In Vocabulaire de la Psychoanalyse, Jean Laplanche & J.-B. Pontalis
31 March 2010
Omniana!
My favorite way to procrastinate, especially while working on a paper as I am doing now, is to enjoy the omnifariousness of the Oxford English Dictionary online. Right now I am really into omni- words, clearly. Here are a few more words from tonight:
Omnivolent: Willing or wishing for everything; determining all things.
Ecomiac: Of or pertaining to eulogy; panegyrical.
Encoffin: Enclosed in a coffin.
Enchiridion: A handbook or manual; a concise treatise serving as a guide or for reference.
Turgescent: Becoming swollen; swelling, growing bigger.
Turgescible: Capable of swelling up.
Reckonmaster: A mathematician; an arithmetician; an accountant.
Encheer: trans. To cheer, render cheerful. Hence encheering.
This will be me someday. In library, with cat.
(from http://www.nickhaus.com/)
Today I used "placid" in conversation and the person with whom I was talking was kind of ruffled by this, because I had used it to describe people (e.g., "The generally placid townsfolk went crazy when the bag of money fell out of the armored truck." That was the context.) and not water and or things having to do with or containing water. But as it turns out the OED seems to be in agreement with me on that one; placid is for people. I think the word "turgid" also came up in this conversation (so it's been in my head since then, see above; I love any variation on "turgid"). The conversation was actually mostly about the weirdness of keeping and transporting money in bags.
Bag of money; very stylish.
Omnivolent: Willing or wishing for everything; determining all things.
Ecomiac: Of or pertaining to eulogy; panegyrical.
Encoffin: Enclosed in a coffin.
Enchiridion: A handbook or manual; a concise treatise serving as a guide or for reference.
Turgescent: Becoming swollen; swelling, growing bigger.
Turgescible: Capable of swelling up.
Reckonmaster: A mathematician; an arithmetician; an accountant.
Encheer: trans. To cheer, render cheerful. Hence encheering.
This will be me someday. In library, with cat.(from http://www.nickhaus.com/)
Today I used "placid" in conversation and the person with whom I was talking was kind of ruffled by this, because I had used it to describe people (e.g., "The generally placid townsfolk went crazy when the bag of money fell out of the armored truck." That was the context.) and not water and or things having to do with or containing water. But as it turns out the OED seems to be in agreement with me on that one; placid is for people. I think the word "turgid" also came up in this conversation (so it's been in my head since then, see above; I love any variation on "turgid"). The conversation was actually mostly about the weirdness of keeping and transporting money in bags.
Bag of money; very stylish.27 March 2010
Palm Springs (part II)
Trusty footwear. Appropriate for both airplanes (comfy) and the hot dry dusty desert ground.
These mountains are formidable.
Selections from the indubitably weird Moorten Botanical Gardens in Palm Desert.
My mother took most of these, though the ones obviously inferior in quality are mine, taken on my phone.
Mundane Irritations
1. leaving voicemail messages
2. tampons
3. expired milk
4. toothaches
5. toe blister
6. shower water is only tepid
7. traffic lights
8. acne
9. having to go to the bank
10. hole in socks
Also: food that does not taste as good as it looks or smells, dirty glasses lenses, wet grass (especially if i have already sat down on it), the feeling of needing to brush teeth, wanting, wanting expensive things, condescension.
These things are never pleasant! What's the deal?
2. tampons
3. expired milk
4. toothaches
5. toe blister
6. shower water is only tepid
7. traffic lights
8. acne
9. having to go to the bank
10. hole in socks
Also: food that does not taste as good as it looks or smells, dirty glasses lenses, wet grass (especially if i have already sat down on it), the feeling of needing to brush teeth, wanting, wanting expensive things, condescension.
These things are never pleasant! What's the deal?
20 March 2010
Narrative Made Possible by Diazepam (part I)
Portland --> Palm Springs --> Cathedral City --> Palm Desert --> Indian Wells --> Rancho Mirage --> Indio --> Rancho Mirage --> Indian Wells --> Palm Desert --> Cathedral City --> Palm Springs --> San Francisco airport --> Portland
My mom and I went to this crazy place called southern California where there are trees like this.
They are olive trees.
The flowers are this pink;
I tried to disappear into them.
We went to north Palm Springs.
Tried to disappear in the desert, too. It only worked on my legs.
Not a salt lick.
We went to the art museum.
This thing was in the art musuem. 365 bulbs, one for every day of the year.
