
My attempt to draw “synesthesia”
Xanthophobia (from Greek xanthos, “yellow”) is fear of the color yellow. In China the color yellow was feared, specifically receiving the yellow scarf, which was an imperial order to commit suicide.
http://phobia.wikia.com/wiki/Xanthophobia
Yes, “xanthophobia” is a word I have never used in my life before now. I have no doubt that I will never need that word again in my life. You, dear reader, will probably never need that word either. But the derfy space-ranger part of my brain thinks it is neat that I was able to correctly answer a trivia question about the meaning of “xanthophobia”simply because my background as an artist who has shopped for exotic oil colors in artist supply stores helped me to recognize that the “xantho” part of the word meant yellow.
Are there other totally useless words that my space-ranger brain thinks are cool to know? Of course there are! How can you ask such a silly question?
Ouzel may refer to:
- Common blackbird or ouzel, a species of thrush, all-black in the male
- Lord Howe thrush or ouzel, an extinct subspecies of the island thrush
- River Ouzel, a river in England, a tributary of the Great Ousel
hobbledehoy
Definition of hobbledehoy
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: an awkward gawky youth
http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/hobbledehoy


So, what is the actual use of knowing so many words that you can never functionally use? Besides as a topic of a goofy post like this?
They become like the pebbles and rocks at the bottom of the briskly rushing stream of my mind. They are not moving with the water, but they are affecting the ripples and splashes on the surface above them. They cause eddies and backwashes and undercurrents in the complex flow of my space-ranger brain. They make life more interesting on the surface.
And besides, knowing useless words can make me sound smarter than the fool with a derfy space-ranger brain that I truly am.
can also describe a human being/inanimate object and can replace someone’s name.
omygod. that’s so perfy derfy.
hey looks it’s perfy derfy!
where?!?!
over there! by the perfy derfy mailbox.
wow. such a perfy derfy.









During my middle-school teaching years I also bought and read copies of The Prince and the Pauper, Roughing It, and Life on the Mississippi. I would later use a selection from Roughing It as part of a thematic unit on Mark Twain where I used Will Vinton’s glorious claymation movie, The Adventures of Mark Twain as a way to painlessly introduce my kids to the notion that Mark Twain was funny and complex and wise.












Humble Pie
The difference between who you want to be and who you are is humbling.
The recipe for humble pie requires good, clear eyesight.
And you need a reliable mirror that only shows the flaws in the reflected image, not in the mirror itself.
And you need to look at every detail in the whole of you. Even the secret things that you tend to conceal from everybody, especially yourself.
And writing a novel, if you do it right, is a form of baking humble pie.
The good and the not-so-good is reflected in reviews, which are often written with mirrors that have flaws.
But what you see, if you are honest with yourself, can show you that, even though you are far from perfect, you are exactly what you are supposed to be.
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