Skip to comments.Word For The Day, Thursday, July 5, 2012 - mumpsimus
Posted on 07/05/2012 4:36:02 AM PDT by secret garden
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".
mumpsimus \MUHMP-suh-muhs\ , noun
1. Adherence to or persistence in an erroneous use of language, memorization, practice, belief, etc., out of habit or obstinacy.
2. A person who persists in a mistaken expression or practice.
"I profess, my good lady," replied I, "that had any one but you made such a declaration, I should have thought it as capricious as that of the clergyman, who, without vindicating his false reading, preferred, from habit's sake, his old Mumpsimus...
-- Sir Walter Scott, The Talisman
Mr. Burgess, who sticks (I fancy) to his old mumpsimus, thought that the other gentleman might have given the canoe a shove to get it clear of the lock
-- Ronald A. Knox, The Footsteps at the Lock
Mumpsimus comes from a story (perhaps first told by Erasmus) about an illiterate priest who mispronounced a word while reciting the liturgy. The priest refused to change the word, even when he was corrected.
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 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
WFB's attempt to emulate us ; ) No pushing at the door please!
Rise and shine!
"...mumpsimus...a condition you get while having the mumps that affects your pronunciation of the word sinus"
Good morning. I just woke up and cannot think of a good example of mumpsimus, although I know there are many that abound on FreeRepublic.
Here. Let me help you out while you get the coffee started:
"I could care less" used to mean "I could not care less".
OK. I’m little bit awake now.
The nation has had an unfamiliar word thrust upon us in the past few weeks — derecho — due to the violent storms that swept DC. In trepidation that I might engage in a mumpsimus after seeing derecho used in report, after report, and never hearing it pronounced, I looked it up on the Web and was surprised to discover that my first inclination to pronounce it dar’—ee—ko is wrong. So, to avoid an embarrassing mumpsimus, I’ve been practicing the correct pronunciation which is more like dare—eh’—cho.
Seems as though it ought to be “Senator Mumpsimus”.
Excellent, and my husband is making the coffee right now!
Twenty somethings saying “my bad” instead of “It was my mistake.”
I speak spanish so it is familiar to me, but they are saying that it means STRAIGHT as in straight line winds. I am more familiar with the Spanish word DERECHO meaning RIGHT, as in “derechos humanos”, human rights. “a la derecho”, means to the right, “a la izquierda” means to the left, and the word for LEFTIST is “izquierdista”.
Towards Holder, I’m bristling with animus
As he keeps putting forward the mumpsimus
That his “contempt” has no basis
It’s just that we’re racist
The lies of a true rectus maximus
I studied French, and I like their word for left — “sinistre”.
This mumpsimus will need our DCT, that’s Deep Cyphering Tek-nee-que.
Mump is a lump turned into a mountain and si mas sounds like Spanish for “yes, more” so maybe this Sir Water Scotch fella was Spanish.
Now I know it was spelled simus not simas but spelling is just opinion and opinions are like fleas, they come and go.
So let’s not get all in tell lectual here and start wearing glasses and underwear every day and stuff.
The mumpsimus of Bawney Fwank is unrelated to that particular viral malady (although no doubt others are present), nor is it necessarily due to any "residue" remaining from prior "encounters" -- it's basically the same vicious crap you hear from most Libs time & time again...
Furthermore, I live in the mid-west where we’ve had straight line winds all the time. We just call them “straight-line tornados”. We don’t need no “steenkin” Spanish word to explain the destruction. A derecho blew the steeple off of my stable in 1989 and another derecho blew the back doors of my barn open and flipped them onto the roof in about 2003, or 2004. I lost my home owner’s insurance after that one. They paid, but they cancelled me.
Another derecho blew right down the main street of Cedarburg about a mile from me about 10 years ago and broke, or uprooted, all of the 100-150 year old trees that lined Washington Ave. Nobody diagnosed it as a derecho at the time. “Straight line tornado” was the diagnosis here. Midwesterners don’t whine, and they don’t put on airs. They just clean up and carry on.
it is uncommon here.
Pardon my weak Spanish but isn’t derecha right and derecho straight? My tapes have lots of driving instructions and slams against North Americans.
A+ for you. We’re all racists, according to them.
I love how your mind works. A for you.
directionally speaking, i guess you are right, but the word for Human Rights is most def DERECHOS HUMANOS, not derechas humanas, so it still doesn’t make sense to me!
