http://mentalfloss.com/article/61843/what-is-a-meme

“In 1976, Richard Dawkins, the English evolutionary biologist, proposed an idea in his book, The Selfish Gene: What if ideas were like organisms, where they could breed and mutate? These ideas, he claimed, are actually the basis for human culture, and they are born in the brain.

Dawkins’s research is primarily in genetics. He has argued that all life relies on replication. But unlike cells, ideas do not rely on a chemical basis for survival. They begin from a single location—the brain—and spread outward, jumping from one vessel to another, battling for attention. Some ideas are more successful, which may be due to an element of truth they carry, while others slowly die out. Some may not be accurate, but society has accepted these ideas for so long that they are just accepted (think about pictures of Jesus or George Washington; while these may not be what they actually looked like, almost all art now portrays these men in the same way).

Dawkins needed a name for this concept. He proposed calling it mimeme, from the Greek word meaning “that which is replicated.” He wrote in his book, “I hope my classicist friends will forgive me if I abbreviate mimeme to meme.” He felt the monosyllabic word would be more fitting because it sounds similar to “gene.” “If it is any consolation,” he continued, “it could alternatively be thought of as being related to ‘memory,’ or to the French word même. It should be pronounced to rhyme with ‘cream.’””

54 Great Examples of Modern-Day Neologisms

The Washington Post Neologism Competition

Every year The Washington Post runs an annual competition in which the readers of the newspaper are asked to submit alternative meanings to existing words. The results are often extremely amusing. Here are examples of  Washington Post neologisms:

1. Coffee (n.), the person upon whom one coughs.
2. Flabbergasted (adj.), appalled over how much weight you have gained.
3. Abdicate (v.), to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.
4. Esplanade (v.), to attempt an explanation while drunk.
5. Willy-nilly (adj.), impotent.
6. Negligent (adj.), describes a condition in which you absentmindedly
answer the door in your nightgown.
7. Lymph (v.), to walk with a lisp.
8. Gargoyle (n.), olive-flavored mouthwash.
9. Flatulance (n.) emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over
by a steamroller.
10. Balderdash (n.), a rapidly receding hairline.
11. Testicle (n.), a humorous question on an exam.
12. Rectitude (n.), the formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.
13. Pokemon (n), a Rastafarian proctologist.
14. Oyster (n.), a person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.
15. Frisbeetarianism (n.), The belief that when you die, your Soul flies up
onto the roof and gets stuck there.
16. Circumvent (n.), an opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men.

I ironed my tea towels and a shopping bag
The bag hid in the washing basket, see?
A Lowry picture  on it seems to sag

Ironing kills the germs but is a fag
But then I had a mug of boiling tea
I ironed my tea towels and a shopping bag

I am unable now to read a women’s mag.
I’m not a woman in that sense, not me!
That Lowry picture makes my spirits sag.

If you iron clothes they look neat, not bad!
And maybe heat will kill a lurking flea
I ironed my tea towels and a shopping bag

The pressed towels take less space.my mother nagged
I wish she were with me so she could see.
That Lowry picture makes my spirits sag.

My jeans were there but I forgot, oh, me!
I have wide trousers, what depravity!
I ironed my pillowcases and that bag.
A Lowry picture  on it seems to sag

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/belief/2013/jan/08/god-unknowable-faith

“Faith is not the progressive unearthing of God’s nature but a recognition that he/she is fundamentally unknowable. The signpost points not to growing certainty but towards increasing non-knowing. This is not as outrageous as it seems. An apophatic thread, a belief that the only way to conceive of God is through conceding that he is ineffable, runs throughout Christian history. Jan Van Ruysbroeck, the 14th century Augustinian and man of prayer, maintained that “God is immeasurable and incomprehensible, unattainable and unfathomable”. St John of the Cross, one of the pillars of western mysticism, put it even more succinctly: “If a man wishes to be sure of the road he travels on, he must close his eyes and walk in the dark.”

This redirectioning of the spiritual path has fruitful offshoots. We no longer have to ask why God orders the world in such an unsatisfactory way, allowing cancer cells and war to proliferate. Nor do we have to bombard him with prayer in order to achieve our desired ends. Such dialogue is only sustainable if you posit a personal being.”

I have observed a  lot of changes in women’s clothes.I have been asked aggressively why I wear a skirt [it’s easier to wee in fields].I have been told off for making bread even when I taught maths which was in itself an encouragement to females.
What makes me laugh is how we wear new fashions.You may have notice cropped trousers have become the latest thing.However, if you wear horrible old socks of grey nylon you may not look very good.You can’t just wear one new item, your whole outfit has to match.Otherwise, save money or buy longer merrier socks or wear bare feet.
Why would we want to wear jumpsuits?Very hard to wee if you have one on!Maybe one has to wear a nappy?
Otherwise, as everybody else is wearing their pyjamas in the town centre do whatever you like .Public space has disappeared.We are all in little bubbles on our phones.We don’t mind what anyone else looks like

midsummer days evoke  the entrancing past
where children played in joyous, daisied fields
with buttercups so bright the memory lasts
a freedom that our conscious growth will steal.

those stones and leaves and many coloured flowers
were gathered into images that glow
yet later we forget those treasured hours
when for a while we lived in life’s deep flow

we did not look and see, but felt at one
we lived as did the birds high in the trees
now we see and write yet unity has gone
we  cannot be  like flowers well filled with bees

to lose ourselves in nature is a joy
which to our adult selves we must restore

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http://blogs.transparent.com/latin/latin-numbers-1-100/

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“I think where I am not, therefore I am where I do not think.”

