A transferred epithet is a literary device that sneaks a human adjective next to an inanimate noun, like a "sleepless night" that follows "greedy portions" at a "tense dinner". Or like "human adjective" and "inanimate noun".
Us epithet transferrers, our happy days run different.
We silence the startled alarm clock. We squeeze sleepy toothpaste. But sipping a shot of coffee, even an indifferent one, gets us jumping on an optimistic treadmill. Then again at the other end, right before we turn off the jaded lights and hit a yawning pillow, we do the nostalgic dishes staring out the window, and curl up with a pleased P. G. Wodehouse. In between, the tugs are many: reluctant meetings, inattentive television, and the guilt of unread browser tabs. Our pens may lack imagination and our chairs may be restless, but these are amid walls youthful under a roof united.
Sure, impatient leftovers are reheated, forgetful appointments not booked, and outright drunken noodles sometimes spilt on some clumsy article of clothing. But there's always the post-nap afternoon, that time when we feel up to making the transfer both ways. In particular, there's the moment in which we aromatically stir our smiling teacup and suck viscously the absent-minded spoon of honey.
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See also:
The Transferred Epithet in P. G. Wodehouse
https://www.jstor.org/stable/4177754
2022/08/14
If needed, whitely add a complacent drop of milk
2022/05/12
May the 4th
To be sung to tune of The Imperial March.
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Make way for Lord of Men, Darth Vader.
Darth Vader -- here he comes, make a bow.
He has scarcely a lower jaw,
But once froze his son-in-law --
You all rather be well-behaved.
Unless you are a mannequin,
You don't call him Anakin,
And then your windpipe may be saved.
Parse under the yoke
Walruses that foxes tease taunt ostriches in their turn.
Walruses foxes tease taunt ostriches.
Fish that deer tease taunt sheep in their turn.
Fish deer tease taunt sheep.
Berlin fish Tokyo deer tease taunt Cairo sheep.
Berlin fish Tokyo deer tease tease Cairo sheep.
Berlin fish Tokyo deer buffalo buffalo Cairo sheep.
Berlin buffalo Tokyo buffalo buffalo buffalo Cairo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
You're welcome.
Missive to Morpheus
As written a few years back.
(a) Yes, I spent 14 years at SBOA. But it's been 14 years since. I no longer need to worry about preparing for XII Std board exams. Every stressful life situation is not some sequel to that dumb event.
(b) If I make a friend, don't dress them in blue uniform and put them in my class.
(c) The school never gets so much rain that the football field turns into a giant swimming pool. Be more realistic.
(d) Floating over the Sports Day parade was amazing! More of these!
(e) Perhaps not your department, but please tell whoever's responsible that when I reminisce about school they do not have to play morning assembly music in the background.
Yours sincerely,
Upstairs
Neeraj Chopra Cricket Facts
We all know that Usain Bolt was a cricketer first before his coach, noting his manic running on the field, suggested a change of career. Much less known is how Neeraj Chopra took a similar, er, trajectory. Here were the early signs for all to see.
+ As a bowler, he insisted on everyone calling him the "spearhead" of the attack. He was obsessed with hitting the 90 mark. He often fell down upon releasing the ball. Only once in his career did he bowl a no-ball, not because he overstepped, but because he delivered it from outside the 30-yard circle, violating fielding restrictions.
+ As a batsman, his stance was side-on, he often charged down the track, and just as often let the bat slip and fly over the bowler. Needless to say, he tried to hit every ball for a six. This usually resulted in him getting out first ball, but he liked to say that "if you're out there to make a duck, might as well make it golden."
+ Outside cricket, his favourite dressing-room activity was darts. Favourite video game, Angry Birds. Favourite song, Paper Planes. Favourite movies, American Sniper and Million Dollar Arm. He had a girlfriend, long-distance. He told his coach that his apartment was "literally a stone's throw" from where the coach lived; they lived two blocks apart.
+ His favourite cricketers were Javed Miandad and Chris Lynn.
+ Once he was made the stand-in captain. At the toss he misunderstood the term and flung the coin out of the stadium.
+ At the end of every match he used to take a stump as souvenir. Even when his team lost.
Symmatrix
Inspired by the classics
சி வா ஜி
வா யி லே
ஜி லே பி
and
க ர டி
ர யி ல்
டி ல் லி,
I added these to the Tamil wiktionary --
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Old out, new in.
ம ர பு
ர த் து
பு து மை
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Reaction on learning about the Hindustani raga "gara".
ஓ! க ரா
க ம க
ரா க மோ?
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Achoo!
தூ சு வே
சு த் த
வே த னை
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A political statement?
ம னி த
னி ல் லை
த லை வி
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Prescription to learn Tamil.
