365 days of syno, anto, & other inspired nyms


to put back or establish again

restore, replace, revive, renew – i’m doing all of that to this, the vocab blog with a twist.

 first it was unpredictable internet connections, then a computer crash, then moving my entire life to a new location, then to another, and then it was plain ole lethargy that made me forsake my own pleasure in playing with words.  so, only 365+365+123 days later, we’re back on track with the upcoming #41 word.

and not a moment too soon!



clearly, consupiscent concubines condulate condescendingly, confuscating concubinal controls. that is to say, that sometimes some lusty girls might like a little concubism and be willing to tread on feminist standards of control, throwing them to the concurring winds. do you love this waltzing word? CONcupiscent, CONcupiscent, CONcupiscent, and a ONEtwoandthree, ONEtwoandthree, ONEtwoandthree, across our upper palate and across the teeth we glide! what an adjective, i am eagerly desirous to use her dressed in elegance to liven langorous lexical events.

today’s luscious contribution to the wordplay game means, according to dictionary.com, “eagerly desirous, lustful or sensual” and descends from  Latin forebears originating from cupere, ‘to desire.’

t’would be oh-so-easy to condulate condescendingly on my PG rating here, but with great control i offer these:

Some concupiscent longing by some old selectively-interpreting guy sent his followers into concomitant consupiscence for lift-off from planet earth.

Watching young buds in a gentle breeze gives one a sense of their concupiscent anticipation of full-flowering.

It is with marked concupisent frustration that my insomnia asks, ‘Is it morning yet?’


you should add your own concupiscent phrases here !


i know, right?

i know, right? your objection that this is not a word but a phrase is of course 100% correct, right? but i just couldn’t resist Urban Dictionary Friday’s  submission because it’s so often used as a trip off the tongue singleton. it’s sorta like “like”, without which an entire generation of current 20-somethings could not hold a 3 sentence conversation. or possibly even a one-sentence one. right?

so Urban Dictionary urbandictionary.com lays it out to us like this, it is “an affirmation that you agree with or can relate to the preceding statement. It can be used whether the speaker actually knows or not, but in the latter case it usually means that the speaker can attribute the preceding statement to themselves as well.”  that seems pretty clear to me. i know, right? i get it.

besides, i like this rollicking useful phrase. it non-specifically conveys a plethora of sympathies. ‘i know, right?’ can mean ‘i’ve had that experience, too’ or ‘i empathize with your pain’ or ‘yep, that’s gorgeous’ or ‘man, i hate that’ or ‘i’d like to do/have/not have that’ or any number of other more exacting responses.

not to mention the future possibilities when these same 20-somethings mature out of their ego-centrism, leading to a more inclusive query like “You know, right?”

now, not being a 20-somethinger, my examples might be a tad troggy, but here’s a go at ’em:

       “Man, I hate traffic.” “I know, right? I almost road-raged this guy in front of me on the bridge today.”

       “Today’s just one of those days.” “I know, right? Some days just go along great and some days nothin’ goes right.”

       “I so love good food!” “I know, right? My idea of heaven is a 4 hour long gourmet meal with good wine and great conversation.”

and toward the future:

       “Everybody seems pretty satisfied right now. You know, right?” “Oh, right, seems so.”

i feel like a schitzofrenic future-leaning  Ursula K. Le Guin and social-commenting Noam Chomsky right now. not to  include my musings with your rarified incisiveness, Mr. Chomsky, but you know, right?                                                                                                                                                          




blame Christopher Hitchens www.dailyhitchens.com/ again for this lexical frolic-stimulating word. there is a growing heap of these hitch-generated gremlins slip-sliding amidst my cerebral dunes.

of course, being much smarter than me, you didn’t think that this was a singular admonition to forego further follow-up dental delights; nor did you, unlike me, assume that it certainly must mean to avoid being someone who continually dents and dents again. of course not.

even if we don’t devote attention to the fact that dictionary.com includes 19th century Italians in its definition for this word, the conquesting among us might puff with pride to know that by a mere swoop of an adjective we incline, according to said dictionary site, to  “a member of a party in any country advocating the acquisition of some region included in another country by reason of cultural, historical, ethnic, racial, or other ties.” with conquesting fervor firmly at the fore, i could noun myself into near Ceasar-hood, given that the roots of my herd mentality come from Latin redemptus ‘redeem’ and ir ‘not’.

i, the mighty Cesarette, do here claim these profundities to be the proclamations of the day :

       On certain days  my irredentist desires include subsuming all Swiss chocolate-making sectors into my personal empire

      “Your mind is mine!,” cried the creativity-conquering irrdentist instructor.

