Grief Bacon: Words we don’t have in English, but should!

Sometimes you are looking for that word and you just cannot find it in English,
perhaps another language can help:

  1. Kummerspeck: literally means “grief bacon,” but actually means gaining weight from eating your feelings (German)
  2. Abbiocco: a feeling of drowsiness after stuffing yourself full of food (Italian)
  3. Forelsket: It is not love. It is not passion or lust or infatuation. It is a kind of bliss. A kind of effervescent joy. The unbearable lightness of being that accompanies falling in love.
  4. Schemomedjamo: to eat past the point of being full because the food is that good (Georgian)
  5. L’appel du vide: a feeling familiar to anyone who has climbed to the top of a mountain, looked over a bridge or stood on the edge of a balcony. It translates to “the call of the void.” It is the siren song that faintly compels you to jump. (French)
  6. Tartle: The nearly onomatopoeic word for that panicky hesitation just before you have to introduce someone whose name you can’t remember. (Scottish)
  7. Gigil: The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is irresistibly cute. (Filipino)
  8. Bakku-shan: Describes the experience of seeing a woman who appears pretty from behind but not from the front. (Japanese)
  9. L’esprit de l’escalier: Literally, “stairwell wit” — a too-late retort thought of only after departure. (French)
  10. Bilita Mpash: An amazing dream. Not just a “good” dream; the opposite of a nightmare. (Bantu)

And sometimes there are no just no words:

 

 

 


Lust for Life: Iggy Pop at the Brooklyn Museum

Master has a favorite Iggy Pop song, it’s:

In college, dievca was interested in:

The version dievca is interested in right now is:

Due to her Life and issues, plus this offering from the Brooklyn Museum:

It appears that Lana del Rey has a Lust for Life, too:


Diving into Summer


Diving deep for release
Cares and worries sluicing off my back
Floating mindlessly
Finding peace in honesty
Joy in the ability to be

(a quick trip to the West Coast – necessary mental health time)


Monday Morning Musings (and questions)

Hello,
Good Morning! How are you?
I survived the weekend intact, did you? I am back at work bright and early this morning, too. It’s just that time of the year~

My blog is running out of media memory — has anyone else run into that issue? I have  some time before it goes, but the countdown has started — “what to do, what to do”.

At the same time this is occurring, I am starting to focus on setting up a third (count ’em) graduate degree program.  I came into a small amount of money and am looking at a scholarship.  We will see what happens.

Add that Master is having some heath issues — nothing serious, but enough to be a headache. I cannot help, so I keep an eye open and wait.

Overall, I am focused on certain pieces of Life and distracted by others.

I guess what I am asking in this post is —what do you think about blogging?
Is it a dying skill with Instagram all over?
Is it too hard to take time to read when you are bombarded by quick hits like Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook, etc.?

What do you want to do with your time?
What do I want to do with my time?
Who should we spend it with?

Thank you for spending time with me. XO


Staycation

stay·ca·tion

ˌstāˈkāSHn/
noun informal
a vacation spent in one’s home country and not abroad, or one spent at home and involving day trips to local attractions.

Four days off – count ’em.
Four days!

I should go to my Mom and Dad,
and I’m not.
I will not let Catholic guilt creep in.

I love the City during Memorial Day – everyone leaves!

As I sit here, wiggling my toes – eating Cheerios. I am….happy.

Today, I’ll head to the gym and then up to Master’s for lunch, I have a cousin coming from the Midwest for the weekend – but they have a packed schedule.

Singing “Yippieee!” as I sip my coffee.

I hope you are looking forward to Memorial Day Weekend or your Bank Holiday Weekend.
XO
sharing her delight dievca

PS. Here’s a couple of photos from the Boat Ride.


A very good day. A Lovely Day.

My Dad made it home.  So what if he has to be a “tubie”, he’s walking better, cognitive skills are excellent, can do everything that is important – heck, we can’t ask for anything more.  Dad went into the hospital on his Birthday and he made it home for his Anniversary. 62 years – May Day! Mom’s skinny as a toothpick, but she is holding up, too.

Me? I’m pooped (tired). It was a long day of squeezing in work, NYC traffic, flight, rental car, drive, learning the tube feeding process and fighting with the pharmacy. Add Dad getting on me that it’s garbage day tomorrow — yeah, that brain is doing just fine~

But the Sunset after a lovely 71 F (22 C) day? Amazing!

That extra shine is the sun hitting the water of a lake.

All-in-all, a very good day.

Click photo to play Bill Wither’s Lovely Day.

Photo: dievca 04/2018

 


Home

What do you call “Home”?
Physical location? State of Mind?
Is it where you began?
Or is it whom you stand next to?

Growing up “Home” was defined by a 10 hour car trip to Family. Then it was who stood next to me. It became certain people, certain places and experiences. But as I travel back to my Parents, I realize I hold “Home” inside of me. I do not have to travel to find it and if I do travel, I will never lose it.

something beautiful connected to the photo above (click)