing my cold hands with their warm ones.

And as my son and I made matching snow angels in the snow, I thought of my parents, looking down on me from above and laughing. I’m sure they were remembering the same memories that I was. And I hope that many years from now, as my children play in the snow with their own children, they will be thinking back to memories that are as joyful and precious as the ones I’m thinking about today.
 

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Thursday, March 7, 2013

My Blog by the Numbers

One of the nice features of hosting my blog on Blogger is that I have access to a lot of statistics about it. I can look up how many people have viewed my blog, how many have looked at any particular entry, how they got to my blog (Google search, Facebook link, directly from the blog homepage, etc.), what search term they used to find me, what countries my readers are located in, and on and on and on. And the specifics of those statistics might surprise you as much as they did me. So here is the data on my blog, by the numbers:

·        1:                   Times last week that my blog was accessed using a Nintendo 3DS; also how many people in Estonia read my blog today

·        2:                   People in Sweden reading my blog right this minute

·        4:                   Hits this month resulting from the search term “hairy feet”

·        6:                   People who accessed my blog this month using a Nintendo PSP

·        11:                 People who accessed my blog today using an iPad

·        13:                 People in Serbia who read my blog this month (based on the spate of weird comments I’ve been receiving of late, I suspect this number should actually be labeled, “Number of Serbian-based spambots trying to phish me this month”)

·        27:                 Percent of pageviews this week that used Internet Explorer

·        44:                 People in Russia who read my blog this week (probably also really another spambot statistic); also number of hits this month resulting from the search term “feller buncher”

·        45:                 Hits this week using an iPhone

·        122:               Total hits resulting from the search term “banana peel”

·        408:               Hits this week using a Windows operating system

·        417:               Hits this month using a Linux operating system

·        524:               Blog entries I've posted

·        2,508:           Total hits last month

·        5,307:           Total hits on my most popular blog entry (“The Things I Never Knew I’d Need to Know,” November 29, 2011)

·        10,554:         Times someone got to my blog via a link from Facebook

·        59,216:         Total number of hits on my blog

·        Priceless:      Knowing that there are people all over the world who are interested in what I have to say and who like the way I say it. Thank you to all my readers for your interest, your loyalty, and your feedback!



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Wednesday, March 6, 2013

What Not to Wear: Home Edition


Much to my husband’s chagrin, I am a huge fan of the television show, “What Not to Wear.” Hosted by fashion stylists Stacy London and Clinton Kelly, each episode features a complete wardrobe makeover of a single fashion victim, who is given advice on styles that work for her age, lifestyle, personality, and body type, then sent out with $5,000 to replace her entire wardrobe over the course of two days. The final step is a new hairstyle and makeup session. Over the years, I have picked up quite a few fashion tips from watching the show. In honor of the recent announcement that the show will be going off the air after 10 years, here are my top 5 basic fashion rules that apply to all of us – even the celebrities whose photos I’ve used as examples of “What Not to Wear.”

