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July 19, 2012
At least, anagrammatically speaking.
Before television people used to actually entertain themselves (just think of it) with anagram games.
Dorothy Parker was the undisputed, “Mother Superior of Anagrams.” Alexander Woolcott was so obsessed with anagrams, he considered them, “The plague of his existence.”
So what exactly is one?
From the Greek, anagrammatismos, it's simply (or not so simply) rearranging the letters of a word or phrase, using all the original letters.
Anything less becomes an imperfect anagram.
It becomes state of the art when the anagram makes a comment on the word itself.
A decimal point = I'm a dot in place. Western Union = No Wire Unsent.
The construction of anagrams goes way back.
According to some historians, Pythagoras, in the 6th century BC used them to discover philosophical meanings. Plato and his followers believed they revealed divinity and destiny. The Kabbalists asserted, “Secret mysteries are woven in the numbers of letters.”
Lewis Carroll's own Wonderland was in anagramming the names of famous people:
Florence Nightingale = Flit on, cheering angell. Disraeli = I lead, sir. William Ewart Gladstone = Wild agitator means well!
(A modern version is George Bush = He bugs Gore.)
The British naturalist, Sir Peter Scott, believed in the existence of the Loch Ness Monster so strongly that in 1978 he gave it a scientific name. British politician Nicholas Fairbairn later anagrammed it:
Nessiteras rhombopteryx = Monster Hoax by Sir Peter S.
Today, you can use anagram dictionaries or "anagram solvers" on the Internet.
Call me a purist but I like the idea that some people figured these out all on their own:
Dormitory = Dirty Room. Listen = Silent. Madam Curie = Radium came. A telephone girl = Repeating "Hello." The country side = No City Dust Here. Evangelist = Evil's Agent. Is pity love? = Positively. Santa = Satan. (We won't go there.)
Dorothy Parker and friends played a complicated game called “Murder,” which you can almost recreate in a version of Scrabble called Clabbers. (You've already keenly spotted it as an anagram of Scrabble itself.)
As T.S. Eliot said, “My name is only an anagram of toilets.”
So don't be shy. If you come up with a great one, like—Do an angry hit = Tonya Harding, you can enter it in the Anagram Hall of Fame.
And, of course, anything you come up with is always welcome here. So let's have a conversation, which equals voices rant on.
still thinking about today...
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ANDY.....................go nuts baby!
Village = All Give
Mr. J. Peterman = Mr. Preen Jam?
I don't think I get this game.....(?)
"Ranting," are we? [Yes, if the discussion calls for it!]
Night, all!
MISS MOOSE: Just see how many words you can make out of any word or word phrase you are given ... ANAGRAMS ... A very popular Parlour Game in the 1890's ... and one of the first exercises in Communications School and Intelligence Training in the Military ... Then learn how to read and write upside down and backwards ... Learning Engineering Symbols is very helpful, from all over the world ... Different Culture have different Symbols, and very few of them are universal ... Hand Signing and Lip Reading are helpful too ... and it all starts with Anagrams .......
O bovver! A fun topic and I have things to do. Am off for a few days to do family stuff. Catch up with you all later. Heave nuf!
How nice, virtual family has a non-controversial topic to ease us into the weekend! When my daughter was young (primary school age) I used to compete with her with anagrams. I'm certain that it helped her to build a bigger vocabulary, and perhaps it also taught her to think out of the box. I know it certainly helped to keep us bonded together with that special component that individuals who never had children find hard to comprehend.....
Race Car=Race Car
Breasts=Bra Sets action man=cannot aim astronomer=moon starer lady bug=bald guy
Here I still am, bags in car, working on keeping panic attack under control.
Bert~ You just bought up a nice memory of my young son in the bath - I'd soap up his back and write letters that he said back out loud.
If I did that with grandhildren, would it be a granagram?
A friend of mine/ours having already received an unfriendly message for citing an accomplished anagramist in a blog, I won't.
