Posted on 03/02/2006 4:44:15 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".
scion \SY-uhn\, noun
1. A detached shoot or twig of a plant used for grafting.
2. Hence, a descendant; an heir.
Example sentence:
Convinced he was the scion of Louis Alexandre Lebris de Kerouac, a noble Breton, he was off to do genealogical research in the Paris libraries and then to locate his ancestor's hometown in Brittany.
-- Ellis Amburn, Subterranean Kerouac
Etymology: Scion derives from Old French cion, of Germanic origin.
Rules: Everyone must leave a post using the Word for the Day in a sentence.
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 (Be SURE to check out posts #92 and #111 on this thread!)
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!
Here is my example with WFTD.
We are still searching for the scions of Edward R. Murrow in today's media. Is Brit Hume the only one we can trust?
Good Morning!
Who else but Fat Teddy, morphing from national scion to monumental scorn?
It's Thursday, March 2nd, with 18 days until Spring!!!
Top 5? Good Morning
Today's scions would be George Will and Britt Hume. (IMO)
Morning!
There go the whining 'rats again
Saying we must be kept from harm-
But they want to protect terrorists
So it sounds like a false alarm
But that's the shrill annoying din
A moonbat makes when it barks-
And their more conservative members
Are the scions of Lenin and Marx
I wish they'd all just shut up
From queen Hillary to fat Ted-
Leave the safety issues to the growups
And drink some more koolaid instead
I'm off to work-back later...
I saw one of those in the parking lot of the grocery store a couple of days ago-I think it looks like the box an Isuzu MPV came in...
Hillary Clinton, a chromosomally challenged scion of the Clinton Occupation, is seeking to rule in 2008..
As per xsmommy's request, here are three generations, to be known as
TheTruth, TheWholeTruth, and NothingButTheTruth, in no particular order.
I can squeeze in the Word For The Day, noting my scion and my scion's scion in the above picture.
Congrats, grandpa!
Aren't they just the fugliest vehicles on the road?
Thanks much.
Love the picture, love the caption!
From Othello
IOGO:...If the balance of our lives had not one
scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the
blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us
to most preposterous conclusions: but we have
reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal
stings, our unbitted lusts, whereof I take this that
you call love to be a sect or scion.
RODERIGO: It cannot be.
IAGO: It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of
the will. Come, be a man. Drown thyself! drown
cats and blind puppies. I have professed me thy
friend and I confess me knit to thy deserving with
cables of perdurable toughness; I could never
better stead thee than now. Put money in thy
purse; follow thou the wars; defeat thy favour with
an usurped beard; I say, put money in thy purse. It
cannot be that Desdemona should long continue her
love to the Moor,-- put money in thy purse,--nor he
his to her: it was a violent commencement, and thou
shalt see an answerable sequestration:--put but
money in thy purse. These Moors are changeable in
their wills: fill thy purse with money:--the food
that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be
to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. She must
change for youth: when she is sated with his body,
she will find the error of her choice: she must
have change, she must: therefore put money in thy
purse. If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do it a
more delicate way than drowning. Make all the money
thou canst: if sanctimony and a frail vow betwixt
an erring barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian not
too hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell, thou
shalt enjoy her; therefore make money. A pox of
drowning thyself! it is clean out of the way: seek
thou rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy than
to be drowned and go without her.
I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that is perfect!
i hate those boxy little cars!
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