Thread: Two words.

Sanguine
adj. Optimistic

And

Sanguinary
adj. Full of bloodshed; bloodthirsty

I wonder, where's the logic in this.

Does anyone know the history?

Originally Posted by Perfect

Sanguine
adj. Optimistic

And

Sanguinary
adj. Full of bloodshed; bloodthirsty

I wonder, where's the logic in this.

Does anyone know the history?

Well, you moron, they're both adjectives.

Still, looks and tastes goddamned weird.
In finnish words can't form this way.

Now, this is not so much an etymological question as it is a philosophical question.

Sang (latin) means blood, and most words derived from it (sang real - royal blood), are somehow connected to blood. Sanguinella for example is a blood orange.

Etymologically, it bears the meaning of blood. However, the ancient greeks created a system of four humours. Information can be found here: Clicky!

Now, Galen used four temperaments, one being sanguine, and it matched optimistic and such. So, Galen is to blame.

Mr U

Originally Posted by HomoUniversalis

Now, this is not so much an etymological question as it is a philosophical question.

Sang (latin) means blood, and most words derived from it (sang real - royal blood), are somehow connected to blood. Sanguinella for example is a blood orange.

Etymologically, it bears the meaning of blood. However, the ancient greeks created a system of four humours. Information can be found here: Clicky!

Now, Galen used four temperaments, one being sanguine, and it matched optimistic and such. So, Galen is to blame.

Mr U

Excellente amigo.

It was my modern pussyness that drew distinctions between blood and being optimistic, cheerful, even-tempered, confident, rational, popular, fun-loving

Irrational associations that stem from 'trends' are a bitch.

well ... if your optimistic.... you look to the future. in which case you probly have plan's. ....

and if anyone were to get im my way... then i'd have to stop them

hence the blood shed!

I think that the connection to optimism is evident in the blush. A fresh-faced lad (or lass) with roses in his cheeks is the quintessential symbol for optimism.

Originally Posted by invert_nexus

I think that the connection to optimism is evident in the blush. A fresh-faced lad (or lass) with roses in his cheeks is the quintessential symbol for optimism.

What I found interresting is how one (like I did) makes associations that seem completely rational, eventhough they only represent learned models and cultural states of ones residence.

And only that.



I made a thread without diving into it.
Which is interresting, for the conlusions seem completely rational.

Still, I made a distionction between being happy and blood.
This is not something that should happen.
In my opinion.

till, I made a distionction between being happy and blood.

Just goes to show how christian you really are. Although, if you think about it, christianity is a religion of blood-drinkers therefore blood should also have a connotation of optimism. Salvation through the blood of Christ.

Also. Consider the dying. Pale-faced and weak. Their blood is gone.

And wounds. Wounds from dying flesh that can no longer even sport a festive fountain of blood. No optimism there.

And.. just consider the beautiful blood-splattered walls after sex. The wonderful rorshach patterns. Dripping here. Clotted there. Bits of tissue. How much more optimistic can it get?

Anyway.

In finnish words can't form this way.

I'd be interested to hear more about this.

Originally Posted by invert_nexus

till, I made a distionction between being happy and blood.

Just goes to show how christian you really are. Although, if you think about it, christianity is a religion of blood-drinkers therefore blood should also have a connotation of optimism. Salvation through the blood of Christ.

Also. Consider the dying. Pale-faced and weak. Their blood is gone.

And wounds. Wounds from dying flesh that can no longer even sport a festive fountain of blood. No optimism there.

And.. just consider the beautiful blood-splattered walls after sex. The wonderful rorshach patterns. Dripping here. Clotted there. Bits of tissue. How much more optimistic can it get?

Anyway.

In finnish words can't form this way.

I'd be interested to hear more about this.

I'm loving this post.

Still, you have to wait till I reply

It's a labour/student/amgiguous "let's get fuking dfrunk" party in here.

And I just dropped in at my place to fill up (eating a pizza) and then I'm off again.

Been doing beer, pot and just snorted some shitty amphetamin (dont know is i even spelled that right) since 1pm (10:27pm now).

