Let's neologize!

Thanks to the ever hinglostic Mr. P. Shift Two, I am reminded that I haven't been making enough stuff up lately.

That gets amended today. Today I will tell you about some words that you didn't realize were missing from your life. You didn't realize because I just made them up last night before I went to bed. But they are necessary. You'll see.

We should have a collective neologizing time period. Like, Month. Or a Week. A month is probably better, since everyone has babies and things now. Two and a half months? Variable Period of Time.

There are many acceptable ways to go about making up new vocabulary words. For starters, you could smash together components of another language. Latin is always good for this. It's like instant legitimacy!! Or, you could pull something out of the air. Whatever you think sounds nice or evocative. Just be mindful that this has the pitfall of your new word potentially winding up meaning "cat barf" in Yiddish or something. Every day is an adventure.

Likewise, you can come up with the word first, and then search for its definition, or you could come up with a concept that really needs to be pared down into one word, and make that word for it.

I do both.

escaberel. (n) 1. an item or activity of little function or merit that nevertheless provides a benign fascination.

For example, an escaberel can be an online quiz, writing haikus, or some novelty item that blinks that you can't stop giggling at. So shiny! It's not quite a hobby, not quite an addiction, not quite something you only do when you're supposed to be doing something else. Not to be confused with something that enthralls and is harmful, like, say, The Drugs.


redisenective attraction (n) 1. the condition of being attracted to a younger incarnation (as in a photograph) of someone your own age or older. 2. an infatuation carried over from youth of a person who has since aged.

In other words, redisenective attractive is the reason you still think Wesley Crusher is hot even though you are now in your twenties. Or the reason you have a crush on Cary Grant even though in reality he's older than your grandfather. And dead. Or the reason you can flip through your middle school yearbook and still find that one 8th grader totally dreamy, even though from your current standpoint that would be a felony. Because they're really older than you are, really. So it's weird.


My goal is that eventually my blog will be only the twelfth entry on Google.