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The Other Lori

Did you know that in the early 1960s, more than 20,000 Americans a year named their baby girl Lori? The name had a second wind in the early 1970s, a resurgence in which 13,000 more Loris came into existence for each of two consecutive years. I need to ask my Canadian contemporary Loribeth if the trend was true in her country, as well.

the name loriData and image via Randy Olsen presenting his data here.

(As a side note, apparently, Loris tend to be hairdressers and Democrats. Click here for a fascinating video of the evolution of girls’ names.)

Anyway! Through #MicroblogMondays, I met another of the laurel-crowned. Lori Shandle-Fox is a card-carrying, comedienne, blogger, essayist, and author, AND she spells her name the right way. Continue reading The Other Lori

I Do Not Think That Word Means What You Think It Means

Four Words for Inigo Montoya

My husband and I enjoy watching the Sunday news shows together.  We’ve been doing this since early in our marriage when we lived overseas and Meet the Press was one of the few American shows we could get.

Yesterday morning we watched as NJ Governor Chris Christie spoke with George Stephanopolous about issues including the military, social security, law enforcement, immigration, and national security policy: “I’ll continue to have conversations with [Trump] to be able to make all of these things more fulsome.”

Roger wondered if fulsome was the word what he meant to use. We looked it up (yes, we’re those people).

  • What Governor Christie might think it means: wholesome.
  • What says it means*: offensive, disgusting, excessively lavish. Probably associated with foul.

We came up with three other words that are often misused. Continue reading I Do Not Think That Word Means What You Think It Means

Insignificantly Significant

I’ve always loved going to the planetarium and exploring the galaxy, the universe. I live in a place with light pollution, but it wasn’t always this way. When I was a kid, one of my favorite things to do was to gaze into the vastness of the night sky. I’d feel so small — infinitesimal — and yet so big and important at the same time.

am i significant

Scientists tell us there are billions and billions of stars and planets that go out unimaginably far. I look up and I feel my absolute insignificance. I am but a speck of a speck of a speck of a speck. Continue reading Insignificantly Significant