The deali-o is... excellent!

But I wont get into this, now.

What I found interresting is how one (like I did) makes associations that seem completely rational, eventhough they only represent learned models and cultural states of ones residence.

Like killing being deep or interesting?
Fascinating?

Its a learnned model of one's residence; I wonder if pimply Tyler would dig the occult if no one else did.
That, and the being egregiously bored.

What we call 'reason' usually is a social construct.

Still, I made a distionction between being happy and blood.
This is not something that should happen.

Wuss.

Vicarious paraphernalia corrodes the spine of the modern- consider the Lee/Jacobs/Insert-choice-horror noveist here and death metal and shroom/insert-drug-here, leaving a pussy goth in its wake.

Or my little friend Sploit romanicing the snot out of killing someone in some other thread-

"You've never killed anyone, so shut your fat trap Abraxas!!! I have and its nothing. The look in your victime's eyes, the slowing of his breath, the watching him, looking at him, observing him, the glancing, and glimpsing, gazing, glaring, staring at your victim...." faggotry.

In place of actually killing- so I've got nothing on a Palestenian who's never read Jacob's "gore".
That said, Rex Ferral rules.

English is a special kind of language, in that it is made up mostly of loan words.
Many English words are loaned from Romance languages, esp. Latin, and then turned into regular English words.

But many of those words also exist as loan words in many other languages (esp. the Slavic and German), where we have the loan word and a native counterpart. Whereby the loan word has a specific meaning not precisely covered by a native word.

So "sanguine" is in Slovene as a loan word "sangviničen", meaning
'hot-blooded, who gets quickly excited, fiery;
bright, lively;
sometimes: easily believing, not thoughtful'
-- we have 3 groups of meaning for "sanguine".


The problem with the use of these words becomes apparent when a non-English user uses those words that exist in English, as well as loan words in his native language.

Once, someone said about Xev "Bless her sanguine heart".

To someone speaking only English, this should mean 'Bless her optimistic/cheerful heart'.

But to me, English being my third language, my specific understanding of "sanguine" working underneath combined with the impression I have of Xev, directed to understand 'Bless her blood-thirsthy heart'.


Perkele, I think you are experiencing the same thing as me here. Your native language is Finnish -- I don't know it, but I think it also contains two vocabularies: that of *native* words, and that of *loan* words (which can be found in a much alike form in other languages, esp. Latin and English).


(Yes, there is an oddity about English: There are no dictionaries of loan words as we have them in Slovene, German etc.)

Abby.
(Thank's water, muahahahah.)

What is it with "I have my fucking eyes open wide, yeargh!" women and fight club?


Now…
Take the occult and modify it into containing the same aspects, respects and intendments as, for example, life-affirmation.

You’d be licking your own pussy with fucking pride.
And I would be there jerking off to lesbian witches.

Unless of course, we’re special.

And yeah, I know that me being a trendy wuss with too much time on his hands removes me from that speck of ‘coolness’.

So I guess you’d be alone.
Appreciating choice projects.

Not one over the other, though, it would add too much meaning to them, and thus making you a fucking pussy.

Oh, and do find amusement from gallows 'humor'.
I’m not here to troll.

And I’m waiting for the beam of light that is you touching the subject at hand - without adding texture from the external. (Ok, now I’m back being the tortured artist).

Now please excuse me, I’m going to go and get truly,very very drunk.

And when you reply, take the next line and apply it right after:

I’m going to chop your fucking head off and feed it to kittens.
Starving kittens with fucking laser sights and fucking X-ray visions!
So there, you fucking fucker. Fuck!





One thing.

I myself find it lots more interesting when someone who HAS read too many choice-horror novels kills.

Where’s the entertainment for the third persona when the subject acts like it’s merely a chore, tedium, a walk to the office?

I want to see the petty goth-faggot (now now… I’m not talking about myself) squirming and agonizing over the act.




Water, Nexus.

