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  • Coffee in Ilocano Maysa pay, please would be 'Another one, please'.

    March 7, 2009

  • Greek for coffee.

    March 7, 2009

  • Ask for gafae in Thailand, coffee addict. Sources: http://www.thai2english.com/search/coffee+

    http://www.langmaker.com/x.htm

    March 7, 2009

  • Romanian word for coffee.

    March 7, 2009

  • Polish for coffee. Seems to be also in the French dictionary.

    March 7, 2009

  • (This entry was in Finnish Online dictionary as a Latvian word. The Dic is based of Wiktionary - obviously the language in question was Latin. Wiktionary is based on us, i.e. I consider it as human error horror, as I consider myself in this case, too. Didn't check it in a proper way.)

    March 7, 2009

  • Swedish for coffee. Also a verb: to drink coffee.

    March 7, 2009

  • These words of mine for coffee are found from The Net, but I knew there are people here who are more than willing to correct them, if they are not quite right. Thank you.

    March 7, 2009

  • Push The Red Button.

    March 7, 2009

  • One thousand is called a "dime". It is a term that gamblers have been using forever.

    - A comment in Language Hat's blog. John linked there earlier @ sawbuck.

    March 7, 2009

  • I haven't seen spider-stuff yet, but one mosquito said this to animal communicator as he was hanging in the ceiling of a shower:

    "I'm hiding in here so you don't murder me too!"

    The AC in question was Lisa Fraser: http://www.lisafraserac.com/ .

    (The spider is more scared of you, than you are of him. He goes away, if you tell him to. I use that technique myself, with all the bugs that bug me.)

    March 7, 2009

  • In Swedish: Knatte, Fnatte and Tjatte.

    March 7, 2009

  • In Finnish they are: Tupu, Hupu and Lupu. Order is different, though.

    March 7, 2009

  • Finnish for smurf.

    March 7, 2009

  • I've heard this many times (last time it was Marge who said about Homer "I love him to pieces.") (And I was like "awww..") but I can't help it, that the phrase feels like a thing a serial killer/stalker would say. Maybe they do. I wouldn't know. This kind of phrases are the reason why I love English language - to pieces.

    March 7, 2009

  • 'Yeast pillow

    sailing

    through the green

    oregano air, floats

    down into the bubbling

    rumors of tomatoes,

    the gossip

    of basil and bay leaves,

    stretches at the red

    aromatic massage,

    dreams in layers

    of mozzarella, the black

    oval dozings of olives

    humming in the sun,

    dough that naps

    in the glow

    of laughter,

    round appetite,

    cicular carpet

    shrugging

    at knives and forks,

    tattles

    in many tongues,

    international traveler

    riding red pepper cloud-currents,

    cruising the seas,

    rising

    to grins

    that pull the melted

    cheese, queso, fromage, kaas, ser, keshi, ocha,

    queijo, käse, panir, nailao, queixo,

    formatge, brinzeu, cascaval, , formagio

    from country to country,

    wrapping around us and

    our gold floating globe.

    "Ode to Pizza" by Pat Mora.

    March 6, 2009

  • Call it woman's intuition. Sometimes it actually works... ;o]

    March 6, 2009

  • This gives me creeps. Especially, if it is screamed near my ear. -- Just like I love you, because it is so worn out phrase that nobody remembers what it means. Like Christmas. Bah. I'm sad. Pissed off. Sad. I don't know.

    March 6, 2009

  • Yes. Sanna is quite common Finnish name (women only). Sanni too.

    March 6, 2009

  • The feminine side of Holy Spirit. What a wonderful word.

    March 6, 2009

  • -- One somehow feels united with a tapir

    In a way that seldom seems appropriate --

    From a poem called Encounter with a Tapir.

    March 6, 2009

  • Fierce and stupid all dogs are

    and some worse. I learned this

    early by walking to school

    unarmed and unprepared

    for big city life, which they

    had been bred to for centuries.

    The chow who barred my way

    snarling through his black lips

    taught me I was tiny and helpless

    and that if he grew more determined

    I could neither talk nor fight,

    and my school books, my starred exams,

    my hand-woven woolen mittens, a gift

    of my grandmother, would fall

    to the puddled sidewalk and

    at best my cold sack of lunch

    might buy me a few moments

    to prepare my soul before I slept.

    I inched by him, smelling the breath

    hot and sour as old clothes.

