A few days back, I ran a post with the title, Slippage. As it turns out, this word does not mean what one would automatically assume it means (that is, if one does not number in the 4% of the population actually familiar with this word). Apparently, slippage is the difference between the estimated broker fee and the actual charge the broker hits you with. In fact, many of your favorite words are probably the direct result of a writer somewhere being too lazy or stoned to get out of the chair and fetch the thesaurus. The problem, of course, with making up your own words--especially if you are like me and have a hard time keeping the words you really do know corralled in your head--is that you are as likely as not to forget its made-up meaning the moment you hit the return key.
But when my self-imposed deadline looms large, Material World Girl hasn't posted anything from which I can steal, and my friend Tawana is phoning first thing in the am to say, "New post, please," I find myself wondering if I will again be able to come up with two good words (real or imagined) to string together. Those are the days when I'm waiting--along with everyone else--to see what words I'm going to say today.
And hope that today isn't one of those days when only a certain word will do.
photo, David Kirby






1 comment:
thank goodness slippage meant that! All I could come up with was some gross CSI technical definition of when the skin sloughs off.
Sarah
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