English Vocabulary Quiz
A recent internet quiz is How Good Is Your English Vocabulary? This was a blow to the pride. I have always thought I was pretty good with words, and yet, with a few educated guesses, I only got 80.
The test has ten questions. Six times the definition is given, with two words to choose from. Four words are given, with two possible definitions.
The four words, leading to a binary definition decision, are abusion, bombilate, jargogle, and lubritorium. I have never used any of these words, even while performing the actions of the three verbs. I also make regular use of a lubritorium. It is a place adjacent to where you pay at the pump.
The first question is the definition “Fond of company, a social individual. gregarious, perceptive” This is obvious. In fact, perceptive might be the opposite of social, unless you can keep your uncomplimentary observations to yourself.
The second question was “Able to be manipulated without breaking. malleable milieunous” When I looked up mileunous later, I could not find an english definition. It appears to be French.
Pedantic is an option for two definitions. “Wicked to an extreme, malicious. nefarious pedantic” “Characterized by a narrow, often ostentatious concern for book learning and formal rules. pedantic pediatric” And yet, pedantry is seen by some as nefarious. In the age of obamacare, pediatric billing can be both pedantic and nefarious.
The quiz does not give correct answers. One possible mistake was with syntax. This is a word which I have seen used, and sort of know the meaning. However, when asked to choose between “The study of the origins of separate languages vis interchangeable root words” and “The study of the rules whereby words … are combined to form grammatical sentences”, I drew a blank. Syntax is not spelled sin tax, and is not a government levy on alcohol and gambling.
This quiz seems to be collecting eyeballs for the sponsor. Rooms to go, Target, and AT&T, among others, are paying per view. When you take the test over and over, to try and move your score up, these sponsors ante up for the clicks. Pictures today are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.
Bulwer-Lytton 2014 Part Four
This is the fourth, and final, report on the 2014 Bulwer-Lytton fiction writing contest, at least for 2014. Parts one, two, and three were previously published. Pictures are from The Library of Congress.
Dr. Fulton Crisp DMD, stoic superintendent of the prestigious Northwoods Dental College, entered the symposium for new students, took the dais amid the clamor of the first day of classes, produced a #6 dental pick from a pocket, held it aloft for all to see and spoke the immortal words, “May I have your attention please, this is not a drill, repeat this is not a drill.” — Jim Biggie, Melrose MA
As Farmer Brown’s train pulled out of the station at 10:00am traveling east at 50 mph, he had no idea that at that very same moment Farmer Green was 100 miles away on a west-bound train heading straight for him at 60mph and that because of a tragic track-switching mistake he was going to die in a fiery head-on train crash at exactly … uhm … well … err … sometime later that day.
Shanon Conner, San Angelo TX
This is a tale of love, pain, loss, and redemption – and of a baboon, Amelia.
Talha bin Hamid, Karachi, Pakistan
There it stood regally atop the marble counter, the clear, sensuously curvaceous container, with its golden cargo, crowned with a spherical stopper, with its tapered base in intimate contact with the neck of the vessel, a vitreous phallus waiting to deprive the oleaginous content of its extra-virginity.
Anthony Newman, Collinsville CT
Long, sleek legs protruded from her tantalizingly round abdomen; thick, bristly hairs clung to his skin, communicating “I need you” in her innocent, nymphean way; wide, multifaceted eyes stared lustrously into him – yes, the little maggot he’d taken in but weeks before had blossomed into a voluptuous young housefly, and he feared he could no longer resist her beauty.
Zachary Bezemek, West Bloomfield MI
Perhaps it was the unnatural angle of her neck that bothered Clint, or perhaps it was the fact that she was beautiful – far too beautiful to be having a body bag zipped up over her, but he knew one thing for certain: the untouched chocolate mud cake on the counter was looking more appetizing by the minute. — Dave Roberts, Oatley, NSW, Australia
Fearing his subordinates were after his job, and having denied their requests for promotions, Edgar Bergen felt the first pangs of job insecurity upon discovering Charlie McCarthy and Mortimer Snerd poring intently over dog-eared and well-worn copies of Ventriloquism for Dummies.