That doesn't mean that I cannot tell you about how that man wrote a letter to a woman judge seeking advice about a restraining order to protect him from the woman who was always just ahead of him at the coffee shop and then all the way to work.
She was just ahead in traffic on the way home or when he stopped for pizza, Chinese or Indian.
Critical mass was reached when she figured out his traditional set-up spot at the shore and beat him there in a bathing costume of his favorite style and colors.
It was funny and, as an indirect way of initiating a relationship, it worked.
Hazel ~
A villager lucky and grateful to know you has a hand out to hold… and a flask if you need it.
Thanks Bebe.....I knew it!
Anagrams and palindromes.....MMMMM
Pilot just announced this was a non crying flight. Resolve all issues before take-off.
Peterman=mere pants........not for my Elvis I'm afraid
Should have been "peterman's"
For those of you old enough to remember Memphis television in the 1960's there was a Friday Night "Fright Nite" hosted by "Silvad," which turned out to benothing more than an anagram for his name "Davis." Fit him about as well as his lousy (and loose) fake vampire teeth!
I prefer logic games. May make me cry occassionally (so, TT, I won't try them on aircraft...and I can tell you some funny stories about THOSE, too!) but at least I enjoy them!
Austerity measures=reduced benefits & public services---->issue a permit, "allows" to increase in taxes=increase in number of days taxpayers must work to cover government spending! Cyclic ...control pattern----->uproots the public confidence---->occupy movement....------>Banks <---->government interventions----->change in quality...is slow too fast....or enhanced methodology of all institutions...----> band-aid...for economic recovery....back to ----> Go...***.this could be graphed and reflected on the Growth Curve......benefits and public services have a great reflection on-going economy stimulance and improving society...keeping the economy going....the W.I.C. program is one of Americans true gems....that has helped and prevented pre-mature infant deaths....public school is also a gem...it just has evolved in a backward fashion....because of politics...and narrow vision....raising school taxes...is not the solution... the money is not passed to the students..but to the mass of people employed in this institutional educational unit branch...sure there is progress...and the generation does more to care/learn for themselves..."look at all of us and how we (well) turned out...not so bad...!" please ignore my mistakes in my freeform writing...opinions...are just that....the more I know...the more I do not know....isn't it just great to be crazy...like the song.... wink wink....even though I am Republican I will vote Obama/Biden ticket....along with the other crazies...I'm singing isn't it great to be crazy.ta da....and sing and write what you want...on the "eye?'" She leaves town in a Channel blue suit adorned in her favorite red box hat riding down the path less traveled by...in a spotless royal silverblue Bentley....enjoying the summer Joe Pye Weed...
I love Mr Peterman's tolerant push to make us grow & mature at our own paces!!
Anagrams give me a headache!! I much prefer to read them and exclaim over someone elses brilliance!!
Miss Hazel, no Panic attackes allowed...3 deep breaths will change your chemistry...no hyperventilating allowed either!! Be safe!!
CAROL.....................I was afraid to say I just could never get anagrams & feel like a dud.......maybe I will try today...............I too enjoy others' brilliance at this......................
BERT..................maybe those of us who do not have chidren, for whatever myriad reasons, actually DO understand that bond & it is that understanding that adds to certain sadnesses........................
HAZEL..................no panic attacks allowed, we are all behind you................breathe deeply & think of your peaceful, wonderful garden....................
Listening to my old Jake (Trout) and the Flounders album. Rock n Roll and golf. I'm on 18 and I shanked it....to the tune of Alice Cooper's classic. Good Day Philly.
Bebe...anagrams are a hightened form of unscramble the word...no need to lose self esteem over it.
Mitt Romney = Metro Minty
Nonsense but refreshing.
Stoney, you are a hoot!
For those of you who happened to miss my last posting on yesterday's discussion...if you like horses (as do I) you might want to check out the vid link I put there. Magnificent black horses! Here's the link again.
http://www.youtube.com/v/Y5XJbSqwriM?version=3&feature=player_detailpage
BTW, Stoney, I haven't seen my permanent record (guess I'll go down to the admin building and try to throw my overweight around) but I HAVE seen my FBI file. OMG was I ever boring!
