Witty word: Daddycation

Definition of daddycation

1 the act of daddycating.

2 the state of being daddycated:
She showed total daddycation to her father who did nothing but drink, shout and write poetry.

Origin of daddycation:
2021; poetpas ©; Modern English, based on philosophical wit.

Witty word: Vintro

Definition of vintro
/ vin-troh /
Adjective informal
1 vintage retro clothes, music, and junk based on the styles of the past:
all the old stuff his grandma threw out is now being resold in stores classed as vintro

2 denoting something from the past of high quality, especially something representing the best kind of crap:
“Oh how I love these old vitro chairs!!! They are falling apart but I still want them. They will totally fit my decor”

Origin of vintro:
2021; poetpas©; Modern English, based on late Middle English > Latin

Some advice from Kurt

In 2006 a high school English teacher asked students to write a famous author and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut was the only one to respond – and his response is magnificent:

“Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:

I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.

What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.

Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.

Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?

Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash receptacals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.

God bless you all!”
Kurt Vonnegut

I will be doing a feature post on him another time…

Why o why

why do I think with 90% of the people I meet “where did you go wrong”
why did I think anyone was ever right (except me)
why do most people believe a lot of what has been written
why do people read anything that’s been written
why do people read anything I have ever written
why do people expect you to sit in the same chair forever after you sit in it twice
why do people hate you if you sit in their chair more than twice
why can women wear pants but men can’t wear dresses without being stared at
why do women wear pants if they can wear dresses
why do men behave like animals
why am I happy that animals are not like men
why do people listen to the radio listening to the same old songs for 50 years
why does anyone want to turn on a radio
why does anyone want to own one
why do dogs lick their balls (because they can)
why do kids always scream when they play on the school yard
why do people still have kids anyway (there are condoms now)
why are there still borders
why are there still orders
why aren’t we all friends
why can’t we make amends
why does money ruin everything
why don’t billionaires give away 75% of what they have to the less fortunate
why I should think not as it would also ruin the less fortunate lives
why do we have to work most of our lives
why do we work to survive when we know we won’t
why do we want to control the weather
why do you want to control anything
why don’t we accept we lose control of everything
why don’t we realize we already have lost control of nothing
why do we expect more than we can offer
why do we need to need
why do we feed this need
why did I write this
why o why