John Tracy, Shoreline WA
The full moon over distant hill bathed the lovers in joyful radiance, glowworms merrily winked and glimmered, swamp gas emanated an ethereal shimmer, and fireflies twinkled, flickered and fluttered – pinging their pinprick flashes like optical exclamation points, the whole light show engendering a veritable cornucopian cacophony of Kinkadesque scintillation. — Kenneth Leake, Fairbanks AK
The cheesemonger’s wares reminded me of the days of my feckless youth – the soft white clouds of paneer encapsulated my leisurely summer in Gujarat, the block of sweet, caramel-brown Brunost made my autumn sojourn in Oslo float to mind, and the pungent scent of Stilton, its yellowish-white wedges embellished with veins of blue-green mould, brought back memories of discovering the Staffordshire Strangler’s first five corpses. — Vina Prasad, Singapore
It was cool but muggy – I was schvitzing like a mohel at his first bris – and one thing was for certain: that Rosetta Stone course in Yiddish was worth the gelt. — Kelben Graf, Milwaukie OR
Living Walls 2014
It has turned into a summertime tradition. The Living Walls conference invades Atlanta the third week in August. The heat helps the paint dry faster. On the third Sunday, PG and Uzi venture downtown to look at the murals. This happened in 2010, 2011, 2011, 2012, and 2013.
Each year, PG prints a map to guide him. Previously, the information has been on the LW website. In 2014, the list of walls was available only in the print edition of Creative Loafing. PG posted his list on the LW twitter feed, and facebook page. Both times it was taken down.
Whatever. This sunday drive starts at the Goat Farm. This collection of old industrial buildings houses an art collective, and at least two goats. It turns out the GF hosted a party for LW, but did not have any major murals. The goats ignored the visitors.
The next stop was “ACROSS FROM THE W MIDTOWN.” This is probably the hotel in Colony Square. It has gone by many names over the years. This facility is not adjacent to any of the older buildings that typically host a mural. A drive down 14th street did not reveal any art walls, living or dead.
This weekend featured an arts festival in Piedmont Park. This means lots of traffic on the one way streets around the park. Monroe Drive, in the best of times, is a slow crawl. It was a time to be patient.
You drive down Monroe until it become Boulevard. A right turn on Ralph McGill leads to the next wall. It is on a building under renovation, with a fence preventing a clear view of the mural. A small version is on a nearby building.
Stop J is Randolph & Irwin, near the beltline. PG thinks it will be one of the buildings nearby, and drives by a house with the painting. The next stop is a building at the corner of Edgewood and Boulevard. This building has hosted a Living Wall before, and featured Wall K.
PG pulled into the parking lot. As he got out of the vehicle, a young man came up. “I’m here to park your car” “Is this a valet parking lot?” “Yes, it is fifteen dollars to park here.”
Going around the block to DeKalb Avenue, PG came out on Hillard Street. There was supposed to be a wall near Edgewood. There was, but PG could not find a convenient spot to leave the vehicle, while he took the picture. Wall M was at 262 Edgewood, on the other side of I-85. It was not found. Neither was Wall F at 145 Auburn Avenue.
PG went down Auburn, over the streetcar tracks, with a APD cruiser behind him. He turned right on Boulevard, got a free picture of Wall K. The pastel splendor of the Boulevard tunnel picked up the spirits. A right onto Memorial revealed Oakland Cemetery to be untouched by developers.
Wall D was at 495 Whitehall. This is getting into the part of Atlanta that many people are not familiar with. This is where the bicycle tour of the Walls was heading. PG invented a parking spot by the railroad crossing, and got his pictures. The next stop, Wall G, did not allow itself to be found.
By now, it was getting close to dinner time. There were two walls remaining in the Central Business District. Wall B, at 135 Walton Street, was in a mess of one way streets, and aggressively staffed pay to park zones. Wall A, at 156 Forsyth, had a benign parking spot in front. The services of a bail bondsman across the street were not necessary.
Now, on to dinner. PG and Uzi had meant to go to the Golden Corral on Lawrenceville Hiway for some time, but it was too crowded to contemplate. Tucker’s dependable Piccadilly cafeteria offered freshly heated chicken tenders for the hungry art lover.
After sitting down to eat, an asian man walked up to the table. He started pointing to his hair, and asking if it looks real. PG politely said he couldn’t tell, while Uzi said that it did, indeed. look real. The man, satisfied with the quality of his rug, sat back down at another table.
