I invented this malapropism!
Thanks to all who chimed in during my malapropism series. What better way to pass the time than appreciating our language in all its depth, eloquence and quirks?
I’m taking a few weeks ‘off the blogging beat and path’ to ratchet up bike miles, ogle some aspens, sneak in a couple rounds of golf with Dad, and celebrate a bunch of family birthdays.
I will be reading your posts occasionally, and will return here in October. Stay healthy, safe and keep writing!
This post is Day Five of the 5 Day 5 Photo Challenge in which I feature malapropisms.
Language has historically been a written and audio tool to distinguish social classes. Authors and playwrights – think Dickens, Shakespeare and Moliere – used malapropisms in dialogue when those from a lower class wished to appear educated while speaking to a higher-up. Their attempts to use proper words and grammar often resulted in a mangled phrase or two. (more…)
This post is Day Four of the 5 Day 5 Photo Challenge in which I feature malapropisms.
It was 2am one wintry February night and I was playing with a photo app. Little did I know when I stuffed my ‘fun house-ish’ doors in my virtual photo folder, they’d come in handy for Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors.
Thumbing through Robert Alden Rubin’s going to hell in a hen basket malapropism dictionary for an appropriate D phrase, I came upon ‘doggy-dog’. (more…)
This post is Day Three of the 5 Day 5 Photo Challenge in which I feature malapropisms.
This massive, expanding thunderhead is representative of what passed overhead throughout the months of May, June and July when daily afternoon rains kept our foothills green far longer than normal. (more…)
This post is Day Two of the 5 Day 5 Photo Challenge in which I feature malapropisms.
Raqi and her buddy are at Spark’s football game. Because they are obviously ignoring the action, I looked for a malapropism having to do with ‘hiding.’ (more…)
Heh, you couldn’t resist that title, could you?
That’s ok. I couldn’t resist this little gem of a book:
Malapropism: a word or phrase that has been mistaken for another, usually because of its sound rather than its meaning.
August has come and gone, and Labor Day is upon us. While twilight eves of summer give way to autumn’s cooler dawn, I offer another example of doors in Colorado’s foothills – this time featuring gateways.
This particular gate awaits me at an intersection of paths where this dirt trail lopes south and my paved bike path curves northward to eventually circle Arvada Reservoir. This gate is my stopping point to catch my breath, sip my water and examine the plants.
Open gate; is the trail open?
Although I enjoy riding the dirt trail parallel to a dry ditch, the path is sometimes closed two miles south. The following sign is permanent, but the gate might be open as shown above or closed and locked, as it appears below. I haven’t figured out the logic between open and closed gate, nor does the sign give an accurate status for the trail which has, in fact, been open to ride much further than two miles despite this permanent sign!