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Welcome to Save-a-Word Saturday!
Join us as we spread our love of old and unusual words by sharing them with other bloggers and thereby saving them from the oldest, least-visited vaults of the Word Bank.
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The rules run thusly:
1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to this one. The easiest way to do that would be to grab the code under our pretty Save-a-Word Saturday button. Just copy and paste it into the HTML part of your blog.
2. Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. It really must be an old word, not just a big one. We are trying to save lovely archaisms, not ugly giants (for example, "Dihydrogen Monoxide" is not an acceptable choice). Luciferous Logolepsy is a great database of lovely words if you're having trouble coming up with something on your own.
3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme we have chosen this week. You may also add visual or musical interpretations of your word or your sentence. In fact, add anything that moves your creative spirit.
4. Add your post to the linky list below (it's down there somewhere). Then hop to as many other blogs as you can in search of as many wonderful words as possible!
5. Be a hero by using the words in your everyday life--that is how they will really be saved! Do leave us a note or add something to your own post to let us all know what wonderful old word you whipped out to befuddle your friends and relations.
This week's theme is:
Our word (which sounds nothing like what it means) is:
ingeniously contrived or intricate; skillfully and artistically crafted
And our brilliant sentences are:
Andre leaned over the brilliantly colored map, and peered at the daedal borders that wound and curled around the edge in complex knots. It looked more like something meant to hang on the wall of a fat viscount who never left his study than a tool to guide a shipful of men safely to the end of the world.
"And you say it's accurate?" Andre asked, looking up at the spotty shopkeeper who, Andre thought, looked about twelve though he was desperately trying to appear older.
The young man smiled. "The mapmaker uses more than ink and vellum when he makes these maps, Captain."
"How do you mean?"
"Just that his maps have never led a man astray. I warrant you would not find more accurate were you to search the world for a hundred years."
Andre stood up and dropped the map back to the counter top. "I think I'd like to meet this mapmaker," he said.
The boy smiled. "You have."
Next week's theme is: buttered toast.