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: masks.
Our worthy word:
those who dwell directly opposite to each other on the globe, so that the soles of their feet are as it were planted against each other; esp. those who occupy this position in regard to us
And our sentences:
Half a world away. She thought about him, miles and miles and miles upon miles below the little stone walk she stood on. She twirled, looking down at her yellow shoes, and got dizzy thinking about their footsteps mirroring each other, antipodes in a world where the mystery of who might be on the other side had long been dissolved.
But it was still a mystery to her. She wondered if he ever wore his smile as a mask, or if that was only the way of things on her side of the world.
And, to lighten things up a bit, next week's them is . . . bacon.