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Saturday, January 2, 2010

win·some

Pronunciation: \ˈwin(t)-səm\
Function: adjective
Etymology: Middle English winsum, from Old English wynsum, from wynn joy; akin to Old High German wunna joy, Latin venus desire — more at win
Date: before 12th century

1 : generally pleasing and engaging often because of a childlike charm and innocence
2 : cheerful, lighthearted

win·some·ly adverb

win·some·ness noun

win·some (wnsm)

adj.
Charming, often in a childlike or naive way.


Word History: Winsome people easily win friends, so it is not surprising that winsome and win have a common root. Their shared element win- comes from the Indo-European root *wen-, meaning "to desire, strive for," and has a number of descendants in the Germanic languages. One was the prehistoric Germanic noun *wini- meaning "friend" (literally, "one who desires or loves" someone else), which became wine in Old English and is preserved in such names as Winfred, "friend of peace," and Edwin, "friend of (family) possessions." A different form of the root with a different suffix became Old English wynn, "pleasure, joy," preserved in winsome. Finally, the verb win itself is from this root; its meaning is an extension of the sense "to strive for," namely, "to strive for with success, be victorious." Outside of the Germanic branch of Indo-European, we see the root, for example, in Latin venus or Venus "love, the goddess of love," and the verb venerre, "to worship," the source of English venerate.

Friday, November 27, 2009

thanksgiving muses.










(p.s. he can't even really talk yet but he knows where to hold the fone+babbles away...i dieee.)

Sunday, July 20, 2008

*we thank our lucky stars*






tuesday night, while on the phone with suzeQ, i got a terrifying phone call that xabi had gotten hit by a car, wile riding my bike on driggs and metropolitan.
i met the ambulance and my blood soaked friend at woodhull hospital (which i hugely recommend never going to). he was brought into the trauma unit on a gurney, i filled out all the necessary paperwork, trying my best not to freak the fuck out.
all of the sudden, while looking at my loves broken self, i started feeling really woozy. i walked to the other end of the gurney to go sit down. next thing i know, i wake up under the bed. i have fainted from stress.
all in all, he got stitches over his eye, staples on the back of the head, and sustained a grade 3 concussion. i was admitted into the trauma unit an hour and a half later with a grade 1 concussion and a much more mild but still bloody dome.
it's been quite a hellride but mi senor is quite the trooper, and mostly this was a true life lesson in not taking anyone or anything for granted.
bless to all my loves and please ride and drive safely.
also if anyone knows who participated in this hit + run, let me know..once i stop being dizzy, i'd like to give them a piece of my mind!
xL

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

next levelsville: RAUSCHENBERG





Robert Rauschenberg's combines are not, to use Marcel Duchamp's term, retinal. The eye isn't seduced by them, the way it is by, say Monet. They require a little bit of work. You must invest time into looking at them and then hope for a reward. "His esthetic garrulousness often turns his work into a department store: something scanned, not studied," wrote Jerry Saltz. The combines are modern art at its messiest, its most challenging, its most rewarding -- and its most human.
The combines are where Rauschenberg chewed up the first 60 years of modern art and spit out something completely new. They extend the third dimension that collage brought to cubism, channel the theatrical chaos of dada into objects, wring the subconscious, psychosexual gestures out of surrealism (those squeezed tubes everywhere, the white phallus penetrating the Twombly-esque squiggles on Rebus), explode the concerted, conceited messiness of ab-ex and come out the other side with assemblages that spawned two or three generations of descendants. (Have you seen this year's Whitney Biennial?!?)
[taken from artsjournal.com]

Sunday, February 24, 2008

gifts


i went to two birthday party and came away with my own gifts.
thank you james for my all the way from africa accessories and beaded doily.
and merci beaucoup for my tied up heart from andrew.