    He did nothing but rave, rising

    toward me on his hind legs

    and choking against the collar

    which miraculously held. Later,

    years later, delivering mail

    on bicycle in the new California,

    I was set on by a four-footted moron

    who tore at my trousers even

    as I drummed small rocks off

    his head

    . I dreamed that head

    became soup, and the small eyes stared

    out into the bright dining room

    of the world’s great dog lovers,

    and they ate and wept by turns

    while I pedaled through the quiet streets

    bringing bad news and good to

    the dogless citizenry of Palo Alto.

    The shepherd dog without sleep

    who guards the gates to sleep wakens

    each night as my tiny boat

    begins to drift out on the waters

    of silence. He bays and bays

    until the lights come on, and I

    sit up sweating and alarmed, alone

    in the bed I came to call home.

    Now I am weary of fighting and carry

    at all times small hard wafers

    of dried essence of cat to purchase

    a safe way among the fanged masters

    of the avenues. If I must come back

    to this world let me do so as the lion

    of legend, but striped like an alley cat.

    Let me saunter back the exact way

    I came turning each corner to face

    the barking hosts of earth until they

    scurry for cover or try pathetically

    to climb the very trees that earlier

    they peed upon and shamed. Let their pads

    slide upon the glassy trunks,

    weight them down with exercise books,

    sacks of postcards, junk mail, ads,

    dirty magazines, give them three kids

    in the public schools, hemorrhoids,

    a tiny fading hope to rise above

    the power of unleashed, famished animals

    and postmasters, give them two big feet

    and shoes that don’t fit, and dull work

    five days a week. Give them my life.

    Philip Levine

    March 6, 2009

  • It's only money talking... nothing else. Do you ever wonder who made "The Money God" in the first place? We did it ourselves! We as humans somehow managed to give all our power to money. That is what has to change. Maybe the change is happening right now as we speak.. as the so called "depression" is spreading around.

    March 6, 2009

  • I have had my suspicions about Shatner. I must say I am not surprised at all. I can sleep in peace now, when I know the truth.

    March 6, 2009

  • Yes.. Even actuaries, cheesemites & shatners. Everyone is contributing here. In a very special, unique and divine way. That is what we all came here to do. To experience life in physical form...

    March 6, 2009

  • Thousands of animal communicators all over the world do communicate with divine... animals. All life is divine. To me, anyway. Some people disagree, and they are free to do so. We all have a free will on this planet. That is the name of the play here. That's why this place is far from boring... but sometimes it makes this planet.. dangerous to live on.

    March 6, 2009

  • Parvati's hubby.

    March 6, 2009

  • William Shatner... Who wants to communicate with that life form.. You have to be drunk to do that...eh? ;o] Keep going.

    March 6, 2009

  • Yay, do the list! Animal communicators DO communicate with ALL life. It is very simple, really. And an innate ability in every human. We all have a heart. That's all it takes.

    March 6, 2009

  • You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it—it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

    But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

    And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."

    Charles Baudelaire

    March 6, 2009

  • Teenagers have more walls around themselves against the world, than animals, but it could help, yes. ;o]

    March 6, 2009

  • " Animal communication is very important now and in the upcoming years. The lives of humans must expand by communication with all life or they cannot grow spiritually. It is not for the animals – we already communicate. It is for you. "

    Briana (horse),

    through animal communicator Anita Curtis

    March 6, 2009

  • Like safe sex? Hardly.

    March 6, 2009

  • Garfield removed.

    March 6, 2009

  • What a dsgn piece of horror. Bananapocalypse. Now.

    March 6, 2009

  • To an eager, admiring dog I usually say 'ALAS', with a very low and determined voice. (If you start to laugh - or even worse - giggle after that, you only get your face licked. I hope to God it never happens in a bar with an eager admirer. :o})

    March 5, 2009

  • I have heard some pets act like they actually were one!

    March 5, 2009

  • Down! (=Finnish) as you would say to a dog, for example. Or to an eager admirer in a bar, around the wee hours.

    March 5, 2009

  • Hawaiian goddess of canoe makers.

    March 5, 2009

  • Well, I haven't blown my funny fuse yet, since I was laughing at the pants stuff so much yesterday, that I almost peed in my pants.

    March 4, 2009

  • I blew my funny fuse. -Cartman, South Park. (Goddammit!)

    March 4, 2009

  • Yup. That too. :o]

    March 4, 2009

  • In Swedish: half-witted, dumb, foolish, moron, dull, idiotic, sheepish, silly, stupid.

