Word of the Day

Lacant

Anytime anyone or anything is difficult to understand it can be labelled as “lacant” which basically means it can be hard to understand like Jaques Lacan’s writing. In the ”Agency of the Letter in the Unconscious, Lacan writes that he’s trying to make his text difficult and opaque. 

Have you encountered lacant?

An Excerpt From the First Chapter of a Novella I’m Working On

The sound of the first ship coming into the harbor startled him. Eyes open, back straight, hands down. Prepare yourself. Above all of the feelings that Lawrence hated, the feeling of being awoken back to work from a standing mid-sleep was one of them. The thick smoke rising out of the chimney of the ship was his signal and the sound of the horn his cue to approach the metal giant and unload its cargo. He would then immediately reload the empty bowels of the beast with shipments that were destined for other parts of America and repeat the cycle for any new arrivals. The labor was horror, and the pay was even worse, but at least he had a job. Life became very hard after the Depression hit. He had just enough money to feed himself and buy his alcohol at the speakeasy that every dock worker knew of. Working during a time like this was bittersweet. It felt like you were getting kicked and punched over and over again, but you knew that your attackers wouldn’t kill you for the sake of their own morals. The only thing you can do when life is tightening its grip around your neck is to keep breathing, for as long as you can. 

This is the first paragraph of the first chapter of many in a novella I’m working on. I felt it would be appropriate to submit on a blog that has the theme of writing. 

Word of the Day

Dapper

Mac Dictionary’s definition:

|ˈdapər|

adjective
(typically of a man) neat and trim in dress, appearance, or bearing.

DERIVATIVES
dapperly adverb.
dapperness noun

ORIGIN late Middle English: probably from a Middle Low German or Middle Dutch word meaning ‘strong, stout.’

Are you dapper?

A Theory on Bullies

Growing up as one of two black girls in an elementary school attended by quite well-off white kids, was far from a joyously blissful upbringing. Opinions about my race, size and lack of a million dollar home were given freely on countless occasions. I was born an extremely outgoing child ready to dance and sing badly until the point of exhaustion in any setting whenever the mood struck me. At the time, it felt as if the world was my personal stage and any person within hearing or seeing distance was my audience. When I started school, it turned out not everyone was as thrilled about me as I was. Shocking, at first, but after ten years of verbal onslaught, demoralizing, one might even say dehumanizing, my mother, noticing, that the blazingly vibrant spark in my eyes had been replaced with a blank numbness claimed that the other kids were just jealous of me. This explanation was inconceivably bizarre to me as I could not imagine the other kids were incensed with jealousy because they were not slightly overweight, middle-class, or visible minorities. The more likely explanation I found was that they thought it was fun to insult me. It was just something to do for amusement. This explanation, while probably accurate, still was really baffling to me. Despite the barrage of daily taunts, I never found myself even remotely compelled to spit any burningly acidic venom back at them. In my limited experience of hurting people, even unintentionally, I always felt this awful twinge in the bottom of my stomach and was left with the bad aftertaste of nagging regret and shame. So how could they think hurting people was fun? What I considered fun was singing “I’m Every Woman” at the top of my lungs while jumping on the couch in my living room. Or sitting around reading the Babysitter’s Club and Animorphs book series in their entirety. Or writing horrible mysteries in my journal about ghost bunnies. Yes, I wrote mysteries about ghost bunnies full of misshapen illustrations of three fingered people. My wonderful first grade teacher, Mz. Walker, very thoughtfully pretended to be impressed. As I got older, I started to get it a little more. At thirteen, minding my own business changing in a delightful smelling locker room, a girl in my class came up to me and started screaming a few inches from my face. Apparently, the boy I had a massive crush on told her it was blatantly obvious that I liked him and that he didn’t like me back. As she yelled this at me, I noticed she had tears in her eyes. As far as I knew this girl did not like, like the guy I liked at all so she had no internal stake in the matter. The whole deal wasn’t that unusual in my experience, she was just trying to humiliate me as she’d done for years. But if she was doing it for some twisted amusement like I’d assumed, why was she on the verge of crying? I can only guess that she spent all of her time with me as her easy prey, the girl who never fought back, because she needed an outlet for a very deep-seated dislike of herself. That twinge of regret that I felt when causing pain seemed to be switched off in her and all of those other kids. So they were free to say what they wanted, whenever they wanted. It must have been fun for a while, thrilling as dancing for a captive audience. Ripping people’s feelings to shreds as a quick fix for insecurity with the added bonus of people thinking your insults are hilariously witty. Is it possible that this schoolyard game backfires when the high of tearing someone down gets shorter and shorter until it ceases to work completely? Is it possible these bullies begin to feel more dead inside than all the people they’ve hurt combined? Just a theory.

