Sunday, October 23, 2022

" IN OTHER (POLYSYLLABIC) WORDS . . . "

 



     Dean Robert Cushman of Duke Divinity School was in "high gear" in his Theology Survey lecture. Barely pausing for breath, he unleashed a stream of multi-syllable words.  A fellow on the front row emitted an unexpected "Huh?" to which the momentarily startled scholar eventually responded, "Young man, do you have a dictionary ?"  A meek "Yes, sir"  answered by a supercilious "Look 'em up !"  Old-timers in this area described such utterances as "Fifty cent words", sometimes followed by the admonition "in other words, speak plainly." 

   Now, "big words" can be fun and can facilitate oral and written expression of thought . . . but not when used as weapons to create distance among persons nor to be ostentatious (whoops, show off). As a way to exercise brain function, I have begun receiving a "Word of the Day" from a dictionary company.  Some I recognize; others have been neologisms (darn, did it again; new  words). Several of the more recent offerings capture much of what is currently transpiring in American political campaigns.  So, as the late Jackie Gleason would have said, "Away we go !"  " In other words" when using a dictionary word, I will attempt my 'everyday' translations.

   We begin with the t.v. and print broadsides ["very harsh or strong spoken or written attack"]. Very few are breviloquent ["  marked by brevity of speech"] and seem more like the  invective ["insulting language"] or gibberish ["unintelligible or meaningless language] of policasters  ["petty, contemptible politicians"].  Several candidates have been cited for their blatherskite ["foolish talk; nonsense"] rendering their veracity juberous ["doubtful"] and creating kerfuffles ["disturbances"]  which tend to tenebrificate ["cause gloom and darkness"].   

    Then  there are the plenteous rapscallions ["worthless, idle persons"] who qualify as purse-leeches ["excessively greedy for money"] and pie-counters ["a political patronage or spoils especially when regarded as venal or corrupt"] as well as being termed an embusque ["person who avoids military service; a draft dodger"] . Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell recently complained of  -aster candidates ["a suffix indicating 'inferior'"]. Doubtless, many aspiring to office hold dispathic opinions of the voters ["marked by a lack of sympathy"]. Worse still are those who barely conceal their epicharikaky ["a joy for the misfortune of others"].

   Despite the current prevalence of chicanery ["the use of trickery to achieve a political purpose"], dare we dream of the repullulation ["budding or sprouting again"] of 'domestic tranquility' and other ideals of the United States Constitution. . . which was written "in plain English".

    Satchel

Wednesday, October 19, 2022

Scenes of the Season

 


                                                                Planted in 1963

    "Now October has come again which in our land is different from October in other lands. . . . The ripe, the golden month has come again . . ."  (Thomas Wolfe)

  Every Season has its predominant colors. . . the pastels of Springtime's blossoms, Summer's plush verdancy or brown (depending on rainfall) and even Winter's' whiteness and trees' dark bare limbs pointing skyward.  Still,  Autumn, especially October, tugs at my soul like no other time of the year.

  Devotees claim that the beach in the Autumn is akin to paradise. When I feel the pull to restore perspective and tranquility, the mountains beckon.  There is a kind of fullness or completion in observing the seasonal cycle's move to maturity.  If Winter is a kind of metaphor for death and endings, the transition to Autumn offers a time for reflection. Wolfe: "The ripe, the golden month".

                                  From our balcony a couple of years back


                                

Pumpkin pie, Pumpkin cheesecake, Pumpkin Latte
PUMPKIN EVERYTHING

                                                                                           

           Wolfe: "October is the richest of the seasons: the fields are cut, the granaries are full. ..."



                      On the Blue Ridge Parkway in North Carolina several Autumns Ago


     Last October , we spent a week at a lodging atop Sugar Mountain near Banner Elk, North Carolina.  It was chilly but nothing like the scene photographed this morning (October 19, 2022):



And, in nearby Elk Park, this photo captured the transitions of the seasons:



  Such scenes cause me to paraphrase a poetry line of the late Shel Silverstein: "Must we always have Winter; Can't [Autumn] just stay ?"

       Satchel


Friday, October 7, 2022

NO MATTER WHAT YOU CALL IT . . .


               Cartoon Bill Mauldin's World War II Up Front


      I can no longer drink the hard stuff. . .  regular or any other type coffee that has a caffeine kick.  Cardiologist said it is not good  for my health. But during Graduate School days (or more accurately, nights) strong coffee became a constant companion. An unnamed acquaintance had elevated blood pressure and his physician asked how many daily cups he drank.  "Six or eight.  That's too many, right ?"  For you, yes.  I don't know his consumption now but I hope that he drinks less.

  If it is for the  'taste' , I fare o.k. on the decaf types, sometimes called 'unleaded' rather than the 'leaded' or  caffeinated kinds. Hardly a purist or connoisseur of the many choices offered,  I apply the simple test:  "Do I like the taste?"  

   My former neighbor, Dick Rountree, has always been noted for his kindness and candor.  When I was imbibing a brand of 'Instant Coffee', I offered him a  cup. With one sip, he judged that "that is the worst cup of coffee that I have ever had!"

    Many names have been ascribed to the  beverage: Java, Mud, Elixir of Life, Cuppa,  Joe, ad infinitum. Among my favorite terms is Cuppa Joe.  Whether historically accurate or not, the term allegedly originate in 1914 when Josephus Daniel, a teetotaler, became Secretary of the Navy and prohibited any beverage stronger that  black coffee to be served on US vessels.

  Bob Bryant and I solved many 'world problems' drinking 5 cent coffee in the Student Commons when we were in Seminary at Duke. FIVE CENTS!!  Today a  small cup will equal the price of a nourishing meal in those long ago times.

  Baristas seem to be everywhere mixing their concoctions to a wide array of fees in excess of 5 cents.   Just a cursory scanning of 'coffee' entries on the internet led to a surfeit of information.  For example, I learned that one is not a "coffee addict" but rather a  "javaphile". And there  is a  website Fluentincoffee.com.  

  As the lowest ranking soldier at the 3d Army Flight Detachment in Atlanta in the early 1960's, it became my duty to make the large pot of morning coffee at the hanger.  'Awful' would be an accurate description and I was never considered a barista.

  We have found a few nearby shops that suit our tastes.  (The  following are not 'paid' nor requested advertisements.)  In nearby Sanford, NC, there is Kathy's Java Shop, an unpretentious gathering spot that  features a  wide array of concoctions.  A favorite is "Seduction", served either hot or cold.  The following is from the gallery of 'wall art':

               

                                                                                                                  

    

Nearer home, The Chatham Rabbit has been 
delighting customers with their array of brews for four years.  As this shot taken from the Facebook page shows, the CR has become an integral part of the local Arts Community.

                                                                                            



    According to my wife's finely honed taste buds, Jay at Cafe Root Cellar in nearby Pittsboro makes a world class Chai Latte.

    The single K-cup machine perhaps is not as ubiquitous as in times past. Today after my haircut, I noticed this set-up in the shop:

   


        Apparently there are lots of us like the soldier in the cartoon above.  Drink Up !


    Satchel