Yliesierikoisapulaisvaravaurioraivausvuorovarausra tkaisupäällikkö

That is an actual job title.

epäjärjestelmällistyttämättömyydellänsäkä änköhän

This, on the other hand, is the word "epäjärjestelmä" with suffixes

Compare it to the word "structure", for example.
Take the word "structure" and add variations and meanings (every possible, for that matter) to it and you get that monster of a word.

The word flexion is truly dominant.
For example; the English language uses word order to produce the same effect.

Word order does not play that big of a role in Finnish.
You can flip word placement and still have a sentence that holds only one meaning.

Also, when English has the nominative and the genitive, Finnish has nearly 15 cases.


Look at the word "laatikossanikinko"

It’s translated: "In my drawer, too. Is it?"


And loaned words rarely use the phonetic rules that the Finnish language has, therefore they sometimes go trough a drastic alteration.

So, two words that similar, both adjectives and both containing different meanings – they taste weird.
For me, at least.

Originally Posted by Abraxas

What I found interresting is how one (like I did) makes associations that seem completely rational, eventhough they only represent learned models and cultural states of ones residence.

Like killing being deep or interesting?
Fascinating?

Its a learnned model of one's residence; I wonder if pimply Tyler would dig the occult if no one else did.
That, and the being egregiously bored.

What we call 'reason' usually is a social construct.

Still, I made a distionction between being happy and blood.
This is not something that should happen.

Wuss.

Vicarious paraphernalia corrodes the spine of the modern- consider the Lee/Jacobs/Insert-choice-horror noveist here and death metal and shroom/insert-drug-here, leaving a pussy goth in its wake.

Or my little friend Sploit romanicing the snot out of killing someone in some other thread-

"You've never killed anyone, so shut your fat trap Abraxas!!! I have and its nothing. The look in your victime's eyes, the slowing of his breath, the watching him, looking at him, observing him, the glancing, and glimpsing, gazing, glaring, staring at your victim...." faggotry.

In place of actually killing- so I've got nothing on a Palestenian who's never read Jacob's "gore".
That said, Rex Ferral rules.

Nearly forgot…

Vicarious paraphernalia?


What what?

Go on, you radical and elite stud you!
Fucking hilarious.

Though, the gentle sarcasm, satire might be there.
Still, if it is, it’s stealthy; I’m kind of missing it.

But don’t mock the little bitches that cling to non-conformity and then two lines later advocate it.

Oh the irony.

Unless of course, I just failed to spot an angle.



By the way, who’s Rex Ferral? (Google didn’t help either)

Water:
Nice post.

'Sangre' is blood in Spanish. Someone who is "sangriante" is impassioned, brimming with life.
“Sanguine” originated to mean what it does to you in your Slovene and me in the Spanish.
I see a brilliant, hot blooded whore in that word. The American and the Londoner sees Mother Teresa.

The Londoner, speaking a mongrel tongue of Briton-Saxon-Norman (French) ......"makes associations that seem completely rational, eventhough they only represent learned models and cultural states of ones residence." - Perfect

Speaking of- and of course, I can't help myself- consider the word 'humble'.

Its a word derived from the poor. The dregs of society, and here in my notes I forgot to write where (bad Abraxas), the poor could not afford fine food and so would stew all the leftovers into slop and make pies.
Leftovers were usually eyeballs but mostly umbilical cords of the animals they slaughtered for food- they'd eat all the 'good' meat first avoiding the noxious taste of those parts as long as possible until they ran out of choice. And so, they called the crusty slop 'umble' pie, for the umbilicus used.

"Only vermin would eat this. Thus, eating this kind of pie was a sign of poverty, not necessarily humility.
‘Humble’ therefore is a word of low origin later promoted to a higher status by the Christian habit of praising vermin."- gendanken

Also, the word "nice"- which in Chaucer's day was an insult. But now, people blush with pride at being thought -awwwwwwwwwww- nice.

"Nice" has had an interesting history. Deriving from the Latin nescius, "ignorant" (from nescire, "not to know"), it's meaning in the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries commonly was "foolish" or "wanton." To refer to someone as a "nice person" was no compliment in Chaucer's day.