1.      Dress Your Age
Whether you’re a 20-year old wearing hand-me-downs from your grandmother or a 60-year-old wearing miniskirts and Justin Bieber concert T-shirts, dressing too old or too young is not flattering. There are certainly times when you want to look a bit older or a bit younger than your age: If you’re a 25-year-old working in a company full of 50-somethings, for example, or if you’re a 50-something working in a company full of 20-somethings. But there are more successful and more flattering ways to do it than by channeling a generation other than your own.
In this photo, actress Christina Hendricks’ black lace suit looks like it might have come out of her mom’s closet, and the ruffled blouse is straight out of Grandma’s. The little black tie at her neck might even have been stolen from the wardrobe closet on the set of her television show, “Mad Men,” which is set in the 1960s. The outfit makes her look frumpy and significantly older than her 37 years. A better choice would have been the more classic black suit below. It’s demure enough to add maturity and respectability but stylish enough to avoid straying past “mature” and into “old” or “frumpy” territory.
Similarly, dressing younger than your age usually succeeds in making you look older, rather than younger. Lean towards the classic, but add some contemporary or trendy details and accessories to keep your look stylish and youthful without being inappropriate.
2.      Dress For the Task at Hand
There is a time and a place to wear clothing like yoga pants and sweatshirts, and it is the gym. Do not wear them to the office or the supermarket or a job interview. And there is a time and a place for a sequined minidress, and it is also not the office or the supermarket or a job interview.
Gwyneth Paltrow may have been on the way to or from the gym in this outfit, but there’s a reason that gyms have changing rooms. Many WNTW “makoverees” wear similar outfits running errands, out to dinner, and occasionally even to a business meeting. The excuse that nearly every one of them gives is that it’s comfortable. But there are plenty of comfortable outfits that are more appropriate for going out in public. Stacy and Clinton’s suggestion for casual outfits is generally something like this:
Start with dark wash jeans and a cute top, then add in some accessories appropriate to what you’re doing. Add fun sneakers for running errands, sensible but stylish flats for an informal meeting, and bright wedge sandals for a night out. Throw on a leather jacket or a cardigan sweater, add an oversize bag or a bright clutch, wear a bunch of bold chunky jewelry or a single gold chain. A few minor changes help make sure that what you’re wearing is right for where you’re going and what you’re doing. And it’s still comfortable!
3.      Wear Clothes That Fit
Jessica Chastain has an amazingly toned body. But that’s no excuse for wearing a dress that is too small, like the gown she wore to the SAG Awards this year. The seams at the waist are visibly straining, her belly button is clearly outlined through the fabric, and there are telltale wrinkles across her groin that indicate a poor fit (and probably some degree of difficulty in sitting down). Not only does she look uncomfortable, she looks – let’s face it – a little paunchy. And if SHE can look paunchy in badly fitting clothes, what hope is there for we mere mortals? There is hope in tailoring, that’s what. Well-fitting clothes – even if you don’t like seeing that larger number on the size label – are always more flattering than poorly-fitting ones.
Fortunately, her Oscar gown redeemed her, with its fitted but figure-hugging (rather than strangling) cut. Clothes should skim, not cling. She looks like she lost 10 pounds between the SAG awards and the Oscars, but I bet she didn’t. A good tailor is better than a good diet.
4.      The Devil is in the Details
Small details like color, trim and accessories can make or break an outfit – they can let it fade into the walls, or they can play up your personality. A classic outfit jazzed up with accessories is the best way to both stay trendy and express your personality without having to spend a fortune or replace your entire wardrobe every season.
I love Adele, and I think that she is stunningly beautiful as well as charming and funny. But at the Golden Globes, her fashion did not reflect either her beauty or her personality. Her face was colorless, her dress was colorless (and voluminous), and there were no accessories to brighten her up or make her look interesting.
Jessica Alba, on the other hand, chose a flattering color gown highlighted by a pop of a more intense shade of the same color in both her bright lips and her feathery clutch. The simplicity of her bodice and neckline set off the beautiful V-shape of her diamond necklace. Obviously, most of us won’t be picking out million-dollar diamond necklaces as our go-to accessory, but a single inexpensive but eye-catching piece of jewelry can make anyone look – and feel – like a million bucks.
5.      Be Yourself
The final – and possibly the most important – piece of fashion advice I have is to be yourself. If you’re a tomboy, you don’t have to wear frilly dresses. If you’re a bohemian at heart, you don’t have to wear a tailored suit. If you don’t like bright colors, don’t wear them. There are a million variations of just about every piece of clothing that exists. It takes time to find what suits you, but it’s time worth spending.





What suits you??


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Tuesday, March 5, 2013

The Toast is Always Browner


My kids are not horribly picky eaters, but they are definitely moody about when, what, and how much they eat. Some days they’ll plow through everything on their plates and beg for more; some days they’ll turn their nose up at whatever I offer them; some days they’ll nibble at one thing and ignore another. Sometimes they’ll gorge themselves at lunch and only pick at dinner. Sometimes they have no interest in breakfast but have third helpings at lunch. My son, at least, is able to tell me whether he’s not eating because he’s not hungry or because he doesn’t like what’s in front of him, and he can tell me when he’s finished eating. But with my daughter, who is essentially non-verbal, I just have to try offering something else or giving her time to eat a few more bites. With my son, my general rule is that once I take his plate away, the meal is over and there’s nothing more to eat until a reasonable snack time. With my daughter, I’m a bit more lenient because she’s not able to express that she’s full.

And since she knows she can nibble after she’s been excused from the table, she will often find a sudden interest in food after her plate has been taken away. Provided, of course, that it’s someone else’s food.

She began that interest before she could even walk. Both kids have high chairs that can either be strapped to a regular chair or sit on the floor. We keep the chairs on the floor in the playroom and often have breakfast and lunch there. I would sometimes finish feeding her before her brother finished eating, so I would let her crawl around while he ate. Without fail, if there was food on his tray, she would crawl over, grab the edge of his tray, haul herself up, and help herself to whatever he was eating. It didn’t matter if it was exactly the same thing she had just had on her plate and ignored. If it was on his plate, she wanted some.
 
To this day, she prefers taking food off someone else’s plate to eating her own. We often have toast with breakfast in the morning, and after nibbling a bit of her own, she will come over and take mine right out of my hand. It’s exactly the same toast. I usually cut a piece of toast in half and give us each a piece, so it’s literally the same slice of toast. But in her eyes, mine is better than hers. Anyone’s is better than hers!