Art museum portrait with green triangles.
My mom and I went to this crazy place called southern California where there are trees like this.
They are olive trees.
The flowers are this pink;
I tried to disappear into them.
We went to north Palm Springs.
Tried to disappear in the desert, too. It only worked on my legs.
Not a salt lick.
We went to the art museum.
This thing was in the art musuem. 365 bulbs, one for every day of the year.
Art museum portrait with green triangles.
11 March 2010
Thursday
I've been working on this paper for so long that it took me several hours to realize that I had written "oracular pathology" rather than "ocular pathology." This would have been a very different argument indeed if the former were correct.
In other news, spring break trip to Palm Desert cancelled.
So that was one of the reasons to finish my paper by tomorrow, as opposed to Saturday or Sunday, the actual due date. That, and never having to write the word "pathology" again. Oh, glum. Today was the first day this semester where I really honestly thought I might not be able to make it at this school. I've been in the library working on this paper for three hours and I'm still not done; I left myself with 1 (one) page to write b4 I went home last night. It is taking me forever to accomplish this. I finished my reading for my afternoon conference right before class. I still had twenty pages of reading for my English class to do when I went to conference, though I participated anyway (said something worthwhile, even).* I am not going to make it. Maybe I'm smart enough (though I doubt that, even), but I'm not efficient enough.
*And I didn't preface each comment in class with "Well, I feel...", "It struck me...", "For me...", "This touched me because..." Have confidence in your ideas, e'erybody! Don't sound so wishy-washy.
Sent texts; no reply; generally, the void
In other news, spring break trip to Palm Desert cancelled.
So that was one of the reasons to finish my paper by tomorrow, as opposed to Saturday or Sunday, the actual due date. That, and never having to write the word "pathology" again. Oh, glum. Today was the first day this semester where I really honestly thought I might not be able to make it at this school. I've been in the library working on this paper for three hours and I'm still not done; I left myself with 1 (one) page to write b4 I went home last night. It is taking me forever to accomplish this. I finished my reading for my afternoon conference right before class. I still had twenty pages of reading for my English class to do when I went to conference, though I participated anyway (said something worthwhile, even).* I am not going to make it. Maybe I'm smart enough (though I doubt that, even), but I'm not efficient enough.
*And I didn't preface each comment in class with "Well, I feel...", "It struck me...", "For me...", "This touched me because..." Have confidence in your ideas, e'erybody! Don't sound so wishy-washy.
Sent texts; no reply; generally, the void
03 March 2010
le mot juste
Did you know: the opposite of "consensus" is "dissensus."
The right word is something I have been thinking about a lot while writing this paper on Freud, and I think I have reached a point in my argument (on page eight of nine) wherein I need to begin using the word "symbolic" in an entirely different sense than that in which I have been for the previous seven pages. That is to say, I first adopted "symbolic" when quoting Freud's "symbolic geography of sex" (eloquent), but for the purposes of my argument actually going somewhere and being something I need it in the Lacanian sense. Which I guess is kind of related.
Ok this is boring.
From Steven Marcus' essay “Freud and Dora: Story, History, Case History.”
Also, Bouguereau made another appearance in lecture today (this time as related to cubism):
For some reason Bouguereau always seems to be put up as an exemplar of bad art, but I like Bouguereau. I mean, look at this picture, really look at it. There's a porpoise! Weird cherub angels descending from (ascending?) heaven! Weird centaurs in the ocean with conch shells. Awkwardly held hands. Additional porpoises. It's totally great, don't try to tell me it's not.
The right word is something I have been thinking about a lot while writing this paper on Freud, and I think I have reached a point in my argument (on page eight of nine) wherein I need to begin using the word "symbolic" in an entirely different sense than that in which I have been for the previous seven pages. That is to say, I first adopted "symbolic" when quoting Freud's "symbolic geography of sex" (eloquent), but for the purposes of my argument actually going somewhere and being something I need it in the Lacanian sense. Which I guess is kind of related.
Ok this is boring.
From Steven Marcus' essay “Freud and Dora: Story, History, Case History.”
Also, Bouguereau made another appearance in lecture today (this time as related to cubism):
For some reason Bouguereau always seems to be put up as an exemplar of bad art, but I like Bouguereau. I mean, look at this picture, really look at it. There's a porpoise! Weird cherub angels descending from (ascending?) heaven! Weird centaurs in the ocean with conch shells. Awkwardly held hands. Additional porpoises. It's totally great, don't try to tell me it's not.
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