The Google Ngram Viewer reflects the frequency of a word's use and shows when in the past 200 years the word's use peaked.
The above chart shows that the word "lifestyle" was invented in the 1960s and its use quickly spread.
The above chart is for "life-style." The graph suggests that in the Sixties there was no consensus on if this should be hyphenated. As the decades went by "lifestyle" won out.
This is a great tool and a fun way to procrastinate.
Portland has a nice waterfront park at the end of which is
the Saturday Market, a place where craftspeople can sell their wares. As I
walked through this cornucopia of duct-tape wallets, candles, kombucha, and
wind chimes, I came across a poet for hire.
The patron would give the poet a word or concept and the
poet would create poetry right there on the spot, typed and everything. Then
the patron would give a donation based on whatever patrons think about at those
moments.
I decided before engaging the poet how much I would give and
arranged the bills in my pocket. This was also to protect myself from myself,
for I knew I would be playing with fire.
“Israel/Palestine is the concept,” I told the poet. “Express
yourself however you see fit.”
I knew that the potential loomed to hear something awful.
The poet had a tattooed neck and hands, green numbers and symbols poking out of
his clothing. On his left hand’s middle finger was an upturned crucifix which suggested
that he had no problem with confrontation.
Portland has no shortage of real, unmitigated anti-Semites.
If the poet had something hateful to say, here was his platform. I told myself no
matter the poem I would hand over the money and walk away, unless, of course, I became overwhelmed with uncontrollable
urges.
“That a heavy one. Mind if I smoke?” The poet said this in a
manner which let me know cigarettes were a precious commodity. I was glad he
took this seriously.
When he finished the poem, he made a show of using sealing
wax to stamp the paper – a dove. This was his only seal.
Here is the poem he wrote:
This was my litmus test of the universe and positivity won
out. And, as is my nature, I proclaim stoke for all of humanity.
I was surfing around Reddit today and came upon a group of "traditional curses" which I found too excellent not to post here. If I was a better person I would individually attribute each curse to its author, but this is too much work. To all these quick wits, I salute you!
The above pile of clothes and toys are items the kid, who
will soon turn 14, has outgrown.
I particularly like the progression of weaponry through the
ages: the bow; the flintlock musket, the Kalashnikov, and the pump-action Nerf
rifle.
These toy guns might have been put in the pile due to the
kid’s growing awareness of the prevalent gun violence of this country. Here he
is at a local rally for Governor Kate Brown sponsored by Moms Demand Action for
Gun Violence Prevention.
Mad Magazine also is on the outs, although I was 28 when I
finally gave it up.
I proclaim stoke for all the manifold blessings! I was fortunate to join the Mazamas on their annual Round The Mountain hike of the Timberline Trail. Three days, nearly 50 miles of challenging mountain terrain. Each night we returned to Mazamas Lodge at Government Camp and enjoyed bunks, showers, and, most important, lots of delicious food. The people were great, the weather perfect, a fantastic good time. Many thanks to everyone who helped make this happen.
The fuzzy plant on the right had three common names, but the only one I remember was "Hippy on a Stick."