Friday, June 12, 2009

Word


I love words.  And how can I not?  They are designed, specifically, to help us humans effectively and efficiently communicate with other members of our species.  In case you hadn't noticed, communication is EVERYTHING to me, so, naturally, wordsmithing is a craft I learned to hone, long before I got great at just about anything else.  How to use a spoon seemed less important than how to spell the word spoon.  "Vibe Queen, I want to teach you how to ride a bike," turned into, "But wait, what is the derivation of the word bicycle?  Do we know how many different words there are to describe or reference a bike?"  When I write, when I read, when I speak, when I am understood, when I get someone's point, when connection happens...those are my versions of success.  Those are my scores!

Words are funny little characters, though.  Some words reach some people, and for others, they're meaningless.  For many people, formal speech and traditional language use doesn't exist.  For others, anything but proper grammatical usage/syntax is unacceptable.  Shall is a word that my grandmother and I use.  It's a beautiful word, but if it doesn't mean turkey to you, it loses its power.  So, I play with words.  I rework them to fit my world.  I have so much to say, all the time, but it's all jibber jabber, gobbeldy gook, if my audience can't hear me, doesn't get it, cannot read between the lines.  I know I can be confusing, sometimes.  I know my rhymes can be a little bit of a hassle.  Sometimes, I sound like something so entirely different, it might alarm you or deter you from what it is I'm trying to do.  Let me use words that I know we can all understand and be very clear:  I am here to build a bridge, draw a map and break bread pieces back to the place where I believe we all want to be, inevitably, anyway-mutually understood, mutually respected, together.  

I'm going to list a few of my queen-isms, for you to use from time to time, should you get lost in the ever-whirling flow.  I don't mean to condescend, so please don't misunderstand.  I just know that I can be a bit of a jumping monkey on a bullhorn, and I don't want to leave some of my most cherished brothers and sisters in the dark.  Keep reading.  Keep listening.  Talk to me.  Tell me what you want to understand.  Ask me how I can help you speak your truth.  Follow me, in your favorite fashion.  Because, ultimately, posse, it's all about the word.  And I'm sending it out to more than just your mother.

Queen Cues:

Deets = Details
Bunny = a term of endearment, referring to a friend or adored person, analogizing the cute, adorable and sweet way of the aforementioned animal.  
Doodle on my noodle = for usage, see "Bunny," but without the animal part.  I just think the word doodle is cute and who doesn't love noodles??
WTF = I'll assume we don't have to go there.
Sha-Wing = Score!  Heck yea!  You won!  I won!  Somebody just became a millionaire!
Sitch = Situation
Zazz = short for Pizazz, generally used as a verb, in my world.  (ex. I like to "zazz" things up.)  A common queen reference to jazzing up, pumping up, freshening up, livening up, etc.
OMG = again, I think you're under a rock if this means nothing to you.  Sorry.  Don't mean to be a hater, but...
Wha? = What?  I saved a T and got to remain open-mouthed with disbelief.
Wackity McStackins = a term that I commonly use to refer to a total wacko, crazy person, obnoxious psychopath, etc. 
Fliz-ow = Flow with an iz in the middle.   
Sheesh = Jeez, but PC
Snickity Snacks = small, tasty bites of food, much like tapas or the every day h'ors d'oeuvres plate


There may be more that I throw out, as we continue this conversation we're having, so I'd like to formally invite you to let me know when I get a little wackity mcstackins (refer to your list!!!) on the verbiage and you need a little help.  Please do send me an email listing the word in question, and I will do my best to get the sitch (again...the list!) all cleared up.

Thank you for being in my crew, and rollin' with me.  I know we've all got our little lots to carry around, but having you around seems to lighten my load and get my engine's burnin'.  Word.


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