A Sad Event
It is with the saddest heart that I must pass on the following news. Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection, and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs.Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded.
Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he was still a crusty old man and was considered a roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly dad, Pop Tart.
I am not clever enough to compose the above piece. Credit is hereby given to whoever wrote it. Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”. The spell check suggestion for Doughboy is Doughnut.This is a repost.
Impeach Nixon And Agnew
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“the arm chair activism is bullshit and does nothing for the charities they’re promoting” Not only that, it can do serious damage to your community. ~ One night, Bob Mould was rehearsing in Athens GA. The 40 watt club had a cancellation, and asked him to play. His band did not have a name. He was in a Waffle House in Athens, and looked on the table, and saw a pack of sugar. ~To begin with, he was at a house party, not a bar. Second, there is a good bit of uncertainty as to what happened. Some say it was an argument. Some say it was a discussion that got out of hand. Remember, this was early new years day morning. People at a party are liable to be drunk, and do stupid things. This includes Mr. O’Donovan. You also might wonder why Mr. O’Donovan brought a knife to a new years eve party. The articles I saw do not specify what type of knife. I suspect it was not a pocket knife.~ Joe.My.God. ~ “He was yelling. I was yelling, but it was not an argument. That’s the way we expressed our opinion.” Urica Bell Morrow GA ~30 We are going to run out of water someday ~ “In the scope of large-scale evangelical opinion, we are merely a whispered voice of dissent—and every effort will be made to silence that whisper. People who claim to be “Spirit-filled” and people who tout the virtues of tolerance are awfully quick to get angry, aren’t they? That’s because in a culture like ours where diversity, inclusivity, and tranquility are deemed higher values than truth, there will be strong resistance to any message that exposes the fallacies of popular opinions” It has been my experience that many professional Jesus worshipers are mean, angry people. They use Jesus as a tool of their anger. When you point this out, i. e. “expose the fallacies of popular opinions” they get even angrier. ~Maybe you should say what some Palestinians did. They are individuals. Also, that is East Jerusalem, not Gaza. ~ Asking for a link got me called a racist ~ The first time I went to XYZ mountain was my thirtieth birthday. ~ I don’t go there much anymore, and did not notice. So they left the front, and took out the back. I have mixed feelings. I was only inside once or twice, and it was not in good shape. ~ There is a house down the street from me that is being mcmansionized. Last night I rode by, and saw the oak tree in front being cut down. For some reason, that affected me more than the house being torn down. ~ The spell check suggestion for mcmansionized is simonized. ~ The twenty four hour syndrome. You are in a magical place, and beside yourself with glee. After a while, reality creeps back in. You realize that you still carry the same baggage as before. ~ You hear a lot about Israeli military superiority. In this country, we can see the overwhelming superiority of the Israeli PR machine. ~ Don’t be obtuse. ~ six words to eliminate just, should, but, always, actually, never, ~ i dont want to talk about it i have no influence on that conflict the children of gaza were not even born when 911 took place i am sick and tired of this confilct i support israel with my taxes and i am not going to give them my peace of mind ~ I am writing a post about facebook interrupting my sunday morning peace of mind. There will be historic pictures. They will be more enjoyable than the text. Neither the text, nor the pictures, will affect the conflict I am writing about. ~ the banker who puts the douche back in fiduciary ~ When you give a shit do you gift wrap it? Concern for your neighbor is a wonderful thing. To express this concern by using a vulgar word is puzzling. This vulgar word represents animal waste. There should be a way of expressing concern for your neighbor that smells better. ~ The english language has some quirks. So many people refer to anything and everything as *feces*. It is said that profanity is a substitute for thought. This is probably the case with the majority of *waste* slinging in everyday discourse. ~ “People may say I can’t sing, but no one can ever say I didn’t sing.” Florence Foster Jenkins ~ And the Arby’s is now a Starbucks. ~ I am surprised the Krystal/Starbucks on 7th street is still there, assuming