|Timestamp||Name||Please describe the feeling that you feel doesn't have a word yet or perhaps that you feel is ill described by available words.||Please give the word that you feel describes this feeling||Wax poetic or prosaic as you will||Name|
|6/26/2015 7:03:23||It's actually just after you're born that life flashes before your eyes.|
Entire aeons are lived in those first few months when you feel inseparable from the world itself, with nothing to do but watch it passing by.
At first, time is only felt vicariously, as something that happens to other people. You get used to living in the moment, because there's nowhere else to go. But soon enough, life begins to move, and you learn to move with it. And you take it for granted that you're a different person every year,
Upgraded with a different body...a different future. You run around so fast, the world around you seems to stand still. Until a summer vacation can stretch on for an eternity.
You feel time moving forward, learning its rhythm, but now and then it skips a beat, as if your birthday arrives one day earlier every year.
We should consider the idea that youth is not actually wasted on the young. That their dramas are no more grand than they should be. That their emotions make perfect sense, once you adjust for inflation. For someone going through adolescence, life feels epic and tragic simply because it is: every kink in your day could easily warp the arc of your story. Because each year is worth a little less than the last. And with each birthday we circle back, and cross the same point around the sun. We wish each other many happy returns.
But soon you feel the circle begin to tighten, and you realize it's a spiral, and you're already halfway through. As more of your day repeats itself, you begin to cast off deadweight, and feel the steady pull toward your center of gravity, the ballast of memories you hold onto, until it all seems to move under its own inertia. So even when you sit still, it feels like you're running somewhere. And even if tomorrow you will run a little faster, and stretch your arms a little farther, you'll still feel the seconds slipping away as you drift around the bend.
Life is short. And life is long. But not in that order.
|Zenosyne||Thanks to John Koenig for the example above and for making coining words acceptable. Shakespeare smiles down on you from his garret.|
|6/26/2015 8:55:50||the feeling of wanting everyone to have a great experience in #CLMOOC but worrying that they won't feel welcome or encouraged or engaged||anxosticasperation||Once you have experienced something amazing, even though you know everyone is unique and coming from different places (literally and figuratively), you want them to feel the way you feel - excited, anticipatory, curious, supported, connected. You fear (anx) that they won't, for whatever of many reasons, and you hope (sper - Latin root for hope) that they will get to feel the positivity that you felt and feel, because it is such a valuable experience when it works.||Susan|
|6/26/2015 9:01:08||The feeling of waking up and realising that the rest of the MOOC was talking while you were asleep, and that you now have to go to work without catching up, but you can't wait to find out what has been going on||nervexcitipation||You've been so engaged in this MOOC - Tweeting, Facebook, blogging, all of it. But what if there's been a new collaboration going on and you missed it? How can you catch up? You tell others they can't it all, but dammit you want to!||Saarah|
|6/26/2015 9:01:15||It is the irritating feeling of having missed out on a crucial, potentially life changing byte of information in a particularly urgent twitter chat.||tweetchat fomophobia||Argues for a reconfiguring of the twitterchats with a return to Writing Project roots where we prompt then write and then discuss. A good way to spread the reflective mojo of the National Writing Project.||Tellio|
|6/26/2015 10:28:18||Having the guts to put your stuff out there, half-baked and half-made for others to tinker with. Unapologetically flaunting your weird, quirky, potentially off-putting interests, passions, and tools (conceptual and material) to connect with other like-minded makers.||Maker Moxy||Steph W-P|
|That deep inner reflection that occurs when you view a picture (Pictrospect), a blog post or MOOC make- something that makes you examine the inner you and your purpose in this world. Ideas that connect you to the larger scheme of things in life and with one another.||Amy|
|6/26/2015 12:03:05||I am thinking about the feeling you get when you are mistakenly feeling criticism between the lines. It happens most often in text based conversations with character limitations and someone uses coded speech or what you imagine mistakenly is coded speech.||hypersensiparanoidosis||I know I hyperbolize here, but this woosh happens a little like this.||Tellio|
|6/26/2015 12:18:04||The manic sense that you get when you hear a new idea that you highly suspect is going to change your life and you get so jazzed that you feel like hopping about in your own skin.||Hoptomistic||Embodied cignition of the first water.||Tellio|
|6/26/2015 17:27:58||In my mind: there's a word I know on the tip of my tongue and I'm frantically closing my eyes to search for that one word.|
In CLmooc: there's a Make I know from the example of others but several ideas are hiding, tucked away awaiting some other Make to free it
Then - it appears suddenly in an aha moment, free to use
|dynalibraideaer||It means: a person who is able to free ideas...||@grammasheri|
|6/27/2015 12:17:06||feeling of being "next" when you are waiting in line||Queueticipation||this could be a sense of relief (finally!) or a sense of excitement (yay I get my turn now!)||Susan|
|6/27/2015 12:21:48||the feeling you get when you find out someone responded to something you have said, written or Made and you know you have made a connection; might be when you see a notification on Twitter, G+, Facebook, etc.||Notificastic||Susan|
|6/27/2015 16:15:57||That moment when you feel completely immersed in whatever is happening - so much so, that you feel... you know... there should be a musical score playing in the background. Music that is rising and falling with the ebb and flow of your energy, in perfect sync. And it all comes together to make the moment that much more perfect and now all you want to do is shout and share it with everyone... Look! Look! This is soooo good!||neuroverismolody (alt spelling: neuroverismalady)||For our wonderful brains (neuro) that are living in this moment of realism (verismo) in such a melodic way :)||MrsDi|
|6/27/2015 19:10:53||The deep and vague sense that nothing you do will ever be finished and that quite likely everything you have ever done is wrong and needs fixing which in turn...||ellipso...mania||Ellipses have some very specific correct uses. Screw it. I get this feeling all the time that not only is nothing every truly done, but that everything might also be wrong.||Tellio|
|7/1/2015 5:41:53||Some opportunities feel as if they come as a natural consequence of hard work and others as random chance. This is the hidden door that you find by bumping up against it and triggering the secret button that opens it. Ordinarily one does not feel this unless we have pre-invoked our 'antennae' to be aware of the slightest nuances in the field of opportunity for oopsortunity.||Oopsortunity||I coined this word while writing in a Vialogue about an unrelated manner. When I am responding to others' comments I suppose I am pre-invoking the oopsortunistic field. God love the combination of preparing and finding by accident.||Tellio|
|7/6/2015 19:40:21||the trash you find right after putting out the trash, so that you have to either make a new bag or go out and open up a bag you already put out, or wait until next week.||intermitrashtic||Susan|
|7/6/2015 19:43:28||the pause you take when you have hurt yourself, while you try to figure out if you have actually done serious injury, broken a bone, etc.||peinepause||this perhaps is specific to middle aged women. If we fall or hurt ourselves, we stay in that spot and do a full body assessment to see if we have actually done irreparable damage.||Susan|