       Where do humanistic morals and irredentist desires meet? Oh, right, they don’t.

clearly, my conquest for acquisition of  attention on grounds of, in this case “other” ties, has irrefutably reached its irredentist restraints



ok, c’mon, tell me you don’t think immediately of a ‘plain gent’ when you see this completely otherwise-meaning word. well, i did. then i thought ‘a planned gent’ – like, what would that be, a guy who figured out on his sixth birthday what he would do with his next 60 years, and very snoozing-through-the-ages way, stuck to the plan? well, boring fellows aside, plangent (pronounced ‘PLAN-juhnt’ says dictionary.com) is actually a strikingly evocative adjective meaning “beating with a loud or deep sound; expressing sadness;plaintive.”

if i started out as a lovely Latin verb, plangere, meaning ‘to beat, strike noisly’ and ended up reminding a 21st century amateur writer of boring men, i’d wail and strike my breast in grief too.

hmm… seems the old saying, “I’m gonna wail on you” has more to do with my plangent response to being wailed upon then to the wailer plangenting to me (no, you can’t use it as a verb, that was artistic license). here’s a little more artistic license:

       Every single morning at 6:30am the canine urban wannabe-roosters of this enormous city begin their plangent cacaphony of barks and howls.

       If ever there was a delightful plangent sound, the cello produces it and my heart melts.

       “Who you callin’ plangent? Maybe I’m persistently poignantly pining or even pissed off but I ain’t wailing! Although, if you keep on this topic I could see my way to striking my breast then your face. Go away.”

alas, i fear a ticking clock has begun its plaintive reminder of my wailing resistence to getting out da door in time… what grief, what sadness, what plangent response to existential requisites



of course it’s due to reading Christopher Hitchens’ god is not Great that i cannot help myself from pullulating my own profundities and stoically irrefutable opinions, impressions, desires, delights because what else could be better than me, mine? after all, i’m the supreme me and truly all wealth of correctness must spew into my universe simply because it is the one true existence in which i live, rule and have my being. i am the great I in my own eye’s beholding. and THAT, dear readers and lexical lovers, is pure solipsism. it is, according to dictionary.com , both a philosophical ‘theory that only the self exists or can be proved to exist’ as well as ‘extreme preoccupation with and indulgence of one’s feelings, desires, etc.; egoistic self-absorption.’ of course, none of us have that tendency, but you know how those others can be…

i actually like explaining its linguistic roots from 1880-85 which are sol(i) + the Latin ips(e) meaning ‘self,’  because it gives me a chance to say ips ips ips ips, solipsipsips, sismipsipsips. its salsa dancing for the tongue!

and here, from here: https://bearspace.baylor.edu/Alexander_Pruss/www/PhilJokes.html is proof that even solipsists have a sense of humor: (apparently this is a true story):   A woman wrote to Russell: “I think solipsism is such an attractive position.  I wonder why more people don’t believe it.” :-))

given our premise, it is with greatly inflated presumption that i offer you this self-designed afflatus:

        Once again, the daily headlines are deluged with stories of solipsitically spent sperm – the Governator has a love child.  yawn….  oh yeah, and he’s VERY sorry. yawn….

       Birthdays should be revelries of pure solipsim, given that this is our one chance to celebrate our singular existence on the solar system’s blue planet.

       In MY world sertain solipsisms sertainly sustain some sertainties.

can we be solipsistic tomorrow, too?




first, a digression before we even begin : having been gone all last week imagine my surprise to find that this wee blog had been featured during my sojourn into non-techno-attached world!                

 well, that’s all so won’erful, thanks WordPress! 🙂   it’s fun enough to play with words, it’s more fun to have others want to watch, and its funner still when you play, too. feel free to contribute your own free-wheelin’ lexical leaps o’ logic.        

but, having been away from computers for a week we begin anew to germinate new lexical fun with new daily pullulations teeming forth from delighted cerebral folds. and so goes today’s verb, which emits from the Latin pullulatus relating to a ‘sprout or a young animal’ and these days means “to send forth sprouts, germinate, breed, or create/increase rapidly.” who’d a thought?

when i looked at this word all i could think of was the sound that Middle Eastern women often make at weddings or other emotion-pullulating events, the ululation. pullulate, ululate, we talking rapid emissions here.

so, it’s a verb, it’s about rapid emissions and breeding –  hope that means good breeding. let’s quickly emit a phew phrases in a very verbish way:

         Oh, for the prescience to preceed pullulating pronouncements with perspicatious perception of their products.

       Those Republicans are a  pullulating oppungn machine the way they wreak their havoc instead of work with the opposite side of the aisle.

        “Oh dear me,” swooned the drawling lovely Southern Miss, “ma heart’s a fairly pullulating at the sight of that!”

pullulate makes me pucker.