Source
http://www.barbwired.com/nadiaweb/na...es/000202.html

In Shakespeare’s day, something “awful” was wonderful (full of awe) but now, the man calling one 'awful' triggers pounding his face in or running home crying.

Again, we're making associations that seem completely rational, even though they only represent learned models of our culture.

Perfect:

And yeah, I know that me being a trendy wuss with too much time on his hands removes me from that speck of ‘coolness’.

No, I think you're super cool.
A tundra.

Sarcasm, true, but still. This board needs flavor. (game?)

But don’t mock the little bitches that cling to non-conformity and then two lines later advocate it.

Oh the irony.

Quit reading like a schoolgirl.

I was prodding mostly, not 'mocking'.

I too am just like you bitches sitting bored on the fringe, waiting for apocalypse. Death, torture, violence all intrigues me because I’m a modern pussy that's never quite experienced it.

So, I don't have a right to pick on pimply goths, especially those that videotape their gibberish and mutilate all the sense out of Social Darwinism/German idealism, but hey, I do and will anyway.
That was the point of the post.

Nearly forgot…

Vicarious paraphernalia?


What what?

Go on, you radical and elite stud you!

Holy Memnoch.....

Paraphernalia: as in books and shirts and CD's and saying stuff liike "Holy Memnoch"

Those intruigued with the obscure are bored. But wil not admit defeat.
We're *ahem* cooler than Goths though.

EDIT:

By the way, who’s Rex Ferral? (Google didn’t help either)

Glad you asked.

Paladin press publishes all type of underground manuals and literature. One was the center of controversy, a book titled "Hitman", by Rex Ferral that was used as a manual by a man involved in a homicide.
He almost got away with it and would, if he were not stupid.

You'll see some info here, and links to where a page where its copied in its entirety
http://ftp.die.net/mirror/hitman/

For spurious reasons, the family of the 'victim' chose to put Paladin on trial , thereby accusing them of accessory to murder. This put the constitutional rights of the press to the test and Paladdin, a pussy, lost.
They settled out of court with the family and agreed to burn every last copy of "Hitman" in their inventory.

Which of course was for naught, this served the book more than deterred it and from the paltry 700 that were originally published its grown to some 13,000 copies in circulation.

And last but not least, Rex Ferral, which in Latin means 'wild beast', this morbid author of slaughter and cold, calculated debauchery, this heathen, this horrible horrible monster sine its only a monster that could write so precisely yet indifferently on how to kill people, as a science......was a WOMAN.

Grwaahahahhahahhahahahhahahah!

Nice.

I too am just like you bitches sitting bored on the fringe, waiting for apocalypse. Death, torture, violence all intrigues me because I’m a modern pussy that's never quite experienced it.

Though, the concrete realities that stem from those aspects are secondary.
It’s true.

Saw the movie Sin City? That hobbit-actor played the character who Michael Mansen(?) tortured, and he didn’t say a word, not a motion. A blank stare as his pet wolf ate his legs.
I found it hilarious when he blinked; the torturer nearly lost all hope waiting for that.

So, I don't have a right to pick on pimply goths, especially those that videotape their gibberish and mutilate all the sense out of Social Darwinism/German idealism, but hey, I do and will anyway.
That was the point of the post.

You fucked up the shroud of obscurity, biatcho.

"Specially those that" means you’re portraying yourself here.
Though, I don’t get that videotape reference – I live in a house of mirrors, cameras remind me too much of modern fight club terrorists.

And this enforces the "living in the now".

Those intruigued with the obscure are bored. But wil not admit defeat.
We're *ahem* cooler than Goths though.

There is no defeat. How could there be?
What are they/you going to do? Torture me?
Oh hell no.
And in Finland, Goths loose their deepness after the mandatory army.

And last but not least, Rex Ferral, which in Latin means 'wild beast', this morbid author of slaughter and cold, calculated debauchery, this heathen, this horrible horrible monster sine its only a monster that could write so precisely yet indifferently on how to kill people, as a science......was a WOMAN.

Grwaahahahhahahhahahahhahahah!

Well, yeah.
That’s why she wrote it.