Fortunately, as you can see from the video above, her brother is a pretty good sport about sharing with her. In fact, the two of them tend to like different parts of the meal, so she’ll finish her hotdog and then steal his, and he’ll let her but then ask for more noodles, which I take from her plate because she’s not eating them. This system works much better than just giving her two hotdogs and him a double helping of noodles. Because the toast is always browner on someone else’s plate, apparently.



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Friday, March 1, 2013

No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed


I once heard a comedian say that middle age is when things go wrong with your body and you don’t bother to fix them. You wake up with a sore hip one morning, and instead of thinking, “Hmm, I should go to a doctor and have this looked at,” you think, “OK, I guess I’ll have a bad hip for the rest of my life.” So when I started waking up with lower back pain almost every day, I assumed it was just because I was reaching middle age. But then I noticed that whenever I stayed at a hotel, my back didn’t hurt. Turns out it wasn’t old age, it was just an old mattress.

So I ordered a new mattress, which is scheduled to be delivered today. I told my 3-year-old son that Mommy and Daddy were getting a new bed, and once it came, he wouldn’t be allowed to jump on the bed any more. He gave me a sad look, but very obediently said, “Okay, Mommy.” That puppy dog face broke my heart, so I told him that before we got rid of the old mattress, we’d have a mother-son bed-jumping marathon. His face lit up like the 4th of July, so we both took off our shoes, clambered onto the bed, and started bouncing!

I haven’t jumped on a bed in more than 30 years, so I started off a bit tentatively, with some very gentle, hesitant bounces, waiting to see how my body and my bed would react. But suddenly, I was 8 years old again and jumping on the trampoline at my gymnastics class, and it all came back to me! I jumped higher and higher (fortunately, our bedroom has cathedral ceilings), and then I started to get fancy. I tried a seat drop, where you land in a sitting position with your legs outstretched. I tried a mid-air split. I tried a pike, which is like sitting in midair with your hands reaching out to touch your toes. I tried tucking myself into a ball in the air. I tried marching back and forth across the bed with my knees high. I flopped on my belly, arms and legs all akimbo. And my son mimicked every one of my moves as best he could, his grin as wide as the bed itself.

And we giggled. Oh, we giggled!

We finally ran out of steam and collapsed on the bed, still giggling. I gave my son a hug and he hugged me back and told me, “Thanks, Mama.”

What a wonderful memory we created, for those few brief moments! I’m a little sad that there will be no more monkeys jumping on my bed.

Luckily, there’s still no rule about not jumping on HIS bed…
 
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Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Five Things Every Man Should Own

A few years ago, I posted a blog on the five items every woman should own in her 20s, 30s, and 40s, and then, by request, I added five items every woman should own in her 50s. But just a few days ago, a friend brought it to my attention that I had never addressed the items that every man should own in his 20s, 30s, 40s, and 50s. I found this to be a slightly more difficult assignment, but after giving it some thought, here are my suggestions on what every man should own at various ages.

In His 20s
Whether post-college or early career, men in their 20s should own a well-cut, well-fitting dark suit. Whether you work in a profession where you wear a suit every day or whether you only wear it for weddings and funerals, you will wear it. A classic suit will last for decades, so this is a good place to spend a little extra and buy high quality. And don't forget a few crisp white dress shirts and a couple of good neckties. And learn to tie a proper Windsor knot.

Along with a good suit, every 20-something male should own a good pair of leather dress shoes. They can be worn with the suit, but they also look much better than old sneakers or casual shoes with everything from jeans to khakis to dress pants. Good quality, well-polished leather shoes are a great polishing touch on any outfit. And don't forget a matching leather belt.


By the time a man is in his 20s, he should have a passport. These are your years of freedom to travel. You never know when you'll get the sudden opportunity to visit Spain, or Italy, or Scotland, or Zimbabwe. Don't miss that opportunity because you're not prepared. And if you don't get the opportunity, make it.


For slightly less formal occasions than those calling for a suit, invest in a cashmere V-neck sweater: navy, baby blue, brown, dark green, black, grey. You can pair it with a dress shirt, dress pants, and a necktie for a business meeting or toss it on with jeans for a more casual bar outing. Believe me, if you wear a cashmere sweater to a bar, women will find a reason to come touch your arm.


This may sound sexist, but every man in his 20s should own either a good Swiss Army knife or a Leatherman tool. You're a man; you're expected to fix stuff. Just accept it. And with either one of those two items on hand, you will be able to open a bottle of wine, cut your own kindling, unscrew a broken lightbulb, tighten a wobbly table leg, clean your nails, and otherwise address any emergency that might arise.



In His 30s
Similar to women, a man in his 30s is likely to be both raising a family and developing a career. He has more disposable income and hopefully a few more upscale pastimes. Which is why the first thing a man in his 30s should own is a nice set of luggage. Whether for business travel, a family vacation, or a romantic getaway for two, a set of sturdy luggage including an overnight rollerbag, a garment bag with a shoulder strap, and a full-sized suitcase is a must.

