;Posted on 12/10/2014 5:55:49 AM PST by TruthShallSetYouFree
Word For The Day, Wednesday, December 10, 2014-- vexillology
;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".
vexillology [vek-suh-lol-uh-jee]
noun 1. the study and collection of information about flags
Origin: 1959, from Latin vexillum "flag" + -ology.
-ology: word-forming element indicating "branch of knowledge, science," now the usual form of -logy. Originally used c.1800 in nonce formations (commonsensology, etc.), it gained legitimacy by influence of the proper formation in geology, mythology, etc., where the -o- is a stem vowel in the previous element.
Related forms
vexillogic [vek-sil-uh-loj-ik], vexillological, adjective
vexillologist, noun
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.
We could play “flag or not a flag?”
Exactly. She should share the warmth, or go without in solidarity! ;-)
Absolutely meant to reply to the teacher of the day. TY
Also, saw on tv yesterday: A construction company has 100 employees and pays a fair wage but offers an incredible insurance package to employees. That benefit is determined to be a Cadillac plan so the employer is charged a fine. He either has to drop that insurance or include that fine in his bids for future work, which would have him bidding against companies that DON'T pay as well or offer good insurance.
How did our brilliant SC not realize this would devolve into everyone having socialized medicine at some point? The architects of this monstroscity don't want it to work - they want to cause everyone to drop private insurance
Even the people getting it subsidised still have deductibles they have to pay.
If they are truly getting it for free, then it’s Medicaid. Which is awful.
Bingo. That is the end state, and it has NOTHING to do with health care. It has EVERYTHING to do with CONTROL.
And, if you go on Medicaid and have an assets (or come into any) the gov’t will come for its reimbursement.
They will wait till after you die to take your house.
No free lunch unless you truly have nothing.
What an interesting word! I haave no idea how to relate it to the news of the day. I’m deep into watching the Benghazi hearings on CSpan 3.
Astute observation. Today’s hearing is yawn inspiring compared to yesterday’s grilling. I’ve decided that Gowdy is better on a panel rather than leading the panel. He doesn’t get to say much when leader.
http://www.reuters.com/article/2014/12/10/venezuela-chavistas-idUSL2N0T22B620141210
“It’s one thing to love the revolution, but we have to eat,”
“messianic” Chavez. RME.
George Will writes a good column here. Quotes Bloomberg:
“If we can find a bunch of billionaires around the world to move here, that would be a godsend, because that’s where the revenue comes to take care of everybody else.”
Yes exactly - no way someone who actually qualifies for it for free can afford the deductible.....at least they won’t face fines
And few people actually know that - I was telling my mother and she didn’t realize that either
A man named Bob May, depressed and brokenhearted, stared out his drafty apartment window into the chilling December night. His 4-year-old daughter Barbara sat on his lap quietly sobbing. Bob's wife, Evelyn, was dying of cancer.
Little Barbara couldn't understand why her mommy could never come home. Barbara looked up into her dad's eyes and asked, "Why isn't Mommy just like everybody else's Mommy?"
Bob's jaw tightened and his eyes welled with tears. Her question brought waves of grief, but also of anger. It had been the story of Bob's life. Life always had to be different for Bob. Small when he was a kid, Bob was often bullied by other boys. He was too little at the time to compete in sports. He was often called names he'd rather not remember.
From childhood, Bob was different and never seemed to fit in. Bob did complete college, married his loving wife and was grateful to get his job as a copywriter at Montgomery Ward during the Great Depression.
Then he was blessed with his little girl. But it was all short-lived. Evelyn's bout with cancer stripped them of all their savings and now Bob and his daughter were forced to live in a two-room apartment in the Chicago slums.
Evelyn died just days before Christmas in 1938. Bob struggled to give hope to his child, for whom he couldn't even afford to buy a Christmas gift. But if he couldn't buy a gift, he was determined to make one - a storybook!
Bob had created an animal character in his own mind and told the animal's story to little Barbara to give her comfort and hope. Again and again Bob told the story, embellishing it more with each telling.
Who was the character? What was the story all about? The story Bob May created was his own autobiography in fable form.
The character he created was a misfit outcast like he was. The name of the character? A little reindeer named Rudolph, with a big shiny nose.
Bob finished the book just in time to give it to his little girl on Christmas Day.
But the story doesn't end there.
The general manager of Montgomery Ward caught wind of the little storybook and offered Bob May a nominal fee to purchase the rights to print the book.
Wards went on to print, “Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer”and distribute it to children visiting Santa Claus in their stores. By 1946 Wards had printed and distributed more than six million copies of Rudolph.
That same year, a major publisher wanted to purchase the rights from Wards to print an updated version of the book. In an unprecedented gesture of kindness, the CEO of Wards returned all rights back to Bob May.
The book became a best seller. Many toy and marketing deals followed and Bob May, now remarried with a growing family, became wealthy from the story he created to comfort his grieving daughter. But the story doesn't end there either.
Bob's brother-in-law, Johnny Marks, made a song adaptation to Rudolph. Though the song was turned down by such popular vocalists as Bing Crosby and Dinah Shore, it was recorded by the singing cowboy, Gene Autry.
"Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer" was released in 1949 and became a phenomenal success, selling more records than any other Christmas song, with the exception of "White Christmas."
The gift of love that Bob May created for his daughter so long ago kept on returning back to bless him again and again. And Bob May learned the lesson, just like his dear friend Rudolph, that being different isn't so bad. In fact, being different can be a blessing.
MERRY CHRISTMAS
Great story.
Pfft. Narrative journalism.
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