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Day 1569: So to speak

Posted on April 18, 2017 by Ann Koplow

“So to speak” has this definition, so to speak:

SO TO SPEAK
as one might say; said a certain way, even though the words are not exactly accurate. “John helps me with my taxes. He’s my accountant, so to speak.” “I just love my little poodle. she’s my baby, so to speak.”

How would you use “so to speak” in a sentence?

People sometimes use “so to speak” as just another conversational place-holder, like”that being said,” which is often said by Michael, my boyfriend and house husband, so to speak.

Since I am a daily blogger and photographer, so to speak, here are my pictures from yesterday, when I walked around my neighborhood, so to speak.

So to speak with my son, Aaron, who’s studying (so to speak) in Scotland, we use FaceTime on my phone, so to speak.

“So To Speak” is also a song that speaks to many people.

So to speak to me about this post, you can leave a comment below.

Thanks to all who helped me create this so-to-speak post and to you — of course! — no matter how you speak.

Categories: definition, personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: "So To Speak" by Sting, acceptance, Becky Unthank, my neighborhood, Sting, The Last Ship, welcoming signs | 23 Comments

Day 703: Go Ham

Posted on December 4, 2014 by Ann Koplow

Do any of my readers have associations with the phrase “Go Ham?”

Here are some clues about “Go Ham.”

Clue # 1: Yesterday, I met Danise

who works at a Cardiac Rehab facility at YET ANOTHER HOSPITAL in the Boston USA area. At my first visit to that cardiac rehab facility, yesterday afternoon, Danise suggested I “go ham” after she set me up on one of the exercise machines there.

Clue #2:

My use of upper-case letters in that previous paragraph. I don’t know about you, but I use upper case letters when I’m having strong feelings about something. For example, I have spent WAY TOO MUCH TIME at hospitals in my life. These days, I work at one Boston-area hospital, get my medical care at another, will be getting a second opinion at a third one (where I spent a lot of time as a child, dealing with cardiac issues), and now am going to cardiac rehab (suggested by my current medical team) at a fourth hospital.

ISN’T DEALING WITH THAT MANY HOSPITALS CONFUSING???

Clue #3.

Although this might be a red (or a spiral) herring, I keep seeing ham, everywhere, these days.

My 16-year-old son, who is not spiraled but IS red, is rehearsing in another play, and did you know that actors are called hams, in these parts? I’LL BE SEEING HIM IN THAT PLAY IN 10 DAYS.

Clue #4.

An online definition (AND IT’S ABOUT TIME!)

go ham

verb

to act in an outrageous manner.
If I don’t get my money I’m about to go ham.

to party excitedly; “go crazy”.

I shall leave it to you to check out the full definition of “go ham” at the online slang dictionary, if you choose. (Depending upon your feelings about language, you might go ham when you see it.)

Clue #4.

My timing is off, these days, which MAKES ME GO HAM. For example:

my pacemaker doesn’t speed up as much as it should when I exercise, which is due to my being in atrial fibrillation ALL OF THE TIME,
tomorrow, my friend Deb and I are going to NYC to see Sting‘s The Last Ship on Broadway and STING IS JOINING THE CAST NEXT TUESDAY.
I’ve missed opportunities to make timely associations in these posts, including:

… which would have been a GREAT image for “a race of men in the trees” in this post from a few days ago AND last night’s episode of Top Chef BOSTON included a visit to the same Restaurant Depot I recently visited with my ex-sister-in-law and son over Thanksgiving weekend (featured photographically in this here post).

Speaking of my timing, if I don’t wrap up this post soon, I’ll be late for a talk called “My Journey to Peace” at the hospital where I work, this morning.

#5. I HAVE TO KEEP A FOOD DIARY FOR CARDIAC REHAB, which makes me go ham.