Take Five Friday: Favorite Words

Some of my favorite words.

“Force Majeure”- in French “superior force,” used in mostly in contracts to free both parties of liabilities because of an extraordinary event or circumstance beyond control of the parties, an “act of God.” What a magical phrase, huh? I love hearing about what crazy circumstances are the rationalization behind this phrase. Best example ever? Wizard of Oz. When everything is settled, Auntie Em is going to flip her lid when the insurance won’t cover the house being picked up in a tornado!

Quixotic -foolishly impractical especially in the pursuit of ideals ; especially : marked by rash lofty romantic ideas or extravagantly chivalrous action. This is the most romantic word ever. Someone who runs after something, no matter how useless, insane or utterly hopeless it seems, still they run. That is a perfect example of life sometimes: grasping at the ungraspable. But working for it, nonetheless.

Palimpsest – A manuscript, typically of papyrus or parchment, that has been written on more than once, with the earlier writing incompletely erased and often legible. This is something totally secretive, which is why I love it! I love old secrets like this. The example picture I found was of an old prayer book that actually underneath was an excerpt of writings from ARISTOTLE! It blows my mind they would deem his work not fit, and just write over it like it was nothing. Better than burning it though, right? we still have it. aristotle-palimpsestphoto credit

Fastidious – showing or demanding excessive delicacy or care 2: reflecting a meticulous, sensitive, or demanding attitude. This word always reminds me of the song “Killer Queen.” And how incredibly wonderful Freddie Mercury says “fastidious.” That is the plain and simple reason I love this word so much.

Diaphanous – characterized by such fineness of texture as to permit seeing through. ex. fabrics or 2 : characterized by extreme delicacy of form : ethereal.  Such a magical word; conjures up dreams of flowy, filmy curtains, blowing into a garden covered with early morning mist. A woman in a gauzy, billowing gown, almost transparent -both the woman and the dress- pads through the garden and looks back at you and cries out, ” I’m in the garden.” You know, something as equally ethereal as that.

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What are your favorite words?

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