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The Might of Old English

The Yousuf Karsh photograph of Winston Churchill, taken in December 1941.

Yesterday’s post featured a mighty word with Old English roots. Old English is a mighty language. One person to use it to its fullest was Winston Churchill.

One of Churchill’s most famous speeches ended with a string of phrases comprised almost entirely from words with Old English roots.

We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.

The only word in this powerful paragraph that isn’t Old English is the last word, “surrender,” which is of French origin.

I’ve heard arguments that the use of Old English wasn’t all that important to Churchill, as demonstrated by his use of non-Old-English words in the rest of his speeches, but I think that there is a certain might in Old English (and I’m not alone in this view). Look at the speech again. The words are mostly short and don’t leave room for misinterpretation.

Given that Old English is closely related to many of the languages that Churchill wanted to address, it made sense that he would use words that would be understandable across country borders.

Another of Churchill’s famous speeches? Blood, Toil, Tears, and Sweat. All Old English Words.

Also, mighty is Old English too.

On the Origin of Fart

Whence came that foul stench?

Just kidding, that isn’t the type of origin we’re going to sniff out today. Let’s take a look at where the word “fart” came from.

Jot 6 is September 12th

Mark your calendars and RSVP because space is going to be limited!

I am ashamed of a stuffed basset hound toy.

When I was about seven or eight years old, my family went around town to see what the garage sale scene was like. At the time, I was enamored with stuffed animals (so much so that I, rather pathetically, referred to them as “friends”) and I was on the lookout for the next addition to my plush pile of pals.

At one of the sales, I was sure that I had found it–a basset hound toy that was adorably sad-looking. I forget what the asking price was, but I was sure that they were asking too little for this marvelous specimen. So I took the toy to my mom and asked her for some money.

“Are you sure that you want that?” she asked with eyebrow raised. “You already have a bunch of stuffed dogs and this one isn’t all that special. I think it came free with someone’s purchase of Hush Puppies shoes. No, I don’t think you should spend your money on that.”

I was crushed. It didn’t matter to me where it came from, and the fact that my mom was judging its origin and worthiness of a place in my plush kingdom made it all the more desirable.

“Okay,” I said, turning around. But things weren’t okay. How could they be? And so I began to scheme.

I know, I thought. I’ll just ask my dad for the money. No problem.

So I did.

“What did your mom say?” he asked me.

“She said it was fine with her, but that I should ask you,” I lied.

“Okay,” he said, handing me some cash.

On the way back to the car, my mom noticing the stuffed dog and asked me why I hadn’t put it back on the table yet.

“I bought it,” I said. “Dad said I could.”

“He said that you were okay with it,” said my dad to my mom.

“Well,” she responded, “he has it now, and I’m not to going go asking for his money back.”

I had done it! I had won! The basset hound was mine, all mine!

But as we drove to the next garage sale, I looked my devious acquisition over. It really did look kind of cheap. And I did already have a few stuffed dogs at home. I probably didn’t NEED it like I thought I did at the time. But those things were nothing compared to the feeling of disgust that washed over me as I regarded the basset hound in earnest. I had lied to get this toy.

I don’t think I ever played with it. In fact, I remember hiding it toward the bottom of the stuffed animal pile in my room because I didn’t want to see the reminder of how I acted to get that toy. I hated that toy, but more-so I hated my actions and the selfishness that spurred them.

Saturday Photo Prompt | Ghoulish Treasure

Look at the picture below and write a 100 word story. It really is that simple.

If you care to share, either post a link to your story in the comments, or post the whole story.

I can’t wait to see what you write!

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Friday 5 | Click-worthy Links

Here are 5 more places online worth checking out:

1. Deep Dark Fears meets Delightful Illustrations
2. Dr. Seuss has a new book coming out. “But isn’t he dead?” you ask. Death doesn’t stop great writers.
3. I don’t often talk about kitchen gadget reviews, but this is the funniest review of a kitchen gadget that I have ever read.
4. It is a well-known fact that Victorian age people did not know how to have fun or smile, but maybe the fact is wrong.
5. As my wife and I work on our house, I dream of doing something like this in the future. The secret door bookcase!

Enjoy!

A Celebration of the Surreal

In college, I found the next best thing to my soulmate.* I found my roommate, Adam.

Adam and I appreciate strange things. They inspire my creative side. They stretch me in new and unexpected ways. They are just plain fun.

Here are 10 videos that may inspire you (or frighten you (or both)).

The Garden Ape

Irish Eyes

Chocolate Bunny

Samsara

Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared 4

Phantom Limb

Tainted Goods

Mary Poppins Death Metal

Totinos Boy

The Tale of the Crack Fox

*My wife is totally my soulmate, which is a term of which I’m not fond, but she’s my favorite person ever. Also, she is prettier than Adam. Sorry  that you had to find out like this, Adam.

300 Word Story | A Taste of Summer

“Hey Don, where are the chocolate sprinkles?” asked Jenny. Two bowls of vanilla ice cream sat on the counter beside a freshly microwaved jar of hot fudge. Jenny looked around and noticed a cupboard labeled “TOPPINGS.”

“Nevermind,” she said, opening the cupboard door. “I see them. But they spilled all over the place.”

On Book Giveaway Contests

The following is excerpted from a piece that I wrote for my job called “I’m Published! Now What?” It’s meant for those first-time published authors to do a bit of self-promotion for their new book, but the same rules could be applied to other things that need promoting (like a blog).

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Book giveaway contests are fun opportunities to reward the people who already follow you and get your writing into the hands of those who may not. Here are a few simple strategies for social media book giveaway contests.

You can:

1. Invite people to like the post in which you announce the giveaway contest. Be sure to include an image of the book that you are giving away. Choose at random the winner from among the people who “liked” the post. Contact them via private message and announce in the comments when the contest is over.
2. Have people leave a comment on your post and choose the winner from among the commenters. This encourages engagement with you and is more of an investment on their part.
3. Invite people to post a video to your page. You choose what the video should be. Is it a testimonial about you or your writing? Is it a homemade commercial for your book? You decide. The advantage here is that when people create something, their own social circles are more likely to watch it, thus expanding your reach into their personal circles.
4. Invite some feedback by having people comment between two different options. If you are writing a new book, invite people to give feedback on chapter titles or specific phrases. When people have input into your writing, they feel more connected to your final product.