ப ழ கு
ழ க ர
கு ர லை
Forked Flicks
We noticed that movie titles in Tamil and English reflect each other. Often in a well-polished mirror --
Azhagi : Pretty Woman,
Mugamoodi : The Mask,
Aaranya Kaandam : Animal Kingdom (both out in 2010),
Minsaara Kanavu : Electric Dreams,
Arangetra Velai : Showtime,
but just as often in one slightly cracked --
Mudhalvan : First Man,
Alaipayudhe : Surf's Up,
Apoorva Raagangal : Looney Tunes,
Irandaam Ulagam : Another Earth,
Iruvar : Duel,
Gouravam : The Prestige,
Moodar Koodam : Idiocracy,
Naan Ee : A Bug's Life,
Vishwaroopam : Avatar,
Kaatru Veliyidai : Up in the Air.
And then in funhouse mirrors --
Thambikku Endha Ooru : O Brother, Where Art Thou?
Kizhakke Pogum Rayil : (Murder on) the Orient Express,
Papanasam : Sin City,
Naduvula Konjam Pakkattha Kaanom : The Notebook,
24 : 42 Up,
Vietnam Veedu : The Fight Club,
Kalyana Samayal Saadham : Eat Pray Love,
Kalki : Rocky,
Kaakaa Muttai : One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.
(a better pairing would've been Kuyil Muttai : One Flew Over the Crow's Nest).
We also note that Pesum Padam never talks whereas The Silent Movie has a single word of dialogue, and that while The Sixth Sense did precede Ezhaam Arivu, Catch Me If You Can must be a prequel to Unnaal Mudiyum Thambi. Vaayai Moodi Pesavum and Eyes Wide Shut must be a double feature. Kaadhalikka Neramillai and No Time to Die are unified by Bharathi's appeal: "Kaadhal poyin saadhal".
2022/05/09
Double Couple
[h/t to Sriram for the title.]
2013/12/05
Little Mortinsen
She behaved very odd
Pray, boy, and make no fuss,
Said the cephalopod
See the pistol in this tentacle?
You, young man, I've been sentacle
Mortinsen scowled, Mortinsen sighed
Mortinsen stood there glassy-eyed
His head was elsewhere, his eyes saw through she
He absently picked the gun and made some sushi
Mortinsen met a tramp whose vapours
With everyone disagreed
He walked about reading newspapers
They called him Encyclopede
Do you know about, Mortinsen, sneered he,
What are your thoughts on and heard of the?
Mortinsen stretched, Mortinsen bent
Mortinsen did not know where he went
He removed his earphones and asked for directions
And healed the poor tramp of his omniscience
Mortinsen encountered a pterodactyl
It alighted on his bed
Apparently, sir, I'm a fossil,
The angry reptile said
Every time I take a nap a few million years pass
This time I wake to find me displayed under glass
Mortinsen squinted, Mortinsen yawned
The pterodactyl Mortinsen gazed beyond
When at last he saw it he once or twice blinked,
Fed it some birdseed and made it extinked
Mortinsen dashed into a troika of dots
Their talk was elliptic
They had no more than two or three thoughts
All apocalyptic
The planet, they cried, is becoming ovoid,
It'll hatch one morning that none can avoid
Mortinsen grunted, Mortinsen scratched
The bombast of the dots he hadn't catched
He leaned forward, put his lips near 'em,
Whispered So? and disproved their theorem
Mortinsen came upon four little boys
They looked just as him
They had even his coiffure and voice
Three of them were dim
"Mortinsen, I your doppelgänger", "Mortinsen, you my clone",
"Our time machine works, Morty!", "Ich? Ein tzwin of your own"
Mortinsen mumbled, Mortinsen frowned
Mortinsen smiled and jot something downed
He pranced home with joy, his soul blithe as bubbles
And cut off his big toe to tell him from his doubles
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http://rhymebomb.blogspot.com/p/coup-doeil.html
2012/11/12
The G.P.S. that Misdirects
(Just some grammatically correct sentences.)
With Monty Pythonesque airspeed velocity, the unladen swallow shoots supplied by the knights.
The elf who sees the inconsolable snake shedding tears it.
In the garden of blooming buds and blood-red blossoms, the beautiful rose to go.
Catch the northbound train huskies.
At the china shop we saw the pretty Taiwanese mug and the shiny Japanese bowl to the same person.
Unlike the introverted kind, the outgoing type single-handedly.
Light years from now may bend round a star.
The weekly laundrymen sit and read is published Mondays.
As the cyclone approaches, the powerful wind a watch.
The fat but well-dressed Nepali digests plant a flag in the bookshelf after coming to life.
In autumn and winter spring summer birds to Vladivostok.
I spoke in Swahili and the Canadian spoke in the language of Lithuania is 'spindulys'.
The first child in a family is always a joy to hold and behold, but the second children begin to speak more articulately should be taped.
The broad shoulders carried cheerled.
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See the wikipedia piece on garden path sentences; browsing through its garden path sentences one to an evening in its honeyed prison.
Tip of the turban to Shyamala for the title.
2012/02/15
An Unimperial Union
2012/01/03
Morse Code Mnemonic
2011/09/24
Strips II


Sharp Tongue
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Here are some fine places to start:
Peer Reviewed
Time Ravel
Ninjas Having Sex
Oatmeal Cookie
2011/08/22
Parting Words
formally
http://goo.gl/ZhnPN
2011/08/15
2011/05/26
Dealing With Me
All work and no play all night and all day
Not even half a moment of sleep, you see!