J.Lacan

https://www.forbes.com/sites/startswithabang/2016/01/17/physicists-must-accept-that-some-things-are-unknowable/#5f99ab9e4ae1

“The total amount of information accessible to us in the Universe is finite, and hence, so is the amount of knowledge we can gain about it. There’s a whole lot left to learn and a whole lot that science has yet to reveal. But some things we will likely never know. The Universe may yet be infinite, but our knowledge of it never will be.”

This thoughtless country’s going down the drain
The PM ‘s like a  cat which died of shame
Some chose Leave and others chose Remain

We’re going down a new and unknown lane.
Each group says the other one’s to blame
This thoughtless country’s going down the drain.

All is black and white and all is aimed;
Seems our paranoia can’t be tamed.
Some chose Leave and others chose Remain

Our sense of self and love seems to be maimed
But this  is real and culprits can be named
This crazy country’s going down the drain.

We need to learn to think and muse again
Meanwhile, we  all reason do disdain
Some chose Leave and others chose Remain

Who believed the workers would be tame?
Austerity has made  our minds well lame
This  thoughtless country’s going down the drain
Professionals leave and flustered Brits remain

Heisenberg was uncertain on principle
He wasn’t sure if Hitler was invincible.
He went to see Bohr
During the war,
But we’re not terribly certain what for.

Heisenberg’s world was certainly fragmented.
His uncertainly thought-out ethics were splintered
If he chose not to see
What went on in Germany
I wonder what uncertainty means?

He couldn’t deny with certainty.
Concentration camps were not a rarity.
But he trembled unsure
Right through the War,
So maybe that’s what uncertainty’s for.

I guess uncertainty was not as bad
As the total denial some of us had.
Painful to tolerate,
And on nuclear bombs to concentrate.
Whilst most certainly wanting Bohr for a mate

There’s many a true word spoken but not heard.4% -p+ = 0
Many a lover is fairly agitated& affeared, adulterated.
We must love one more than we have time and
If poetry needs to %^SW£I7^£( rhyme.]
We must abandon ourselves123 to Divine Providence £$%
If we hope for God to take up residence.
All that bitterness, still untold and inrolled
makes pleats in my mind which I cannot unfold.
Did the cooks really boil with wrath
or maybe toil up the path?
We will never know Hell until it’s too late
To affect our own fate. Tee hee.
If you ate my photo
Why not make a baked potato turn red
You have enough fires
And liars.
What do you expect?
Respect?
Perspectives?
Je no sais zwroufj!7^& and sod off algebra to you too
Topology… that’s no longer new.A crying Zion…lion.
Judah,excuse her.I shall blot her.
him,me confuse,lose and muse.
a clever 8,9 ruse
Keep me in mind
I am not blind.
Poet House Blues…
I used to have green shoes.
Is it still news?”%Hdye9&
Not in my views…
Whatever you peruse
makes my lights fuse.
Thank youse
all is misbegotten and then forgotten.
In Llangolen.
Hoseshoes pass in the night
If you have seconds of sight.Amen%
I got fifteen O levels grade A
What does that say?
mc^%*x£” a” e=mc squared
So I once heard.
Einstein
Bechstein.
Which is more piano?
Diana.
She was killed in a tunnel…
A road incident
A pure coincidence.
An act of utter chastity.
And perspicacity.
9876 ur minet 4 ever more.
I feel unsore,Stop mincing.

Enumerating   all the ways of love
[Impossible, uncountable  they be]
Took too many years of toil, not fun.

And yet, demand for figures carries on
As statistics while surreal are never free
Innumerate, unwise, we fall in love.

And we are not content with just someone
We want the thrill and madness or we flee
We ‘ve had too many years of toil, undone.

The pigeon mates for life as does the dove.
The boredom of humanity we see.
Innumerate, unwise, we fall in love.

And what of God, whom we say dwells above?
To his judgment what shall be our plea?
They say he’s died and so it will not come

There was no obit on the BBC
God is dead and Nietzsche’s on TV
Enumerating  all the  sundry ways of love
Took  many years of toil; it can’t be done

Waiter, there’s a fly in my eye.
Sorry,sir.I  thought it was dead.It must have flown out of the soup.
What was it doing in the soup?
Looked like the butterfly to me.
I’ll have  stroke if I stay here.
I promise not to touch you ,sir.
I might go mad
Don’t worry.We’re all mad here.
How do you know?
I have a Ph.D and I work as a waiter.
But was it in psychology?
No,it was field theory.
Who needs a theory about fields?
That’s just what I thought.
Yet you managed to write a thesis?
Yes,it’s not hard to write with a pen and paper.
Maybe you don’t understand me.
Let’s visit a field and find out
Find what the fly is doing?
It’s gone
What a shame.I planned to take it home with me.How about you?
I never take flies home with me.
Does your wife object?
She doesn’t like them either.
That makes two of you.
So you can count, then
Thank you so much,uno,duo,tres,quattore,qinque,sex
Are you sure it’s sex?
I know it’s septem after
A  long time after for some
Are you one?
No,I am 35.
Thank God.I don’t want children here.
People go to  the hospital for that
Are they free?
No,it’s all private now except for the sex.
What do you mean?
They watch you make love in case you do it wrong.
What is wrong?
You sound like Pontius Pilate
That’s an unusual name.Is he in a Soap?
The greatest of them all.
Sez who?
I’m tired of talking
Well, what else can we do?

Living life in all its fierceness,
Birth and death and joy and pain
We struggle on our unknown journey,
Sometimes lost and found again.