Thanks bilby, I know I'm kinda lazy, treating this place like a wiktionary with live operators (not that my queries are generally heeded) LOL.
That said, I doubt I could find a decent Wolof translation of 'Leprechaun'. But stranger things have happened.
When I lived in Kalamazoo (Woolloomoolloo's much colder sister city) I had the opportunity to experience snowfall again for the first time with a Senegalese exchange student named Mamadou. I still get a chuckle remembering that giant of a man taking tentative baby steps trying to avoid a pratfall on the slippery cobblestones of Academy street.
Everything I know of Wolof I learned from Senegalese cab drivers and sidewalk vendors in my city. I can't spell anything, as it was all transmitted orally, but I'm partial to an uncommon response to "How are you?" (nan ga def) "I'm walking around in circles".
I'd love to know how to write them. Can the author of this list provide some original spellings (or anyone else for that matter)? Also, I'd love to know how to tell a Wolof speaker that they make me feel like a leprechaun because they're generally so tall and statuesque. Really lovely people, in my experience.
A cocktail consisting of tequila, cherry juice and buttermilk reputed to have been favored by Janis Joplin. She was also afraid of toilets, enjoyed eating live cats and had knees that bent in the wrong direction. That is, if you believe Frank (Judah Friedlander)'s Wikipedia article.
I remember seeing references to this in Camille Paglia's magnum opusSexual Personae. I think she used the "orobros" spelling. But I can't for the life of me find it. The book is nearly 1,000 pages long. Does anyone remember the context?
Side-splitting. Asativum's matter-of-fact, conversational tone cinched it for me. I remember a story from Alan Lomax's ethnomusicological adventures in the Hebrides wherein he described the songs women would sing to keep rhythm while stretching wool soaked in urine. I had the same sort of question: who was the first to add urine to the recipe? Did they get their own holiday?
A few years ago I took an Italian course and was picking it up fairly easily, because it is so close to Spanish. I decided to head over to a park in Brooklyn where there is a bocce court and see if I could join the old Italian men in a game. My hope was to practice Italian and maybe even pick up some juicy, non-textbook words in the process. It didn't pan out too well. The men themselves were extremely nice, but the Sicilian and Calabrian dialects they spoke were so far removed from what is considered to be "Standard Italian" as to be unhelpful for my purposes. They told me to take heart as they often had to substitute English words even among one another because, as they put it, Sicilian Italian changes from village to village -- sometimes drastically. Still, it's a nice memory. Some of those guys were amazingly accurate players for septuagenarians.
"Now you and I know that a woman's foot, which had been twisted and scarred by the binding, would not be something you and I would find especially sexy. But for the men of China, for almost a thousand years, there was something precious about this, the lowest part of the body, shrunk down to two or three inches, done so in such a way that is was useless for walking, for moving about. Feet that were twisted and torn, exuding their own peculiar smell, and the men were struck with passion. They called it the golden lotus, in honor of the flower before it bloomed.
The feet were carefully hidden, so that when men were finally allowed to see it, to touch it, to kiss it, to caress it, to suck nuts from between the twisted toes (often the whole dipped in tea) --- they would go bananas."
You know yarb, I think it may be the only spelling. That's why I had to define it myself, without citations from 19th century novelists. Please don't mention this to dontcry -- she already called me a dullard.
My parents kept an extensive library when I was growing up. I found the smell of the older, musty, yellowed books to be the most intoxicating.
There's a company called Demeter that makes strange fragrances some might find inspired, while others might place them in the same box as mandles. They have a cologne called paperback that I found uncanny in its ability to evoke such immediate, gleeful nostalgia.
I don't recall ever hearing this song. Although the title rings a bell. Should I YouTube it or leave my ears worm free?
You know, a co-worker actually yelled at me when I told her I'd never seen The Godfather or On The Waterfront. Jeez, I seem to be doing my damndest to reveal my appalling lack of culture. Did I mention I majored in anthropology?
*ponders peddling his Godfather virginity on ebay for a quick buck*
Castilian Spanish word for ladybug (known as 'ladybird' in the English-speaking world outside of North America). It is also a mildly offensive term for gay men. In certain contexts it can be meant affectionately.
In Catalonia, they are known as 'marietes' or 'poriols,' while in Galicia they are called 'xoaniñas' as well as 'maruxiñas' and 'reirreis.'
I must confess, I have no television, but rent Netflix. When seasons 1 and 2 of 30 Rock became available to watch online, I got addicted. Now I just incessantly play them in the background on my computer while doing housework and have subsequently memorized A LOT of the dialogue. Lame, I know. Meh.
Nycanthro is NYC (because I live in Brooklyn) plus ANTHRO (because I was an anthropology/ethnology major many moons ago). I checked your Flickr link. You're a Brooklynite too?! Awesome. Small world. What 'hood are you from?
P.S. that Sailor Moon list is hilarious. The mere IDEA is funny enough. I think I might change my story regarding the derivation of my name now. Also, why did you choose to name yourself after a defunct branch of the rabbit family (I had to look it up, obviously).
Nycanthro! Let's say I have something to do with New York, Brooklyn (where I live) and (physical) anthropology. This is why I was curious. For more info on Prolagus, and the reason why I chose this username, visit that page, ça va sans dire. *smiles*
Actually I'm not Scottish. I did live in Inverness for 3 months in 2007, during which time I: - became addicted to Wordie - learned to appreciate rain, rain - started my list of Scots words - watched a bit of football, and giant seagulls joyriding on city buses, and derived pleasure from both - etc.; you can ask me more, for most of my life consists of secrets closely guarded from my own fears.
An Australian politician, in fact candidate for Prime Minister, once ran a campaign on the basis of Incentivation, his plan for the reviving the country. The campaign bombed, largely because no-one really grokked the word and those who did abhorred it anyway. Somewhat later John Howard did in fact become PM. He'd learnt his lesson and ran a campaign that wasn't based firmly upon a nonce word.