Posted on 11/10/2004 5:08:15 AM PST by RikaStrom
In order that we might all raise the level of discourse and expand our language abilities, here is the daily post of “word for the day”. Rules: Everyone must leave a post using the “word of the day”; in a sentence. The sentence must, in some way, relate to the news of the day. ;-) Practice makes perfect.....post on....
seriatim \sir-ee-AY-tim\, adverb, adjective:
1. In a series; one after another.
"Two days from the opening of the impeachment debate, gangs of television crews moved through mostly deserted corridors, doling out their 15 minutes of fame seriatim as individual lawmakers stepped up to batteries of microphones."
--The New York Times, December 16, 1998
Etymology: From Latin series, meaning "row, chain," and is formed on the same model as verbatim ("word for word"), literatim ("letter for letter") and gradatim ("step by step")..
A mind is a terrible thing ; )
You are probably correct. Cronkite IS the quintessential doddering old fool. He used to be a venemous young fool. As a CBS anchor, he lied to the American people 5 nights a week for 25 years!
;^)
What pity?
That is a priceless photo of the smoking soldier-I'm betting it will become a classic.
ROTF....Kinda like a New York executive who retires to a farm, and a week later his serial rapist next door neighbor gets out on parole after a 20 year stretch.
The less you think like me, the better off you'll be CG. Exception is drooling over various classrooms babes.
Can you believe that someone (husband?) took my Bush Cheney sign down????? One metal stake is left frozen into the ground and stands out in the middle of the front yard. How could anyone interrupt my gloating?????????
Ooooooh-now you've gotten SG trembling with anticipation...
Not trembling... more like "tingling". :-]
Amen.
I'm hanging out on my comments page so I missed your recognition of the EF anniversary. 29 years and 29 souls.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee'
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early.
The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T'was the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind.
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'.
Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya.
At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it's been good t'know ya
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
May have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the Gales of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral.
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call 'Gitche Gumee'.
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early
There are some other really good ones on the thread......and some of the digs taken at the smoke nannies are hilarious.
Every once in a while Lockman gets it right.
It reminds me of an old Richard Pryor movie where he got a transfer with his job and moved with his wife and kids. One of his new neighbors was Dennis Quaid, and he would mow his lawn before dawn with a dragster riding mower, among other things...
I didn't realize it was only 29 years ago...........for some reason I thought it was longer ago than that.
That song has always given me a chill.
"smoke nannies" That rates the Alfred E. Neuman response of "What-me worry?"
Finish the daam sentence dude!!:-)
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