And all that’s left from Ted Bundy is a customized beetle – with no backseat.
Had to make some room for the ladies.

And what’s fucking hilarious is – the beetle is owned by the singer of Korn nowadays.

Gwahhahahahaawhrehasrhasrhasehrdhf…

Perfect:

Saw the movie Sin City? That hobbit-actor played the character who Michael Mansen(?) tortured, and he didn’t say a word, not a motion. A blank stare as his pet wolf ate his legs.
I found it hilarious when he blinked; the torturer nearly lost all hope waiting for that.

Uhhh...no.

Anything with Alba in it and produced form the infant mind of a comic book, is repelling.

However, good point.
I'm often amazed at how indifferent I am to actual death when I see it.
All the life in it is objectified down to nothing, and there it is right in front of you like a coffetable.
A thing barely worth writing about.

Yet with distance...

I often wonder if my reaction would be different if the death were more "graphic".
I speak of the 'real', not some novel, Oh my brother. ( I think you're a chick though.)

You fucked up the shroud of obscurity, biatcho.

I propose the teleological heuristic of a de-sombada.
Which to the qua-Bolshevick, the intellectual, registers as a homicidal ballet of dyametrically, yet clearly, opposed theses; namely, that they get it when most do not.
If one does not, but purports to, yet wills not, when the wanting-not is qualititively not only superiour but dominant to the the willing of it alone, than this deconstruction is (as Sartre would say) Bad Faith.

In other words, no I haven't. How's that for obscure?

"Specially those that" means you’re portraying yourself here.
Though, I don’t get that videotape reference – I live in a house of mirrors, cameras remind me too much of modern fight club terrorists.

And this enforces the "living in the now".

This is what I hate about those that claim we only 'analyse' others by what we know of ourselves.

No, I'm not portraying myself here you imbecile oops person
Can't blame you though- you're a Finn so you don't know what I'm talking about.

Here in the States, we had school shooting involving two Social-Darwanised gimps in black trechcoats. They killed 13 people and then, like allllll Social-Darwanised pussies, committed suicide.

More or less goths that spent their whole lives mired in pretension, they video-taped all their pissyness (grrrrrrr!! Seig Heil!), put up a website, and on the day of the shooting one of them wore a shirt that said NATURAL SELECTION:

On his Web page, Eric Harris listed many things he hated, but Darwin’s theory of evolution, particularly his suggestion of natural selection, stood in stark contrast. “YOU KNOW WHAT I LOVE??? Natural SELECTION!,” he crowed. “It’s the best thing that ever happened to the Earth. Getting rid of all the stupid and weak organisms … but it’s all natural! YES!”

Source:

http://www.nextwavefaithful.com/Repe..._Selection.asp

"Especially those....." means I would break the spine, if I could get away with it, on especially these faggots.

There is no defeat. How could there be?

We are small and 'they' aren't.

When a need to impose or resist or destroy or disrupt is made powerless by their number (and I'm more than sure you've experienced this)- is that not defeat?

That’s why she wrote it.

Excellent point.

But this-

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg...90209?v=glance

is why I loathe the splitting the sexes to "they do this and, like, *flips hair* we that and, like, Venus and Mars and ya ya!"

The author there is a man and he wrote it.

Sweetest preface:

"The object of this study is to instruct the reader in the techniques of taking another human life, up close, and doing it well. You may well find this booklet offensive, repulsive, brutal, and vicious. It is meant to be. It is completely contemptuous of human life and my only admonition to the would-be assassin is: KILL WITHOUT JOY. "- John Minnery, "How to Kill Without Joy"

And all that’s left from Ted Bundy is a customized beetle – with no backseat.
Had to make some room for the ladies.

And what’s fucking hilarious is – the beetle is owned by the singer of Korn nowada

Cute.

I didn't know that.

Excellent flattery.

Everything that mistakes me from what I am is joyous.

I am as pretty as a chick, though – in the right light.
You know... "NOT THE FACE, DEAR GOD NOT THE FACE!" kind-of-a-guy.