Check out Maya’s blog: http://illusionofmaya.wordpress.com/2014/07/23/a-theory-on-bullies

Anonymous said: Seriously why are you still trying?

Because practice makes perfect.

Anonymous said: You should tag word of the day vs text posts and create links to each category. It's kind of tedious to scroll through everything to find what you're looking for.

If you search up the word in The Ruffetting Post searchbox, you should be able to find what you’re looking for without having to scroll through. If you can’t find it, I might not have written it yet. I tag all words and tag all words with “word of the day”. I don’t really understand how I could create links to each category unless by “links” you mean tags.

Word of the Day

Wait

Mac Dictionary’s definition:

|wāt|verb [ no obj. ]

stay where one is or delay action until a particular time or until something else happens: he did not wait fora reply | we’re waiting for Allan to get back | they will wait ona Supreme Court ruling | [ with infinitive ] Ben stood on the street corner waiting to cross | [ with obj. ] I had to wait my turn to play.• (wait for or onstay where one is or delay action until (someone) arrives or is ready: he sits on the corner waiting for Mary | she was waiting on her boyfriend.• remain in readiness for some purpose: he found the train waiting at the platform.• be left until a later time before being dealt with: we shall need a statement later, but that will have to wait.• with obj. ] informal defer (a meal) until a person’s arrival: he will wait supper for me.

(cannot waitused to indicate that one is eagerly impatient to do something or for something to happen: I can’t wait for tomorrow | [ with infinitive ] I can’t wait to get started again.

act as a waiter or waitress, serving food and drink: a local man was employed towait onthem at table | [ with obj. ] we had to wait tables in the mess hall.

noun

in sing. ] a period of waiting: we had a long wait.

(waitsBrit. archaic street singers of Christmas carols.• historical official bands of musicians maintained by a city or town.

PHRASES

wait and see wait to find out what will happen before doing or deciding something.

you wait used to convey a threat, warning, or promise: just you wait till your father comes home!

PHRASAL VERBS

wait on (or upon) 

act as an attendant to (someone): a maid was appointed to wait on her. • serve (a customer) in a store. • archaic pay a respectful visit to. 

chiefly Brit.await the convenience of: we can’t wait on the government; we have to do it ourselves.

wait up 

not go to bed until someone arrives or something happens.

 2 go more slowly or stop until someone catches up.

ORIGIN 

Middle English: from Old Northern French waitier, of Germanicorigin; related to wake1. Early senses included lie in wait (for),observe carefully, and be watchful.

Who’s making you wait?

Word of the Day

Solipsistic

Mac Dictionary’s definition:

solipsism |ˈsälipˌsizəm|

noun
the view or theory that the self is all that can be known to exist.

DERIVATIVES
solipsist noun.
solipsistic |ˌsälipˈsistik| adjective.
solipsistically |ˌsälipˈsistik(ə)lē| adverb

ORIGIN late 19th cent.: from Latin solus ‘alone’ + ipse ‘self’ + -ism.

Would you consider yourself solipsistic?

Word of the Day

Zeftig

Mac Dictionary’s definition:

 |ˈzäftig, -tik| (also zoftig)

adjective informal
(of a woman) having a full, rounded figure; plump.

ORIGIN 1930s: Yiddish, from German saftig ‘juicy.’

Are you zeftig?

Treat Your Girlfriend Like a Friend

So you have a girlfriend? Excellent. Clearly you’ve been reading my advice. But don’t get ahead of yourself. Maybe she’s the love your life, maybe she isn’t, maybe she’s the greatest person you’ve ever met, but don’t ditch your friends.

Now, that doesn’t mean never hang out with your girlfriend. It just means that you shouldn’t leave your friends out completely. Of course if you’re going out on a romantic evening, you don’t invite your friends. But if your buddy wants to see a movie and then your girlfriend asks if you’re free, don’t say that you are because you aren’t.

If anything, invite her along. If she’s completely turned off by this, you might want to find a new girlfriend. However, sometimes bros just need to hang out with bros and so you need your time alone away from your girlfriend.

There are so many people that ditch their friends for their girlfriend and to me it doesn’t make sense. So treat your girlfriend like a friend and you’re golden.

Unless you’d rather be an outcast.

Love, friend,

-The Rufflovologist