I’m so glad he’s not on TV all the time any more. A+ for you.
A+ for you and for those wondering, I called my county courthouse when I got back from my run and they said just to come in an register this week, no problem. I forgot about and missed my jury summons on Monday.
AND register. Sheesh, learn to type, will you?
That used to happen to me a lot when I was young.
I always thought that having two words so close to each other for directions “straight” and “right” was pretty stupid. Even more so to be differentiated by an “o” or an “a” in a language which uses such as a suffix for gender.
I’m famous today.
just so that’s not your behind in those holey jeans!!!! LMAO! pretty cool!
LOL. I just laughed and sneezed at the same time. I think that’s happend to all of us, at least once.
No, it was perfect weather. It rained for about 2 hours last evening, so everything was nice and wet. Only had one shell fail to rise and explode at eye level.
Took the dog out at about 1 AM and you could still smell gunpowder outside. The smell of freedom.
Oh my, what a lovely word
For the lexicon of Obama-
He demonstrates mumpsimus
With every speech and drama
His command of misinformation
Is there for us all to see-
When he claims to create jobs
I have to howl with glee
So does he also make the rain
And cause the wind to blow?
The only job that he does well
Is the one that begins with snow...
A+ for you. I’m finally back inside, after the trip to the county courthouse to line up my dates for jury duty. The only choice I had was Thanksgiving week. I’m thinking most of those cases might get dismissed. It is 105 out there and too hot to do anything.
Thank you! We’re lucky today-only 95-and there may be rain by the weekend.
A couple of weeks ago, my neighbor up the hill mentioned that they were going to adopt another dog to keep their poodle company in the house while they are at work, which I took to mean that they would be getting another less than 30 lb dog. He just came by to return a book I loaned him to read, and the poodle, who was in the cab of the truck started barking and wagging because I always give him treats-as a huge gray head with yellow eyes popped up right over him, leaned out the window, licked my face, smiled and drooled on my hand.
Their new dog is a huge, lovely gray female mastiff they got from a rescue place outside Austin. She is a bit less than 2 years old, and a darling-she ate treats from my hand just as politely as the poodle does, just a bit slobbery. My neighbor said she’d been living in a condo in Austin, so she hangs in the house with the poodle and is very well mannered and gentle with their 3 cats, as well.
I mentioned that I’d heard what I thought was another neighbor’s bullmastiff baying last night when I took Husky girl out, when here were lots of fireworks going off, and asked if that was his mastiff barking instead. He said no, that she had been cowering with the poodle between the couch and wall the whole time there were fireworks going off.
Mastiffs are such sweet dogs (except with intruders), but that bark of theirs is one hell of a scary sound-hound of the Baskervilles...
I don’t think I’ve ever encountered a mastiff. What is her name? I hope it’s something petite and feminine, LOL!
I’m getting disgusted with hockey players lately. One of our players who was marginal at best during the play-offs is opting for arbitration and don’t get me started on Suter ditching us for more money. If he had just admitted, with a new baby and his heavy travel schedule, that it would be better for their family to be closer to his wife’s family for help and support, everyone would have agreed. But it was all about the money and being with his buddy Parise. I think Ryan is forgetting that he is signing a long-term deal with the same owner who completely gutted our team a few years ago and hung everyone out to dry. And I tweeted the same to him too.
Jules wasn’t happy about the noise but he was distracted by little pieces of treats. He is way more of a barkybutt schnauzer than the other two. He’s also ridiculously strong, I was playing tug of war with a toy while laying on the couch and honestly he almost pulled me off! At our party yesterday we had my BIL and niece bring their little yorkie and yorkie-poo to entertain Jules and chan. They got along fine though Jules was five times their size. I hate when people pick up their dogs bc then Jules was just agitating for them to be put down. I’m trying to remember who else did that but it annoys the hell out of me bc I have to sit there and continually reprimand my dog to not jump, not bark, not agitate, when if they’d just put their little purse dog down Jules would sniff him a bit and then walk away. But the allure of having it held up high like that makes him furious. Note to owners of purse dogs aka HOBBES. Don’t worry no ones going to eat your widdle precious!
They just had an episode covering that issue on Dogs in the City last night, with Hubbell Yoda, a blind foo-foo dog she pushed around in a stroller. She learned that if you give dogs a chance to just sniff each other, they work things out amicably.
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