Alba, the badass chick, her looks remind me of someone whom I dislike, makes her every role unbearable. A sucker punch to those lips..

SQUIRT SPRUIT SQUIRT SLURTP SPLURRPSRPS!

I kid. I like the Mansen story in that movie, nonetheless.

I propose the teleological heuristic of a de-sombada.
Which to the qua-Bolshevick, the intellectual, registers as a homicidal ballet of dyametrically, yet clearly, opposed theses; namely, that they get it when most do not.
If one does not, but purports to, yet wills not, when the wanting-not is qualititively not only superiour but dominant to the the willing of it alone, than this deconstruction is (as Sartre would say) Bad Faith.

In other words, no I haven't. How's that for obscure?

It’s: "No I DIDN’T"
YOU FUCKING MORON!

I’m joking, nicely written (nice as in 'the model I’ve grown used to').

Here in the States, we had school shooting involving two Social-Darwanised gimps in black trechcoats. They killed 13 people and then, like allllll Social-Darwanised pussies, committed suicide.

More or less goths that spent their whole lives mired in pretension, they video-taped all their pissyness (grrrrrrr!! Seig Heil!), put up a website, and on the day of the shooting one of them wore a shirt that said NATURAL SELECTION:

Yes, the intellectual, the self-proclaimed contrast of the world completing faiths and falling prey in his/hers own trap.
The irony.

Unless the suicide was meant to be something greater than an escape- which I doubt.
If the suicide were a definition for the act, then it wouldn’t necessarily be such a fuck up.

I guess I would ideally concede and surrender as the weaker organism if the one pulling the strings were a true champion, something... perfect (hardy har har).

Nah… I would 'bite the hand that feeds' (just downloaded Nine inch nails' newest).

When a need to impose or resist or destroy or disrupt is made powerless by their number (and I'm more than sure you've experienced this)- is that not defeat?

Five to one, baby
One in five
No one here gets out alive, now
You get yours, baby
I’ll get mine
Gonna make it, baby
If we try…

…They got the guns
But we got the numbers


I guess Morrison shot himself in the leg here.
Because later when he was yelling "you’re all a punch of fucking slaves!" the crowd cheered.
"Yes we are slaves! Lead us away from this state!" – Oh fuck.

I’d rather have the gun – not to use it, but to develop gaps between me and the 'numbers'.

Because I’m special. My mommy told me that.

'Trade in your hours for a handful of dimes'

I will, but not yet, I’m not trough being… uh… whatever it is that I’m being.

Oh shit, he has got a gun as well… what to do now?

The numbers with guns; that’s when the need to impose or resist or destroy or disrupt is made powerless by their numbers occurs.

The gun being something personal, something you think highly of.

"The object of this study is to instruct the reader in the techniques of taking another human life, up close, and doing it well. You may well find this booklet offensive, repulsive, brutal, and vicious. It is meant to be. It is completely contemptuous of human life and my only admonition to the would-be assassin is: KILL WITHOUT JOY. "- John Minnery, "How to Kill Without Joy"

Writing a book about "how to kill without joy"?

All the life in it is objectified down to nothing, and there it is right in front of you like a coffetable.

Exactly.

Now, go and write this book: How to kill with joy.
Woman

Har har.

This, just as an intermezzo:

As I was thinking how some people are such fucking post whores, it also occured to me that the phrase "a fucking whore" is kind of pleonastic ...

Will be back.

Abraxas,

Nice post.

Thank you, cara mia.

I see a brilliant, hot blooded whore in that word. The American and the Londoner sees Mother Teresa.

The Londoner, speaking a mongrel tongue of Briton-Saxon-Norman (French) ......"makes associations that seem completely rational, eventhough they only represent learned models and cultural states of ones residence." - Perfect

The English-speaking are quite robbed of the essence of language: its history. The sense of etymology is what makes language meaningful to us, letting it cover us with its fine fabric.

The average Joe doesn't know that "sanguine" has something to do with "blood" so he uses it innocently like a robot. This is yet another way how the English became deaf to language.

Speaking of- and of course, I can't help myself- consider the word 'humble'.