InkyTinky here! Thought you might like to know I've decided to use my real name...changed it from Tink's. Guess she'll forgive me....or not. She can be tempermental.
No anagram here, but interesting confession in an obit...."I did not earn a PHD, etc" in man's confession...wonder if any of us would have the nerve to do that?
If so, is it worth while, since it will no doubt embarrass the survivors in the family?
http://www.jewishworldreview.com/0712/obituary_confession.php3
I am terrible at word scrambles, so must have language fixation disability, LFD.
Ginger - Your black horses video is beautiful. You and Galgito have much in common in your love of horses. What is the proper name for those gaited ones?
Stoney, Ginger - Re: permanent records...I posted late yesterday about how some high schools give them back to graduates. It won't hurt to ask your school.
Mooseloop---you are thinking of Tennessee Walking horses. Love the gait but hate the boot bad trainers use to train horses. For shame! Thanks for the tip about permanent records!
Yep, grew up on horses. Started with Polly, a Palimino, at the ripe old age of four (she was a retired sulky racer), then moved on to an American Saddle horse (that was really too much for an eight-year-old, but I loved her) named Dixie. She loved to be sprayed with the hose on a hot summer day! Maybe I need to upload that vid---it also has my puppy, Cindy, leading her colt, Rocky, around by his lead! Moved on to a quarter horse named Blaze who was a champion barreller---which they conveniently forgot to tell me the first time I rode her. Nearly fell off when I turned her the first time! Ahhhhh! You do bring back memories!
Horses and dogs...love 'em!
Ginger, you would love Sheba, a Friesian carriage horse. She has taken a few prizes over the past years.
I'm trying this anagram thing, but I'm not having a lot of luck. Here's hoping time will tell.
Rusty--is she yours? Do you have photos? If not yours, whose? This was the first I had seen of this breed and I LOVE them!
My name spells out “helps turn a ram around”.
I have known it from birth.
The day I was born my father lifted me up to the sky and
intoned “This is heehoo helps turn a ram
around.” After which folks started calling me HEEHOO.
I was not put off, I continued on my destined course. As you all must know by now I was the man who put
the ram in what started out as the mara lama ding dong (the lam was already
headed in the right direction…no need to
change something that is working).
I could tell you how the ram got caught by the horns in the
thicket, but there is no way you would believe me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXmsLe8t_gg
Bebe, ....... Don't fret about the thoughtless, pompous posts of virtual villagers. They care not who they offend in their quest to impress.
You on the other hand are the cat's pjs and bees knees. Keep on rockin' in the free world.
I'll second that emotion.
Beauty black horses…. Thanks for that.
Miss Mooseloop ~ Thank you for your commentary on permanent records. I
was never told that I had an accomplishment percentile, which could be attributed to the many incomplete assignments I left in my wake. I thank you also on behalf of Sir Road Yacht, he would do so himself but he is out accomplishing refrigerationization and working on a coin operated congress to replace the unmarked-bills-in-a-plain-brown-wrapper-left-in-the-lobby operated congress that presently governs our nation.
Permanent record…
If you want to write something your teacher may ask to keep, work in a cat (she had one) and a little girl (she had a goddaughter) and you're in like a porch climber.
There was a: "One sentence story to teacher."
"These fat pencils are smudgy and the paper is crummy."
Mo Shtick aka I potty clammy. Peek
Later. Soyten(ly)...an imperfect anagram. Feed or Bachh? (dinner or a concert?).
And my favorite...
Acrabboclock… just about the time I am wakened from my nap.
Just some folk knockin' about the village.
Hey bebe ~
The day has been as gray as Gregory's flannel suit, rained three times and hasn't got out of the sixties… eat out your heart.
While enjoying that wonderful post 50 endoscopic treat called Colonoscopy; the post procedure recovering ones find it is not uncommon to play analgrams.
