Posted on 08/03/2011 6:00:05 AM PDT by VRWCmember
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".
bower \BOW-er\ - noun
1. an attractive dwelling or retreat
2. a lady's private apartment in a medieval hall or castle
3. a shelter made with tree boughs or vines twined together; arbor
Example sentence:
Bryan knelt down before Maura -- who was seated on a bench in the bower -- took her hand, and asked her if she would marry him.
Extra example:
"With its urban parks and backyard bowers, and its many varieties of flowering and hardwood trees, Memphis sometimes seems more forest than city." -- From an article by John Beifuss in The Commercial Appeal (Memphis, TN), July 21, 2011
Did you know?
"Bower" derives from Old English "bur," meaning "dwelling," and was originally used of attractive homes or retreats, especially rustic cottages. In the Middle Ages, "bower" came to refer to a lady's personal hideaway within a medieval castle or hall: her private apartment. Today's "arbor" sense combines the pastoral beauty of a rustic retreat with the privacy of a personal apartment. Although its tranquil modern meaning belies it, "bower" is distantly related to the far more roughshod "bowery," which is the name of a district in New York City at one time known mostly for its flophouses and pawn shops. The Bowery got its name from a Dutch term for a dwelling or farm that shares a common ancestor with the terms that gave rise to "bower."
Rules: Everyone must leave a post using the Word for the Day in a sentence.
The sentence must, in some way, relate to the news of the day.
The Review threads are linked for your edification. ;-)
Practice makes perfect.....post on....
Review Threads:
Review Thread One: Word For The Day, Thursday 11/14/02: Raffish (Be SURE to check out posts #92 and #111 on this thread!)
Review Thread Two: Word For The Day, Tuesday 1/14/03: Roister
Review Thread Three: Word For The Day, Tuesday 1/28/03: Obdurate
Review Thread Four: Word For the Day, Friday 7/25/03: Potation
Review Thread Five: Word For the Day, Monday 8/19/03: Stolid
Review Thread Six: Word for the Day, Tuesday 11/09/2004: Peripatetic (Post #125 may be my best anagram post ever)
Here is my example with today's WFTD:
While some wish she would just retire to a nice little bower and quietly watch the world from the sidelines, Sarah prefers to poke liberals with a verbal stick. (In a way, she's sort of like a female version of Archie Bunker: making statements that might be considered inflammatory and offensive to liberals, but everybody in the room -- even the liberals -- would have to admit the agree with those statements if they were honest.)
Palin says she has no respect for Romney's debt-ceiling stance
Palin: "If We Were Really Domestic Terrorists, Obama Would be Wanting to Pal Around With Us"
No pushing at the door please!
Happy Humpday Everybody!
Get to class you slackers! I've opened a new classroom, but Dave forgot to get the gradebook from xsmommy. So if you're looking for a grade you'll have to ping her. Secret Garden and Tioga are usually pretty generous with the plusses if you compliment their shapely legs, so you might try submitting your homework to them instead. My secret for getting extra plusses on my A+ from xs will remain a secret between me and her, so you're on your own if you want her to review your work.
0bama, our “bower in chief”.
So while some people were grousing in yesterday’s class about the timeliness of today’s class opening, look at the two of you coming up with the same new definition for today’s word. Good for you.
bite me! ; )
Looks like the clock on Jim Rob’s server is running fast this morning. It is only 7:51 AM central time right now, but FR says that I opened this thread at 8:00 AM central time.
I wasn’t complaining, I was setting up a classroom....<innocent shrug) ...Mea culpa.
“It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era — the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run... but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant...
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of ‘history’ it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time — and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened
My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights — or very early mornings — when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour... booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turnoff to take when I got to the other end... but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: no doubt at all about that...
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda... You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning...
And that, I think, was the handle — that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply PREVAIL. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave...
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.’
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Euchre
When you have both bowers and the ace, it’s called the “Dutchman.”
LMAO !!!
When we were potty training our oldest,
we would have “the potty fairy” come and deliver underpants.
I was wondering what the potty fairy actually looked like - thanks!
“Hallucinations are bad enough. But after a while you learn to cope with things like seeing your dead grandmother crawling up your leg with a knife in her teeth. Most acid fanciers can handle this sort of thing. But nobody can handle that other trip—the possibility that any freak with $1.98 can walk into Circus-Circus and suddenly appear in the sky over downtown Las Vegas twelve times the size of God, howling anything that comes into his head. No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs. Reality itself is too twisted.”
Top10
http://www.alternativereel.com/includes/top-ten/display_review.php?id=00098
5,3 noteworthy.
It was still a rather pointless movie.
Classic Bauer.
did not see it, have not read him.
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