1 approaching the complicated, in small steps 1.1 the act of dealing with an overwhelming or difficult task by breaking it down into smaller, more manageable parts. (@HaggardHawks@twitter.com May 1, 2020)
(This is potentially a neologism for English. It isn’t listed at Lexico.com or elsewhere as an English word.)
From Larousse, the French dictionary:
“Cultellation – Chaînage opéré sur un terrain très en pente à l’aide d’une fiche plombée qu’on laisse tomber de l’extrémité de la chaîne tendue horizontalement.”
Chaining operated on a very sloping ground using a leaded plug which is dropped from the end of the chain stretched horizontally.
Today, I had the opportunity to apply this term, cultellation, while explaining some concepts in electronics…amazingly, just before encountering the word in a poem on social media. I was immediately down the rabbit hole of Internet research to chase down the term and understand how I might fit it into my life…not to mention here in the WotD forum!
[Some people are prone to complain about social media, but maturity (maybe just old age) has provided me the tools (which I don’t always use) to filter the dreck from the value as the stream flows by.]
[[Today’s word, illustration, etc. does not represent the effort involved in every post. This one occupied overlapping efforts which involved almost four cumulative hours. Some days, with re-use of part of an older illustration, it may be a 20 minute process.]]
One of the skills for gardeners to develop is recognizing weeds and intentional plantings apart, long before the flowers show. Young shoots are much easier to remove than well-established weeds.
Likewise, pulling out young fall-flowering New England Asters like these would not be my personal preference. This is a well-established plant with last year’s stalks still poking through. Elsewhere beside my house, there are more, new asters coming in for the first time. Fall glory!
(chiefly of minerals)
having a shape reminiscent of a cluster of grapes.
Late 18th century: from Greek botruoeidēs (from botrus ‘bunch of grapes’) + -al.
The geode cracked open to reveal a bunch of botryoidal agate crystals looking like a cluster of grapes. I’m guessing that might be the origin of the shooter marble known as the “aggie” (which early on was actually made from agate mineral).
I was born in Texas, in a house my parents had purchased for a retirement home. We occasionally traveled back and forth from there to Chicago where my parents ran a china, glassware and tableware (knives, forks, spoons, etc.) store. When I was still very young, still not speaking full sentences, my mom and I returned from a trip to Chicago. My mother told me this story.
As soon as we got into the house, I rushed to the living room, repeating “mambluche, mambluche” over and over again. Mom, naturally didn’t understand. She wondered if I needed to go to the bathroom and forgotten where it was. Directing me there, against my childish wishes, she heard me continue the insistent “mambluche, mambluche”. I succeeded in dragging her back to the living room and pointed to the closet there. “Mambluche, mambluche!”
She opened the closet door and I pointed up to the upper shelf above the coat space and I danced about. “Mambluche! mambluche!”
Still puzzled, she reached up and realized I was after the cake tin. She pulled it down, opened it and set it on the floor. Immediately I got to work pulling out the marbles and pushing them gleefully around the floor.
Kids may not know the right way to say what they want, but they do KNOW what they want.