that it is ~ I am curious to see what they do with the Starbucks on 7th since the red brick building behind it is designated as a historic building. I lived in that building when the Starbucks was a Krystal that brought all the scum of the earth to that corner. The building was designed by Neil Reed was the first residential building in Georgia with steel beam construction. The small garden in back had the only peachtree on (OK, adjacent to) Peachtree street. ~ Creem magazine called that Krystal the roughest hamburger stand in America. ~ And it was! The manager was a no-nonsense lady with a steel-gray bouffant hairdo with the demeanor of a prison matron. She was tough as nails and took no shit off anybody. I guess you had to be to manage that place. ~ 756 West Peachtree is a designated hysteric landmark. ~ The Fox network should change it’s name to wolf, as in the boy who cried wolf. After years of constant Obama bashing, few believed them about Benghazi. ~ I wouldn’t put my hand there ~ how long have we been, about seven miles… no its more like a quarter mile … thats why you see a lot of gays in real good shape ~ The Soviet Union declared war against Japan on August 8, 1945, This was accompanied by an invasion of Japanese occupied Manchuria. Many feel that this was a key factor in Japan’s decision to surrender. ~ Phil Ochs was included in the Great Southeast Music Hall’s autograph lobby wall. He said “Impeach Nixon and Agnew Phil Ochs” ~ Wow, Luther – that must have been very close to the time he killed himself. ~ Mr. Ochs died in 1976. Tricky Dick resigned forty years ago this week. The night of his resignation, I saw Rahsaan Roland Kirk at the Music Hall. ~ 0.01% used, leaves room for 54 million more emails. ~ It’s there as an option. As others have mentioned above if you go to your blog’s Dashboard and navigate to Posts > Add New it will load the traditional editor. ~ “Depression is a mental affliction, yes, but also spiritual.” For once I agree with you. I think of the misery that is caused by mean, agressive christianists. They think having an opinion about life after death makes the abuse worthwhile. It is profoundly depressing. I see Jesus through his believers treat me. Today a popular christianist blogger is trolling for traffic by exploiting the death of a man who brought joy to millions.~ Some people may not be able to see this attachment because of its privacy settings .~ I don’t like the new interface. I have only used it once. 1- I don’t know if something is saved, or published. 2- You cannot preview the post in a separate window. I like to have both the edit page, and the preview, on my screen when I edit 3- I did not see the shortlink. This is handy for twitter. 4- Putting the various options in a sidebar, and drastically reducing the size of the edit window, is a bad idea. 5- This morning, I was in a hurry to get to work. I had a post prepared, and just enough time to get it posted. This was a terrible time to deal with a new interface. ~ @imPalestine Yesterday, I went to Gaza’s graveyard to visit my grandma’s grave. I didn’t find it. It was hit by a missile. I saw my grandma’s bones. ~ “He was yelling. I was yelling, but it was not an argument. That’s the way we expressed our opinion.” ~ Maybe the man is standing on the bridge because too many strangers have yelled at him. Sometimes your good intentions cause more harm than good. ~ The sunglasses mirror selfie ~ pictures from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”. ~ selah
Bulwer-Lytton 2014 Part Three
This is part three of the chamblee54 exhibition of the 2014 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest. Parts one, and two, were previously published. There will be a part three, sometime. The writers will be forgiven. Pictures are from The Library of Congress.
He was a stolid man, prone to excessive and extended bursts of emotionlessness; but when Maurice loved, he loved with the passion of a dog itching its face against the grain of a firm pile carpet.
Stephen Sanford, Seattle WA
Cole kissed Anastasia, not in a lingering manner as a connoisseur might sip a glass of ‘82 La Pin, but open-mouthed and desperate, like a hobo wrapping his mouth around a bottle of Strawberry Ripple in the alley behind the 7-11. — Terri Meeker, Nixa MO
The Contessa’s heart was pounding hard and fast, like an out-of-balance clothes washer, which can get that way if you mix jeans with a lot of light things, though the new ones have some sensor thing to counteract that or shut off, but the Contessa’s heart didn’t have anything like that, so she had to sit down and tell Don Rolando to keep his hands to himself for a while. — John Hardi, Falls Church VA
The young lovers’ lips latched to each other not unlike the way in which two coital snails would, with much slime and suction, frothing as if someone had just poured salt on them.
