As I was lying in bed last night, futilely trying to go to sleep, I suddenly realized that all my love videos I have posted have been from men. To right that dastardly wrong, I will be posting several love videos by women. First up, some old-school Indigo Girl. Their poignant song, Love’s Recovery.
Ok. I feel pretty weak today, so I am going to be light on content and heavy on video.
What do I love today? I love words. Ever since I pretended to read a newspaper at age two (upside down, as my mom loves to remind me), I have been addicted to words. I taught myself to read at age three, and I was reading at an eighth-grade level by the time I was six. I read the dictionary in my spare time, and words were my refuge from all the kids who picked on me. I could call them unintellectual imbeciles without fear that they would know what I was saying, and I did.
I love running across new words and looking them up in the dictionary. Nowadays, of course, that dictionary is on-line, www.onelook.com, but it’s still handy-dandy useful.
I love crossword puzzles, even though the NYT Sunday puzzles have become too easy for me. I love big words, and I love small words. My friend, Natasha, sent me this link today, www.savethewords.org, which I simply adore. Adopt a word and use it every day. There are so many poor, unwanted words, languishing, wasting away into nothing.
Reading was my salvation when I was a kid. I could escape into a whole different world when I cracked open a book. I am blessed with a vivid imagination, so I would be immersed in whatever world I was visiting. In fact, it’s one reason I don’t care for movies–my mind can create much more vivid and richer images than anything mere film can produce.
k.d. lang’s take on Jane Sibbery’s Love is Everything.
I gobbled up books at an alarming rate. I can read a two-hundred page paperbook in roughly two hours. I can finish a Harry Potter book (and those suckers are thick) in a night. I am the Wonder Woman of reading, and I’m not afraid to use my skillz for my own personal gain.
I read every single Judy Blume book (including Forever) by the time I was in junior high school. I think it took me a bit longer to read Wifey, but it wasn’t much later. I read all the stupid romance for teen books, much to my dismay and chagrin. I read everything I could get my hands on, and I didn’t much care what it was about as long as it had a compelling story.
My favorite words sound as delicious as they read. I love onomatopoeias. I love metaphors and similes; I really love alliteration, and I am quite fond of all the other wonky grammar terms you can throw at me. If a person is witty, I am more likely to succumb to his/her wiles than if s/he is simply purty to look at.
Here are some of my favorite words: deliquesce, ablutions, perfidy, askance, obsequious, malfeasance, loathe, velvet, tohubohu, oligarchy. This is just a short list, and it only includes words I like for aural reasons only. In other words, I don’t particularly care what they mean–I just like the way they sound.
One word I don’t like? Bipartisanship. I think that one is self-explanatory.
For the past eight years, words have been used to mislead, to obfuscate (another good word), and to straight-up lie to the public by those in power. W.’s vocabulary was pitifully small, and his daily mangling of phrases used to make me cringe in embarrassment.
B-52’s Love Shack.
I have deliberately omitted several of my favorite words from my daily vocabulary because I didn’t want to be seen as elite or effete or anything else airy-fairy like that. I didn’t want to be seen as a snob or as talking down to other people.
Now, however, we have a president who measures his words carefully, and he isn’t afraid to throw in a big word or two. I am taking a leaf from his book and proudly reclaiming my inner vocabulary geek. With that, I leave you with Taylor Dayne’s Love Will Lead You Back. Because my love for words have led me back to using them once again.