Look for me in the details (or check in the fai retails)
When you're loathe to decide -- I'll then come stand beside
Whilst over your shoulder looms the deep blue sea
To your petty conceit placate I'll send my advocate
He'd gladly plead your cases with one of many faces
Of which he has thirty-six, like a pair o' dice
If you are lonely and laust, remember Comrade Faust --
You only need to sign on the dashed dotted line
And I give you on this sorry earth a paradise
Yet I seek no gratitude, only purple attitude
So that folk may call your air yours-truly-may-care
How I shall then take care of you dearly!
But I must speak to you b'cause on your soul there is a clause
That you may haven't knone: let's talk this over phone
Just dial two-thirds of one thousand [well, nearly]
(The verse is falling free at the moment.)
2010/11/20
Laxman-Ishant Partnerships
There are rules. Use quotation marks and you are red-carded. Unlawful words? Unwise.
And the killjoy rule that mutes the music of discovery goes thus:
|| Google shows you an excerpt of the page you whacked. Look at that text. If it's merely a list of words (such as a bibliography, concordance, encyclopedia, glossary, thesaurus, dictionary, domain names, or plain old machine-generated random garbage), No Whack For You! ||
Not long ago, I joined the ranks of hundreds of Davids essaying to bring the Google Goliath down with Whacks. The Stack is out of order, and this seemed a safe place to put these out.
Ones that found bull's eye
1 Carroll's choreography course to cure your creeps for crowds.
2 When a summa gets a lemma right.
3 Can you differentiate that Whack?
[Click on the serial numbers]
The unclassifiable one
Scrutinize the kids and worship the moths? Study adults and deify larvae?
Ones let down by the killjoy rule
[Run them on rot13]
And then there's always these
Salmagundi futterwacken, adiabatic rannygazoo, dissipative futterwacken, chargino googlewhack, amoebaic salmagundi...
Do send your Whacks my way if you find some!
2010/09/05
Tales from the Fuselage
As I write this, the sun is rising at this unique horizon at double-quick pace. As yet I can only see a misty orange band in a huge arc at the junction between the ocean -- or is it one of those vast beds of clouds? -- and the sky. I'm at an altitude higher than Everest and am zipping at about Mach 1.2. It has been a most unusual 'day' -- why not lend it some more rarity by chronicling it right here?
Until last year, I was practically an airspace virgin. I had flown only twice before, aboard domestic jets. The first time, I had apparently fallen asleep at takeoff and woken up at landing. This largely had to do with the fact that I had at that time lived just as many months outside my mother as I had inside. The second instance, happening in my II Grade, has escaped me but for the memory of grabbing one too many candies from the stewardess' platter; whether my distribution of them to classmates on my birthday is a memory or a fig. of my im., I'm uncertain.
So when I air-travelled last year, I found it hard to keep my jaws together. Years back, I had taken half an excruciating day to visit Mangalore by train. Now it was below me in twenty minutes from departure; behind me in 21. From that point onwards, I entered denial. This speed was non-intuitive.
The novelty of sensations so enlivened me that sleep failed me. It was evening when I reached final destination, so my insomniac fatigue made sure that jet lag was beaten.
On my return home last month, I spanned the Pacific, thus becoming the first scion in my dynasty to have crossed all 360 longitudes. Which brings us to 'today'.
For a start, my seat number in the first flight was 30A. The 'A' stands for window seat. The port and starboard columns were two seats wide and my neighbouring passenger had given the ride a miss! Thus my spot doubled as an aisle seat. The '30' stands for first row, which in turn translates to (i) leg room, (ii) potty proximity, (iii) highest strength of pheromone trails left behind by flight attendants, (iv) special mechanisms for the TV and the dining desk.
Last year, I headed westward. This time, my 'orient'ation is opposite. I'm essentially retracing the path I took home. The first aircraft (dest.: Hong Kong) became airborne at 04.00 a.m. If you define 'dayline' as in the picture, my plane and the dayline were cruising for a headlong collision. I fought back sleep and waited to witness this rare glory, and was handsomely rewarded.
My second plane (on which my stern rests this very moment) is a time machine. I embarked upon it at 02.00 p.m. on Sep. 04, I will touch terminus at 11.00 a.m. on Sep. 04. This leg of the voyage turned out to be much more spectacular than I had imagined.I slid the window down to cut out the sunlight and slipped into slumber. When I rose an hour later and reopened it, I was totally taken aback. It was pitch dark outside. I had simply unaccounted for the fact that in an aeroplane flying east, particularly when the geodesical trajectory is more parallel than perp. to the equator, the durations of dark and light are halved. There was no way I could go across to the other edge of the Pacific without cutting through night. It was obvious once it happened. All these meant I met the dayline a second time in the journey, which is when I began to pen this. Now the window is a splash of divers degrees of blue and white.
36 hours would this day last, two sunrises and two sundowns would it include. An I.D.L. day -- an ideal day.



