A mistake that many young men make is carrying a large wallet. It looks messy, takes up too much space, and it's bad for your back to carry it in your back pocket. You rarely need everything that's packed in your wallet anyway, so lighten your load by carrying an elegant money clip. Personalize it by getting one with the logo of your company or an organization you volunteer for, an engraved monogram, or even your or your child's birthstone.


Another great way to show your personal style in your 30s is with a great pair of dressy cufflinks. Brushed silver, textured gold, mother-of-pearl, a logo or symbol of something important to you. And of course, what's the point of cufflinks without a great dress shirt with French cuffs to wear them in?

Speaking of disposable income, a man in his 30s should have an investment advisor. Finances are more complicated than they've ever been, so unless you're in the business yourself, let someone do the financial legwork for you.

The final thing that a man in his 30s should own - if he doesn't already - is a "new" car. Not necessarily a brand new, fresh from the factory, never-owned car, but a reliable, good condition, well-maintained vehicle which never previously belonged to a family member, and which came with some kind of dealer warranty. And he should maintain it religiously.



In His 40s
Much like a tuxedo, a well-tailored, classic wool or cashmere dress coat makes every man look good. In your 40s, this is the time to add such a coat to your wardrobe. You're sure to make an impression walking into a business meeting or networking event wearing a great coat. A classic style dress coat, if taken care of, will literally last for the rest of your life, so this is an investment. Don't skimp. And don't forget a good pair of leather gloves to go with it.
 

I'm a big proponent of hats - not just any kind of hats, but GOOD hats - so I recommend that any man in his 40s own a good hat. It can be a Greek fisherman's cap, a jaunty fedora, even a well-made cowboy hat. But it should be something that makes you feel confident. A great hat will get you noticed, and your 40s is when you have the poise and confidence to pull it off. Just don't forget that a gentleman never wears a hat indoors.
 


A man in his 40s should also be able to host a good party, and what party is complete without a bar of some kind? Even if you don't drink alcohol, it's nice to be able to offer your guests elegant mocktails and non-alcoholic drinks. You should own several sizes of cocktail shakers and strainers, various styles of glasses (red wine, white wine, highballs, beer mugs, martini glasses, etc.), swizzle sticks, an ice bucket, bottle openers (a Rabbit is the best), and a compact bartender's guide.


Although cell phones have made watches less common than in years past, a watch is an elegant and classic piece of jewelry, and every man in his 40s should own a nice watch. It doesn't have to be a Rolex, but it shouldn't be a Timex, either. Tissot, Tag Hauer, and Movado all make gorgeous, affordable watches that can become heirlooms passed down to future generations.

Handwritten correspondence is also less common than in the past, but that's no excuse for not having a really good pen for those occasions when writing is the way to go. A man in his 40s should own a really good pen, preferably a fountain pen. It's not just a pen, it's a work of art.


In His 50s
By the time a man is in his 50s, he probably has at least one well-established hobby. It could be anything from fishing to tennis to chess to golf. When you're in your 50s is the time to invest in some good quality equipment for whatever it is you do in your spare time. A high-end fishing rod, an expensive tennis racket, a hand-carved chess set, a professional set of golf clubs, even a motorboat or a motorcycle - just think about what you love doing and invest in it.
 

By the time most men are in their 50s, their children are old enough that it's safe to invest in good furniture. So, like Archie Bunker, now is the time to get yourself a really comfortable chair that's all yours. A leather armchair, a La-Z-Boy recliner, a soft overstuffed chair, whatever appeals to you.


By your 50s, you should own at least one musical instrument that you know how to play: a piano, a harmonica, a guitar, a drum set, a penny whistle. If you don't know how to play anything, learn. Take paid lessons, pick it up from a friend, buy a book and teach yourself. But learn to play something, even if you never play for anyone other than yourself. It's a great way to relax. And it's also a great way to liven up a boring party.




Every man in his 50s should own at least one piece of original art - not merely as an investment, but something that you enjoy for its pure aesthetic value. It could be a sculpture, a painting, a print, even a first edition book. But it should be something that speaks to you, something you enjoy looking at or touching. Bonus points if there's a good story of how or where you got it.
One final splurge every man in his 50s should make is to have some dress shirts custom tailored. The shirts are made to your exact measurements from the finest materials and with the finest craftsmanship. You will look and feel like a prince in such a beautifully-made and perfectly-fitted shirt.



That's my take on men's essentials at various ages. For the record, my husband just turned 50, and he has a beautiful woolen greatcoat and leather gloves, several good hats, an absurdly well-stocked bar (liquor as well as barware), and a nice watch. He is, however, lacking a fountain pen, a situation I intend to rectify very soon.


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