    March 4, 2009

  • Alas! Cantankerous Nordic scholars are the worst.

    March 4, 2009

  • Lumen = light in Latin, silta = bridge in Finnish. An animal communication term, first mentioned in Amelia Kinkade's second book, The language of miracles. Coincidentally, it literally means "bridge of snow" in Finnish.

    March 4, 2009

  • Unfortunately I have forgotten that. It might have been written in Latin. It was old and not available to customers.

    March 4, 2009

  • "That's no pants. It's a space station."

    March 3, 2009

  • cotton,

    cottonwool.

    March 3, 2009

  • A fine drink, it is, indeed! Give me another, bartender..

    March 3, 2009

  • Yup. Sometimes it does. But not always. :o)

    March 3, 2009

  • Imagine the smell, when I found a fishbone of a smoked herring between the pages of a book. And it happened in the National Library! Academic people! Many librarians have been traumatized while sniffing books. Check the Facebook group called: Don't Mess With Me, I Worked in a Public Library, for example.

    March 3, 2009

  • Inadequate or "inadequote"? :o] Don't sleep then, go for a walk and roar like a lion!

    March 3, 2009

  • "Be yourself. Everyone else is taken." :o} We are different, which is good. It would be quite boring otherwise. And we all have that ugly head somewhere in the closet. Sometimes it wants to come out and play.

    March 3, 2009

  • Maybe she meant that culture vulture = dullard? I thought so.

    March 3, 2009

  • Hehe... R is for revolution. ;o] I like folk speak, net speak, weird sayings & places like Urban Dictionary. Break the glass and speak to me in case of emergency.

    March 3, 2009

  • Yes, I get a different kick out of sniffing old books and when sniffing new books... (I have worked in the public library and I know how dirty books can get. Some people wipe their books with wet cloth before they read them - or give them to the hands of their children. I think it is wise sometimes.)

    March 3, 2009

  • Something that provides a sudden insight, or a surprise; also an attractive woman. It can also mean a drink of liquor taken early in the day & intended to wake a person up fully.

    (Ninja, dictionary.com and wiktionary.)

    March 3, 2009

  • She won't go to a funny film. She's a real culture vulture.

    March 3, 2009

  • Good idea, Treeseed. I'll do that. -- However, my own personal choice in case of possible death would be: "Screw you guys, I'm going home!"

    March 3, 2009

  • I don't mind... I like e-books. I have one copy of Blas on my mobile now. Another on the computer. ;o)

    March 3, 2009

  • A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    March 3, 2009

  • Thanks for the inspiration. I had to download the book today, after I saw your quote from it under the word pet earlier. I need something... different than usual to read, I think.

    March 3, 2009

  • Where else could a person get such a... dungylicious idea??!

    March 3, 2009

  • Well, I do South Park, but I have missed that one obviously.

    March 3, 2009

  • Why does Johnny Depp do chocolate related acting, even when he hates chocolate furiously? Must be deppressing. Just asking. (You can mail me the answer, Monsieur Depp.)

    March 3, 2009

  • Buttermillk and pigments, for example, are not poisonous, like many paints are. It is also easier to use, if you want to make corrections to your work, like this faux marble, while at it. You finish your work wit lacquer, of course.. Otherwise it would vanish up in the air... It is traditional and also organic way to paint. Diarrhea instead.. You never know what it is made of. ;o]

    March 3, 2009

  • But lactose is very useful, if you want to paint something. With buttermilk you can. You can paint with Coca-Cola, too. Ask any decorative painter.

    March 3, 2009

  • Yes! Emotions! Yes! Yuk...

    March 3, 2009

  • Cat ladies are good to have around, rolig. ;o} I am going to join the club some day. (Hey you, rolig means fun/nice in swedish, so, if nomen est omen, you are going to be just fine...) Vole is a new word for me... Maybe your boyfriends have been voletile....? Hmmph. I got madeupical away, didn't I?

    March 3, 2009

  • H♥me. Where ever it is. People who talk about love excessively are usually the ones who do not know a thing about it... ;o| That is my sad, personal, experience.

    March 3, 2009

  • "Serial Time-Killer." Computer Shopper referring to Inkball game (in Vista operating system). Almost like Wordie. :o}

    March 2, 2009

  • Charlie Brown is The Master of Good Grief. (Grief is always good. If you do not grief, your heart is dead, and that's not good.. for anyone.)

    March 2, 2009

  • Helpful book for some, I'm sure. Sometimes it hurts when other people leave us, just like that, and go back Home.