Its a word derived from the poor. The dregs of society, and here in my notes I forgot to write where (bad Abraxas), the poor could not afford fine food and so would stew all the leftovers into slop and make pies.
Leftovers were usually eyeballs but mostly umbilical cords of the animals they slaughtered for food- they'd eat all the 'good' meat first avoiding the noxious taste of those parts as long as possible until they ran out of choice. And so, they called the crusty slop 'umble' pie, for the umbilicus used.

"Only vermin would eat this. Thus, eating this kind of pie was a sign of poverty, not necessarily humility.
‘Humble’ therefore is a word of low origin later promoted to a higher status by the Christian habit of praising vermin."- gendanken

Humilitatis. I'll check a dictionary though.

In Shakespeare’s day, something "awful" was wonderful (full of awe) but now, the man calling one 'awful' triggers pounding his face in or running home crying.

The tendency is to make great meanings common.
Anyone can be in awe ...

Ah. You know how it is said that people are to *fear* God? A popular misconception. One fears a rabid dog. But is one to fear God with that same fear as one fears a rabid dog? No. One is to have awe for God.

By telling us to fear God, they've made a rabid dog out of Him.

Abraxas,

I looked up "humble" and "humility". The Oxford Etymological Dictionary says they both go back to the Latin "humilitas". There is no mention of a connection with "umbillical".

Water:

Thank you, cara mia.

You've just...made us lesbians.
(de nada)

Ah. You know how it is said that people are to *fear* God? A popular misconception. One fears a rabid dog. But is one to fear God with that same fear as one fears a rabid dog? No. One is to have awe for God.

By telling us to fear God, they've made a rabid dog out of Him.

Ever read Leviticus?
For that matter the *whole* bible?

Idduno.
Someone who'd send bears to maul children for mocking a prophet (the youth of Bethel), tear you to shreds with hellfire over trifles, kill all your firstborn, livestock, scorch all your land and take all your money, cover your body in syphillized boils just of the fun of it is not, in my humble opinion, someone you'd like to have tea with.

In fact, this same person claiming to love you is fucking crazy.

Don't get me wrong- that’s only pretending these stories are true for the sake of pointing things out here and I don’t object to torturing a man or killing the kiddies with bears –
but to call the fear of god a “popular misconception” knowing this, is a logical fallacy on yoru part.

If you in fact take your bible as true.

,

I looked up "humble" and "humility". The Oxford Etymological Dictionary says they both go back to the Latin "humilitas". There is no mention of a connection with "umbillical".

Here it is:

One:
“humble (adj.)
c.1250, from O.Fr. humble, earlier humele, from L. humilis "lowly, humble," lit. "on the ground," from humus "earth."

To eat humble pie (1830) is from umble pie (1648), pie made from umbles "edible inner parts of an animal" (especially deer), considered a low-class food. The similar sense of similar-sounding words (the "h" of humble was not pronounced then) converged in the pun. Umbles, meanwhile, is M.E. numbles "offal" (with loss of n- through assimilation into preceding article), from O.Fr. nombles "loin, fillet," from L. lumulus, dim. of lumbus "loin."

Two:
The expression " to eat humble-pie," i.e. to make an apology, to retract or recant, is a facetious adaptation of " umbles " (O. Fr. nombles, connected with Lat. lumbus, loin or umbilicus, navel), the inner parts of a deer, to " humble "
Sources: http://91.1911encyclopedia.org/P/PI/PICUS.htm
http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?...earchmode=none


So you’re right and it seems I’ve been only a little off- the word is rooted in the Latin ‘humilis’ but with use has become acquainted with the poor and their refuse, so that by the early 17 century the words umble and humble were already smeared together.

But it has its origin in Latin, not English or Old French then.



Perfect:

I guess I would ideally concede and surrender as the weaker organism if the one pulling the strings were a true champion, something... perfect (hardy har har).

Nah… I would 'bite the hand that feeds' (just downloaded Nine inch nails' newest).

I wouldn't be so sure.
Wrote a thread on this- I'd surrender to power, not the idea of power.

