Posted on 12/25/2014 5:19:39 AM PST 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".
pericope \puh-RIK-uh-pee\ noun
1. a selection or extract from a book.
2. a portion of sacred writing read in a divine service; lesson; lection.
Example sentence:
...a single verse (and, in some cases, even a pericope) is too small a unit to split analytically into fragments.
-- Donald Harman Akenson, Surpassing Wonder: the Invention of the Bible and the Talmuds, 1998
Etymology:
Pericope came to English in the mid-1600s, and is ultimately derived from the Greek perikopḗ meaning "a cutting."
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
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!
I bit my tongue when I went to look through the pericope.
This pericope is causing me syncope!
LOL!
Hi Darks, long time no see. Merry Christmas!
This was something Timmy had never practiced, although he would have been great at “hide-and-seek”. Moving silently was not a problem for him.
Slowly he worked his way to a nearby wall, waiting for the right opportunity. When Roger Cannon picked up a power-saw and prepared to cut a plank, Timmy moved in, rising like an insubstantial wave out of the ocean.
Timing his entry, Timmy pulsed into the contractor just as he started the saw. Timmy hoped that any sensation would be masked by the vibration and noise.
Inside Mr. Cannon, Timmy held still until the cutting operation was completed. When Roger set the saw back down, Timmy adjusted himself into Roger’s body. As Roger straightened up, Timmy began the mind-sweep.
By now he had perfected the technique. Copying a life’s worth of memories was no more difficult than taking a high-resolution photograph, but only if someone had Timmy’s ability to share physical space with the mind being copied.
Mr. Cannon appeared to sense, in some way, that something was amiss. He stood up straight to steady himself, as if feeling a bit of dizziness. Timmy took the opportunity to sink into the floor.
Merry Christmas!
Been wandering around.
I love how he takes care of disadvantaged animals too. A+ for you!
Merry Christmas!
I never listen when Obama
Begins quoting in speeches
The periscope is so chaotic-
Beyond where logic reaches
So mangling quotes from books
You know he never read them-
Putting words in the mouths
Of those who never said them
I’m sure historical figures
Are amused that he can forget
The correct quote can be found
By just utilizing the internet...
It is sunny and 52, but a howling wind came up earlier-I didn’t pay attention, walking in the woods near the river, but when I came up the slope by the park, chairs were being blown over from people’s decks and yards...
When the cub was little, my first husband, who liked to make models and I started making little houses, people and stuff from miniatures, clay and balsa wood you buy at the craft store. Even after she grew up, the cub and I would make something every year-usually something to make everyone laugh-a drunk Santa falling down by the saloon, a bear climbing the tree in the village square, etc.
One year we made a brothel-we made women out of clay, painted and dressed them like gold rush hookers, set them on the second story balcony of the brothel and made a sign for it. There may be some here who are shocked, and that is okay-but it was a happy thing we did that still makes me smile to remember.
I still have all that stuff, stored away in these unhappy times-maybe when I build my nest, I will set it out again just for a smile...
You have your own version of those Victorain villages, ready to go! A+ for you and Merry Christmas!
Thank you!
I have the model train and tracks that we put around it, too-still kept in the original box from the late 70’s. My first husband and I both loved to read stories about the Klondike and gold rush, and that is how the village became a gold rush town with miniature bears, wolves, moose and the Alaskan railroad-a sedate Victorian village was just too tame...
My maternal Grandparents came to America from Finland. MUMU, as we were taught to call her - means Grandmother. I never knew my Grandfather, he passed in 1923.
My grandparents were very poor farmers. Newspapers from NYC advertised cheap farms, many of the Finns came to the area and bought farms, some were absolutely worthless. They were mainly dairy farmers, but the markets changed so many of the Finns turned to raising chickens and selling eggs.
I must say the Finnish people from that time were very industrious. Worked at anything to make money. When they arrived here and bought land the first building built was a Sauna which they lived in then - when the farm got going they built a house if none was on the property.
Christmas Eve was always spent in church. My uncle was in the Marines and he owned a coupe with a rumble seat in the back. My 2 older brothers were bundled up and sat back there. My mother, my uncle who drove,and my youngest brother and myself sat in the front with them.
This is not a tradition just a real life story from my life. The church had a wood burning stove in the middle of the floor, everyone huddled around the stove.
Mother would have us put up our stockings before bed time. I peeked through the drape and watched mom fill the stockings. She knew it too. LOL
Great stories y’all! Thank for your sharing how you make your holiday special.
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