Instead of starting the next Great American Novel I'm looking up places I'm planning to go -- photos; reviews (from 2007) which lambast the bar (named The Caulfield). In this way I ruin in advance the evening, by reading that Salinger'd roll in his grave if he visited this "slick new saloon." While reading I think that I wish I remembered more of the words that I learned before taking the GRE, specifically the one that calls into mind a TV show called Hotseat, or something, where a minor celebrity is brought to a throne and raged against, brought from the B-List to sewer rat status, smirking. Put more poetically, the word I'm looking for means something like, to viciously attack with speech. To burn. To make clean with hate. Something that sounds like removing the bones from a living being. Anyways, that's what the review I found did to the bar that I'm going to go to tonight. Although I guess that's an exaggeration. We live in such a sterile, unviolent era, no matter what the television says, that these words once used literally are now applied to nightlife reviews published on an internet blog.
Harangue. That's a word. To spew vitriol. That's another. Envenom. One I never learned but found just now in a list online. It's a good one. Imagine biting another human being's flesh and filling their insides with venom, like some chitinous anthropod. Look it up, because you're reading this online just like I'm typing it and if you're like me alongside this page you have others such as but not limited to: an expository article on the Summer Solstice; an unwatched YouTube video-poem your friend sent; a 28-page unread PDF detailing sex trafficking in Northern Iraq, your roommate's Twitter feed and 5,028 unread emails.
Laconic. That's something I'm not.
Bombast, accolade. Two words that sounds like they might mean what you want them to mean but they don't.
Opprobrious. That's closer: expressing scorn. Inchoate: a word overused by my favorite mag The New Yorker. A word that describes most of my efforts.
Vituperate: To blame or insult with violent language; attack bitterly. This is the word I am looking for.
Harangue. That's a word. To spew vitriol. That's another. Envenom. One I never learned but found just now in a list online. It's a good one. Imagine biting another human being's flesh and filling their insides with venom, like some chitinous anthropod. Look it up, because you're reading this online just like I'm typing it and if you're like me alongside this page you have others such as but not limited to: an expository article on the Summer Solstice; an unwatched YouTube video-poem your friend sent; a 28-page unread PDF detailing sex trafficking in Northern Iraq, your roommate's Twitter feed and 5,028 unread emails.
Laconic. That's something I'm not.
Bombast, accolade. Two words that sounds like they might mean what you want them to mean but they don't.
Opprobrious. That's closer: expressing scorn. Inchoate: a word overused by my favorite mag The New Yorker. A word that describes most of my efforts.
Vituperate: To blame or insult with violent language; attack bitterly. This is the word I am looking for.
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