    March 2, 2009

  • Awww... ..eeew.

    March 1, 2009

  • I thought to myself good grief, when I saw the previous page and the quote over there. Going to google now.

    March 1, 2009

  • One of the tastiest words to my ears. Especially "ma chérie". Too bad I am not French myself. (The French do chérie.)

    March 1, 2009

  • I love google. I ogle google very amorously on a daily basis, because you never know what you'll find next.

    March 1, 2009

  • Yes. I can see myself in the future - and I still can remember this word vividly - because perse means ass|buttocks in Finnish. So, s-version it is, for me.

    March 1, 2009

  • "Kick me in the nuts." - The Dudesons.

    March 1, 2009

  • When you have seen your own cunning,

    follow it back to its origin.

    What is below comes from above.

    Come on, turn your eyes to the heights.

    Rumi

    March 1, 2009

  • Be yourself. Everyone else is taken.

    March 1, 2009

  • A place where to live! No? I wish.

    March 1, 2009

  • Friedrich Nietzsche: 'In heaven all the interesting people are missing.'

    March 1, 2009

  • Compare to bonnibel.

    March 1, 2009

  • Haloo?

    February 28, 2009

  • Thank God, the vibration mode was invented.

    February 28, 2009

  • A handsome girl. French expression bonne et belle, good and beautiful. Compare to bellibone.

    February 28, 2009

  • Thank you, rolig!

    February 28, 2009

  • Latin equinus, from equus horse; akin to Old English eoh horse, Greek hippos, Sanskrit aśva. Date: 1776.

    February 28, 2009

  • Airport, Helsinki-Vantaa.

    February 28, 2009

  • Answer to any question of which you don't know the answer.

    February 28, 2009

  • The nickname generator loves me.

    February 28, 2009

  • Definitely a favourite of mine. Hoi=ohoy and pollo=chicken. Chickens, hello! Perfect.. in my inner dictionary. The languages I refer to are Finnish and Italian. But you probably knew that. (Ohoi is pirate language in Finnish.)

    February 28, 2009

  • Why can't people just say helmet?

    February 28, 2009

  • Thank you, Bilby!

    February 28, 2009

  • Mating rituals: God's own Mad TV.

    February 28, 2009

  • Kill Libido, Vol. I, that jacket, but some of those lines might actually work... Except that latex thingy. I'm allergic to that stuff. That's the Kill Libido Vol. II.

    I think the sight of that jacket never leaves my retina. Powerfull stuff. Have to go to sleep now and hope for the best.

    February 28, 2009

  • I know, but it has Italian temperament and personality. In my head, anyway...

    February 28, 2009

  • -- And eyes big love-crumbs,

    and possibly i like the thrill

    of under me you so quite new

    E.E. Cummings

    February 28, 2009

  • "And then, just to show them, I'll sail to Ka-Troo And Bring Back an It-Kutch a Preep and a Proo A Nerkle a Nerd and a Seersucker, too!"

    February 28, 2009

  • Haply I may remember,

    And haply may forget.

    Christina Rossetti

    February 28, 2009

  • I have never nuzzled with anyone. I swear.

    February 28, 2009

  • A person with a weird shaped body. Could be anyone!

    February 28, 2009

  • A small person or a rug rat.

    February 28, 2009

  • Stephen Crane, "The Monster":

    Speak out like a man, and don't give me any more of this tiresome rigamarole. 1899.

    (They say The Americans do it this way. I like it, since it is more italian... Mamma mia! However, I choose no sides, since I have completely another continent myself... ;o})

    February 28, 2009

  • Come to Mama.

    February 28, 2009

  • PS. And this is so Italian. In so many ways...!

    February 28, 2009

  • I just got Vista. I surely hope it involves this convenient little java program you mentioned... among all the other weird things it carries in its huge whale belly.

    February 28, 2009

  • My life IS one big rigamarole. Damn! This word IS the meaning of life. *now I know why I felt like returning to wordie, I never would have known this otherwise* Oh, dear.

    February 28, 2009

  • Me neither.

    Coffee to you too!

    February 28, 2009

  • April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

    - Edna St. Vincent Millay

    February 27, 2009

  • O God of earth and altar

    Bow down and hear our cry

    Our earthly rulers falter

    Our people drift and die

    The walls of gold entombe us

    The swords of scorn divide

    Take not thy thunder from us

    But take away our pride.

    G.K. Chesterton

    March 19, 2008