Ginger, Sheba belongs to my neighbor down the road, but she often passes by when out training for the next "Coaching Days" event that are held all over this area. I've ridden with the owner a few times and helped to hook Sheba into the carriage leads. I found her almost overwhelming when I first saw her and have only gotten slightly used to how magnificant she is.
Greetings: OK, who won the clothes? I don't think it was me...but mayby I just haven't been contacted.
Heading down to Paddy Whacks Pub in Philly for an Irish Night with the boys. As Mr Wilde sez work is the curse of the drinking class.
Rusty, PLEASE ask where he/she got her from! I wonder if there is a rescue organization (I'm big on rescuing animals...hence five dogs) for this breed? Don't laugh---there is one for Lippizaners in Florida!
And Stoney, you are most welcome. They are great, aren't they?
Tommy, have a black and tan for me! Haven't had one since I was last in Scotland!
Capt Neptune, I'd look better on the Riveria in those dresses than you! Especially the Liz-one I let get past me, darn it!
People were starting to talk: they knew that the old retirees; a doctor, a policeman, a professor, an alderman, a haberdasher and a guy who married up and owned the two-story carriage house were a bit odd.
They had long ago had a sign done up declaring the place a senior's center with an eye to copping any benefits they could get their hands on.
Over time, they began gathering there at later and more unusual times and then, one of them maybe a bit over served, let slip some very particular information regarding a lady's tattoos, a slippery sunbather and… more.
They had, as it turned out, telescopic access from the rear dormer window to the backsides of almost a dozen homes and had been taking advantage of it.
The authorities came by, confiscated the telescope and binoculars, embarrassed the men and left without writing anything up, down or whatever it is they do when they do it.
The mostly young neighbors not feeling violated or even inconvenienced were none-the-less on the lookout for a way to get a little of their own back and needed somebody locked in permanent eight-grade mode.
Naturally, I took the call.
Not surprisingly, the men, busted and humiliated stopped gathering there and the steepish drop-off around back probably had something to do with it too but the new sign, clandestinely commissioned by the neighbors attracted a lot of attention and photographers for many months.
It read: SEEN YOURS CENTER.
Stoney, marry me! You are just way too much fun!
Slainte Mhath GINGER! from a Tennessee member of Clan Lindsay.
GINGER, PLEASE GO TO YESTERDAYS POST, I POSTED FOR YOU TODAY BUT ON YESTERDAY'S TOPIC. DUH!!!PARDON LONG DAY (SIGH)
Bebe, Carolbabcock - I am with you on the anagrams....unable to make them, or decode them, but enjoy reading others' witty leavings.....Every artist needs an audience, right?
Ginger, tried sending you a private message, and they said it wouldn't go through so hope you see this. Google "Friesian Rescue" and you will get many hits to check out about places that are set up to rescue and then place Friesians.
STONEY....................the 8:17 is perfection! I drove to Tennesse to have lunch w/ a friend & do a little shopping therapy & when I hit MS on the way home the heavens just opened; tree branches, cars off to the side of the rode............not your charming downpour...................I hope you made the most of your raindrops........and I bet you did!
PL...................you are kind beyond words....................
MOOSE.............we'll start the teachers non-anagrams club......................bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha.................................
ANDY.........................I hope you have recovered w/a very cold vodka...........................
Tommy---Tennessee! I went to UTK for my PhD! From there to ETSU to teach and then on into admin. Loved it there, but got married and moved to the ATL area. Should NEVER have left the hills. I supposedly descended from Sequoyah, who took his English name "George Gist" from his father (maybe), Nathaniel Gist, a Scotsman!
Rusty, love ya man! I will go to those sites! Maybe I can help these lovely animals find a happy home here in Arkansas!
Magicangel...got your messages anyway, so not to worry!
Rusty--went to the site and asked how I could help out or find horses in need in this area. By golly, one way or another I'm gonna help save this beautiful breed!