Today’s word of the day: “Malaphor.” This is a combination of “metaphor” and “malapropism,” and appears in such forms as:
- “It’s not rocket surgery.”
- “I’ll burn that bridge when I come to it.”
- The title of this post
…and so on.Â I use some of these myself quite deliberately, so I suppose I am not precisely helping to maintain the purity of the language.
This is courtesy of the very-delightful podcast The Allusionist, which I recommend to anyone else who enjoys wordy goodness; host Helen Zaltzman is whimsical and nerdy in proportions I very much enjoy.Â Link there goes to the episode I listened to this morning; recommended for a listen if you have a spare twenty minutes or so.
As often seems to happen, nature appears to have suddenly remembered mid-January that it is supposed to be winter, and dumped an alarmingly huge pile of snow on our heads; as I walked to meet everyone for ramen last night the wind was constantly sweeping fistful after fistful of vicious glitter into my face.Â
Today: piles everywhere of blinding white, some nearly as tall as I am.Â (Miracle of miracles: the TTC ran like a dream this morning, and I secured a seat within a single stop.Â I can only guess that perhaps most folk stayed home today.)
I’m not looking forward to the shoveling, but it IS rather lovely to look at…