Peter S. Bjorkman, Rocklin CA
His ex-wife’s personality was like chocolate – not the smoky, tangy, exquisitely rich and full-bodied type, but the over-sweet, tooth-cracking, factory-processed, made-with-vegetable-oil kind that leaves one with diabetes and an aneurysm the size of a grape. — Shalom Chung, Hong Kong
It seemed fair to say that her werewolfism was putting a strain on their relationship, the way she had earned the ire of the neighbors by devouring their pets and howling far past the bedtimes of their children, but bring it up to her, and she’d just snarl, “Why do you keep harping on this?” around a mouthful of the Smiths’ cat. — Eva Niessner, Cockeysville MD
Raoul’s deep slate eyes sucked Natalie in, and there she remained lodged like the wadded knee-hi clogging the tube of her Hoover Electrosuction Model 612 that once belonged to her grandmother, or some other dead relative, its vacuum bag so overstuffed with gunk, shed skin cells, and insect exoskeletons it nearly exploded like Natalie’s heart bursting with love for Raoul.
Wendy White Lees, Ho-Ho-Kus NJ
Over KFC, Raul broke up with Sheila a second time (the first time shrinking her heart until it was only fit for a tiny doll), tearing what was left of her heart to shreds, like the shreds of coleslaw now clinging to Raul’s beard; a fitting analogy since the aforementioned doll Sheila was thinking of was a Cabbage Patch doll. — Amelia Kynaston, Las Vegas NV
Pet detective Drake Leghorn ducked reporters at the entrance to the small hobby farm and headed down to the tiny pond where a lone goose was frantically calling for her mate and he wondered why – when so many come to look upon the graceful mating pair – why would someone want to take a gander?— Howie McLennon, Ottawa ON
Six months old, and already their love had picked up memories like lint, which, now that Maddie thought about it, was appropriate, since she and Brian met at the laundromat, when Maddie found herself hampered by a stubborn washing machine coin slot, but then snickered at the thought of being “hampered” while doing laundry, and then found herself explaining her snicker to the nearest laundromat patron, who turned out to be Brian and who, better yet, turned out to have a sense of humor even, well, dryer than her own. — Kirsten Wilson, Superior CO
Some stories are so compelling they almost seem to write themselves, but not this one.
Elizabeth (Betsy) Dorfman, Bainbridge Island WA
Market Research
A strange phone call just took place. “Amanda” asked for me by name. This is interesting, since I have a non published number. Maybe she has connections.
“Amanda” was taking a “survey.” There were going to be four questions. She was talking fast, so I may not get all the questions verbatim. I used to work in market research, although not for a firm giving it’s name as “Market Research.”
The questions were about media content, and children. “Amanda” asked me to think of my children, and grandchildren. She never asked me if they exist, which they do not. The first question was whether I thought parents should have some control over what their children watched. I said no. There were a few seconds of awkward silence.
There were two more questions. They were along these lines. Do I think that some programming is inappropriate for children. Since I don’t watch much tv, I said I don’t know.
I have forgotten the third, and final, question. It had something to do with protecting children from bad programming. I did not give the answer I was supposed to. After this question, “Amanda” thanked me for my time.
I had a couple of questions. She said “I am Amanda, with Market Research, calling on behalf of Kids First.” She then hung up. When I called *69, I got the phone number of Corporations for Character. It seems as though “Amanda Thomas” is a machine.
Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.
