It’s ‘learn a new word day’ today, and yes, I did just make that up. I have no idea what day it really is. Although tomorrow is the longest day of the year, and that’s pretty exciting for us people who love summer.
At Wordnik the word of the day is ESTIVATION – the act of passing the summer. It’s a new one to me. The opposite of HIBERNATION. Both these activities greatly appeal to me.
The first random word that came up (also clickable under Et Cetera, bottom right) is AMBULANT – moving or walking about. So let’s all get out there and be ambulant during our estivation. Or not, depending on the temperature and the humidity.
Great site, hey? Can’t believe I missed yesterday’s word – PHANSIGAR which means thug. Although I’m not sure how I might have worked that one into casual conversation.
I’ve also just subscribed to Chorus – (because also under Et Cetera I clicked on “have a word press blog?”) –
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I’d settle for relevant, interesting and serendipitous without the “even more” bit.
All I was doing was looking for a great F word for the Alphabet Soup category and all this garble is the result because I didn’t find one any better than the one I’d already thought of, which is what I’ll be going on about tomorrow. Or not, depending on the temperature and the humidity, how long the day ends up being, and the number of phansigars I encounter ambulating their way through their own personal estivation.
I think I’m a word-aholic, with no great desire to recover.
Which one is worse? Worse for what? They’re both the worst for different reasons. Extreme anything is always worse than things in moderation. Extremes tend to make people extremely cranky. Would you rather build a snowman on your front lawn or a sandcastle on the beach? Crank up the heat or crank up the air conditioning?
I don’t like the cold and the snow and seeing my breath in the air. I don’t like how the snow crunches under my feet at 40 below and how the house cracks and groans and how the furnace won’t stop running, and how the heating bill (and the heat) go through the roof. I don’t like winter driving on ice and how sometimes it feels like my tires have frozen into squares, and scraping off the windshield and stomping the snow off my boots and putting on and taking off layers of bulky clothing and still having popsicle fingers and toes.
What I do like about extreme cold is looking at it from the inside out (with a furnace that never stops running of course.) A warm fire and some candles burning, a cozy throw, a good book, a hot drink. I’d be happy to spend the entire month of January every year here inside my nice warm house and never venture out into the freezing cold at all. I don’t like it when my nose gets cold and my eyeballs freeze and my lungs hurt.
I guess I’ve never really experienced extreme heat for very long, since way up here in the frozen north we’re not even sure we know what that is. For a few days one summer our temperatures reached 45 degrees celsius. That’s well over 100 fahrenheit. And too damned hot. Especially for sleeping. Unless there’s a turbo fan pointed directly at your head. When I fly to Ontario in the summer the heat and the humidity seem somehow much worse than our dry windy heat here in the west. It definitely does unfortunate things to my hair.
Everyone at work has been complaining lately that they’re keeping it way too hot in the building. It makes us tired and lethargic. We yawn a lot. We feel strangely moist. Ewww. Not sure what will happen when the cold weather actually sets in – perhaps we’ll be slow cooked. More likely they’ll shut the heat right down to minimum and we’ll be wearing woolen scarves and ear muffs and gloves huddled at our computers shivering ourselves to death.
What’s the BEST thing about extreme weather? We get to COMPLAIN our butts off about it. We get to form fierce opinions about what we hate. We can strike up conversations with complete strangers because they’re sure to commiserate. Some like it hot. Some like it cold. Bitching about whatever it is never gets old. Poetry for the masses.
Give me extreme fog and drizzle with intermittent bursts of misty sunshine. Right now I can’t think of anything bad to say about weather like that. I can breathe in that atmosphere and it feels good on my skin. And everyone’s hair will look like hell, so the state of mine will cease to matter.