Splendiferously ‘Splainin’ Sockdolagers
From a grandiloquent lexicographer perspective
“What’s all this flamdoodle about ‘Sockdolagers’”? Asked my new editor. “Are you trying to hornswaggle the entire community again? Our burgeoning readership could start a donnybrook, wearing out Wikipedia if you don’t march forth to swiftly explain this bafflegab.”
“March 4th? That’s the only day that literally means anything, anymore.” I interjected. “Unless you wait seven months to count on Oct. 4 (10-4). But they’re trying to phase that numerical phrase out too, to ‘roger that’”.
The editor took the chair replying, “Don’t ske-daddly-odge my question daddy-o, with your higgledy-piggledy and waspy rigmarole. The Journal has come a long way since collating without electricity on backs of 1881 spud wagons. ‘Banholzerian Hieroglyphics’ simply was not spontaneweous (spontaneous and new) enough to integrate with this newfangled logo font. If
“You’re entirely right Pedro; I shouldn’t ishkabible about some surreptitious meaning hanging over sockdolagers like some darn sword of Damocles. After all, I’m not a carpetbagging rapscallion you know. In fact, I’ve worked on about every avenue off
“Now, that too would be flabber-ghastingly impossible”, he rejoined.
Eventually I elucidated, “Would you believe that ‘socdolager’ was one of the last big-shot words
Synchronisticly, I had the notion that readers would be interested in ‘serendipitous’ origins. Every Joe and Josephina, who serenely baptizes themselves in renewing rivers, thinks they will start out the year knowing what serendipity is and faithfully march around with heart-stone pocketfuls of it. Well, they are regularly right, even if the Mermaid of the Bigwood isn’t literally splashing sopping sacred sockdolagers in their faces from her beauty-filled fishtail.
The
The Three Princes of Serendip is a rich Arabian story about three want-to-be- wise-guys from the exotic
Marvelous errors and “accidental discoveries” should not be pish-poshed off so easily. Think about how many folks who have met under circumstances “entirely by luck” that ended in up in happy partnerships with each other –maybe even your own parents. Indeed, I’ve been lucky enough to capture a few sockdolagers from diverse avenues and providence willing, I’ll keep my good eye peeled for a few more, then dip them in and shake them up in punch bowls of philosophical wax –for awakening readers in a sun-ripened valley the perfect dimension for sockdolagers of daily serendipity.
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Reference links:
The sesquipedalian septuagenarian - The Boston Globe
http://livingheritage.org/serendipity.htm
http://www.worldwidewords.org/index.htm http://www.soulariumcenter.com/Surrender.htm http://www.rootsweb.com/~genepool/meanings.htm
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