Posts Tagged With: The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

Day 4672: New words

I love new words, so I enjoyed asking this question last night on Learn a New Word Day.

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Whenever somebody asks a question like Milton’s, my new words are “Everything counts.”

Because we live in a Kakistocracy where politicians are pettifogging and breaking laws about emoluments, I’ll be protesting tomorrow at a No Kings demonstration in Boston. I’ll be making new words out of this sign:

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Can you guess what words will be on my sign tomorrow?

When I do the New York Time’s Spelling Bee puzzle …

… I often discover new words. For some reason, today’s pangram (a word that uses all the letters) was very easy for me to see.

Do we need any new words to describe my other images for today?

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The words of my protest song will be new to tomorrow’s demonstrators and I hope I get a chance to sing it.

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Here’s what I find when I search for “new words” on YouTube:

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Thanks to John Koenig, I can use the new word zielschmerz, which I’ve been experiencing.

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I’m looking forward to new words in the comments section, below.

Thanks to all who are here for these new words, including YOU!

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Day 1469: Rubatosis

Yesterday, I read here, in “23 New Words for Emotions That We All Feel, But Cannot Explain,” that Rubatosis means “the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.”

My regular readers  — especially those who experience sonder (“the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own”)  —  may have the unsettling awareness that I’ve been having rubatosis since my open-heart surgery on September 21. And awareness of your own heartbeat IS unsettling, especially if it intensifies when you’re trying to sleep.

I’m now experiencing jouska (“a hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head”) about vemödalen (“the frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical  photos already exist”).

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I shall now overcome any monachopsis (“the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place”), kenopsia (“the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet”), exulansis (“the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it”),  and occhiolism (“the awareness of the smallness of your perspective”) to share this song.

 

I am not feeling mauerbauertraurigkeit (“the inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends you really like”), so I invite you to make a comment with no fear of anecdoche (“a conversation in which everyone is talking but nobody is listening”).

While I may have rubatosis,  I also have the comforting awareness of gratitude in my heart for all those who helped me create today’s post and for you — of course! — no matter what emotions you’re feeling but cannot explain.

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