My boss has illegitimate claim to his. He’s idea.

I kid. I like the Mansen story in that movie, nonetheless

I like Manson period-

"It don't matter what I want, they don't like it. If I went, "Hmmmmmm, I would like to stand up straight." They make a rule NO STANDING UP STRAIGHT! They block my access to the outside, cut off my mail, can't get no stamps to write out. They want to... to try and shut me up. They lie to me, they cheat me.

I pick my nose wipe it on the wall and they pick it up and take it to their kids and tell 'em who gave it to them. They use it as a sick keepsake. Tell their kids that it came from the devil, they rub it on their cocks and jerk off then come here and smack me. Motherfuckers."

- from an interview

*laughing*

I like him, but still can't help seeing him as one angry, angry leprechaun.

And yes, you're not a chick but still………...chicky.

And yes, you're not a chick but still………...chicky.

Stop the flirting and drop your pants cuz' imma comin' home.

Yes, I actually use that line.
Along with:

Does this napkin smell like chloroform to you as well?


But seriously, fatty, I don't get it.

I guess this was the eulogy for me in this topic.

Abby, (Hah! and you wondered what the worst insult was. I don't mean to insult though, I'm just in my usual devilish mood. Moody twat that I am.)

You've just...made us lesbians.
(de nada)

Bah. You've started this.
(I would meticulously point you to incriminating threads, but Sci is down.)

Idduno.
Someone who'd send bears to maul children for mocking a prophet (the youth of Bethel), tear you to shreds with hellfire over trifles, kill all your firstborn, livestock, scorch all your land and take all your money, cover your body in syphillized boils just of the fun of it is not, in my humble opinion, someone you'd like to have tea with.

In fact, this same person claiming to love you is fucking crazy.

Well, has God done those things to *you*? Have *you* done those things to God?

but to call the fear of god a “popular misconception” knowing this, is a logical fallacy on yoru part.

Awe entails fear. Fear does not entail awe.

If you in fact take your bible as true.

*My* Bible is true! It has eight kilos and I can smash you with it anytime!

One:
“humble (adj.)
c.1250, from O.Fr. humble, earlier humele, from L. humilis "lowly, humble," lit. "on the ground," from humus "earth."

To eat humble pie (1830) is from umble pie (1648), pie made from umbles "edible inner parts of an animal" (especially deer), considered a low-class food. The similar sense of similar-sounding words (the "h" of humble was not pronounced then) converged in the pun. Umbles, meanwhile, is M.E. numbles "offal" (with loss of n- through assimilation into preceding article), from O.Fr. nombles "loin, fillet," from L. lumulus, dim. of lumbus "loin."

Two:
The expression " to eat humble-pie," i.e. to make an apology, to retract or recant, is a facetious adaptation of " umbles " (O. Fr. nombles, connected with Lat. lumbus, loin or umbilicus, navel), the inner parts of a deer, to " humble "
Sources: http://91.1911encyclopedia.org/P/PI/PICUS.htm
http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?...earchmode=none


So you’re right and it seems I’ve been only a little off- the word is rooted in the Latin ‘humilis’ but with use has become acquainted with the poor and their refuse, so that by the early 17 century the words umble and humble were already smeared together.

But it has its origin in Latin, not English or Old French then.

We have an example of so-called "popular (or folk) etymology" here.
In fact, this is how language works, as most of its users aren't educated linguists who would passively stick to whatever they have learned.
One way for new meanings or new connotations to emerge is a lack of actual etymological knowledge (which applies to most users), and so a connection/converge betwen two words may be easier made -- based esp. on specific socio-cultural particularities.

Unfortunately, I am not so good in English to give more examples; but there is a lovely one in German -- "Attentäter".
By popular etymology, the word is explained as "Attentat-Täter" -- 'Täter des Attentats', which was contracted into "Attentäter". ("Täter" means 'doer'.)
The word should actuallly be spelled "Attentator" (the word morphologically consisting of atentat- + -or), but the "tator" part sounded so familiar to the German "Täter", that they accepted the "Attentäter" writing (which etymologically and morphologically wrong).