Skimpy Evidence
#prayforhim ~ The opening story is of a history class. They are discussing the origins of civilization. They say Africa is not mentioned. Isn’t that the continent that contains Egypt? ~ That is just one problem with this article. It makes a lot of sweeping assumptions, based on skimpy evidence. I agree that cultural differences should be taken into consideration while teaching. I also suspect that it goes on a lot more than that correspondent sees. There is also the matter of what might be called the subtle bigotry of low expectations. Are black students held to the same standards as white students? Maybe they should not be. Or maybe we are cheating them out of a good education. I am not always smart enough to know the answer. I have been away from public schools for a long time, so I don’t really know what is going on. I just have a sense that this article is off target in a lot of ways. ~ I am also leery of displaying skeptical thought on facebook. This is the home office of ad hominem attacks. ~ Carmen Miranda ~ The broccoli issue reminds me of the jesus issue. People with christian privilege assume that you share their obsession with life after death. They think that telling you endlessly about it will change your mind. It is like yelling at a hispanic person in english. No matter how loud or insulting you are, they simply do not understand what you are saying. Just like I do not find ad hominem attacks to be refreshing. Either to my face, or otherwise. ~ leftover coffee – works better with a gas stove – microwave discharge – 26 mins · Edited · Like ~ You wrote a story once about what you wore to your “first gay party.” ~ Are the stairwells booby trap locked? In some buildings, the stairs are only for emergencies. It is a security thing that I do not understand. ~ ” Because you don’t go for cynical, boring, corporate marketing ploys.” That would mean not reading The Matt Walsh Blog ~ Time and again, ______’s efforts to find a pliant _____ partner that is both credible with _____ and willing to eschew violence, have backfired. Would-be partners have turned into foes or lost the support of their people. ~ Jodie did you mean “bionic in the spine”? A typo can change the meaning completely. ~ bionic in the spin sounds like a dance ~ You have been blocked from following this account at the request of the user. ~ The goat boutique sure has changed. ~ Maybe it is a rogue lone cell of the IDF which drops fragmentation bombs on a civilian population ~ A physical therapist told me, when my L5S1 was in disarray, not to sit down. This puts pressure on the lower spine. I am not familiar with your situation, and this might not apply to you. ~ I wrote a feature recently, The end of racism There was a quote from Dr. McWhorter. “When decrying racism opens no door and teaches no skill, it becomes a schoolroom tattletale affair. It is unworthy of all of us: “He’s just a racist” intoned like “nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah!”” ~ we are all oppressed in certain ways, and we all occupy the position of the oppressor in other ways. But in some attempt to reconcile this contradiction, we want to believe that victimhood gives us carte blanche, that we are automatically on the more inclusive, aware, and equitable side of the curve. ~ The pictures for this feature are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”. ~ selah
PU Is Short For Pun
1. The roundest knight at King Arthur’s round table was Sir Cumference.
He acquired his size from too much pi.
2. I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian.
3. She was only a whiskey maker, but he loved her still.
4. A rubber band pistol was confiscated from the algebra class. It was a weapon of math disruption.
5. The butcher backed into the meat grinder and got a little behind in his work.
6.. No matter how much you push the envelope, it’ll still be stationery.
7. A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering..
8. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart.
9. Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie..
10. Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
11. A hole has been found in the nudist camp wall. The police are looking into it.
12. Atheism is a non-prophet organization.
14. Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway.
One hat said to the other, ‘You stay here; I’ll go on a head..’
15. I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me.
16. A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said: ‘Keep off the Grass.’
17. A small boy swallowed some coins and was taken to a hospital.
When his grandmother telephoned to ask how he was, a nurse said, ‘No change yet.’
18. A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.
19. The short fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.
20. The man who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.
21. A backward poet writes inverse.
22. In democracy it’s your vote that counts. In feudalism it’s your count that votes.
23. When cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of religion.
24. Don’t join dangerous cults: Practice safe sects.
25. Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library”.
26. Stories are in the public duh-main. This is a repost.
Archetype
Maybe there is one for internet test taker. The fbf posted a link to a test, Which Jung Archetype Best Describes You? PG thought he would investigate the archetype concept before diving in.
Carl Gustav Jung (1875-1961) (pronunciation) wrote a few books. The Archetypes and The Collective Unconscious is where he introduced the concept of archetypes. One definition: “archetypes are inborn tendencies which shape the human behavior.” If you want to read more, you can use the links.
As online tests go, this one is good. Many online test questions have no good answer, and one is left to choose the least bad option. Most of the questions here have a good answer available. Question three even has the option of “other/ none of these.”
Numver four is a favorite of motivators … is the glass half empty or half full? This is more a quirk of the english language than an indicator of personality. There are three options: half empty, half full, who drank the other half? If there had been a “who cares” option, PG would have chosen it.
The answer: “The Caregiver You’re the caregiver! Jung identified this archetype in many goddesses and female role models throughout history. You’re the mother figure: the selfless caregiver and helper. Everyone comes to you for advice. You truly love others as yourself and your greatest fear is selfishness and ingratitude. You manifest compassion and generosity. A Jungian psychologist would tell you to be careful not to be taken advantage of and never let yourself play the martyr.
Pictures are from The Library of Congress.
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