August 16, 2021 by sandwichcontrol
About ten more minutes.
The word of the day: Portmanteau.
|[ pawrt-man-toh, pohrt-; pawrt-man-toh, pohrt- ]|
noun, plural port·man·teaus, port·man·teaux [pawrt-man-tohz, -toh, pohrt-; pawrt-man-tohz, -toh, pohrt-].
Chiefly British. a case or bag to carry clothing in while traveling, especially a leather trunk or suitcase that opens into two halves.
Also called portmanteau word . a word that combines the form and meaning of two or more other words; a blend.
Also called portmanteau morph . a phonological unit of more than one morpheme, as French au (to the) from à to + le masculine article, which realizes a preposition and the definite article; a single morph that is analyzed as representing two underlying morphemes.
something that combines or blends several items, features, or qualities:
I’ve gathered a portmanteau of ideas from my colleagues.
combining or blending several items, features, or qualities:
a portmanteau film with two good stories.
First day of school is here.
Man, the children got real used to that late to bed and late to rise routine.
The were very miffed to realize how early life has to start moving again.
I like it.
Except when they get under my feet as I’m trying to do the things I do every morning.
I won’t start stomping on them this morning.
I’ll give them a teeny tiny grace period.
Tomorrow they have no excuse.
Another summer flew by.
I’m sure seemed a lot longer to them.
For me it was only 1/40th of my summer experiences.
Only 2.5% of all my summers.
I don’t know if I’ve ever talked about it on here, but that’s my hypothesis about why time seems to go by more quickly as we get older.
A year for a 10 year old is 1/10th or 10% of their life.
It’s a way bigger chunk than 2.5%.
So a 10 year old sees a year as much larger thing.
Bigger means slower.
Like a housefly watching your big, dumbass, primate appendage move in slo-mo trying to swat it.
And because of force equals mass times acceleration, a year is still a year.
Their year is a bigger part of their life, but a year is year is a year, so it goes more slowly.
Your year is a smaller part of your life, but a year is a year is a year, so it goes more quickly.
I don’t know if anyone else has described it this way, but I’m sure someone probably has.
I’m not that smart.
But sometimes I think of weird little things like this.
Anyway, it’s Monday.
We rounded out the weekend with tacos and an early bedtime.
Today is a normal-ass Monday for me.
Ain’t nuthin’ new under the sun.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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