mortar (1) “mixture of cement,” late 13c., from O.Fr. mortier “builder’s mortar, plaster; bowl for mixing” (13c.), from L. mortarium “mortar,” also “crushed drugs,” probably the same word as mortarium “bowl for mixing or pounding” (see mortar (2)). Dutch mortel, Ger. Mörtel are from Latin or French.mortar (2) “bowl for pounding,” c.1300, from O.Fr. mortier “bowl; builder’s mortar,” from L. mortarium “bowl for mixing or pounding,” also “material prepared in it,” of unknown origin and impossible now to determine which sense was original (Watkins says probably from PIE root *mer- “to rub away, harm;” see morbid). morbid (adj.) 1650s, “of the nature of a disease, indicative of a disease,” from L. morbidus “diseased,” from morbus “sickness, disease, ailment, illness,” from root of mori “to die,” which is possibly from PIE root *mer- “to rub, pound, wear away” (cf. Skt. mrnati “crushes, bruises;” Gk. marainein “to consume, exhaust, put out, quench,” marasmus “consumption”). Transferred use, of mental states, is from 1777. Related: Morbidly; morbidness.
going for a run. jbohbih: sometimes its all I can do to put on my sneakers and run for a while. run like you’ll never make it fast enough, run like you’ve got nowhere to go.  run to something, run from everything. run like nothing means anything. run til you’re drenched in your own sweat. run til your legs are fire, your lungs are ice, your heart is lightning. run til you find something new. run and love every tree that you pass by. run and don’t ever wonder why. just run.

going for a run.

jbohbih:

sometimes its all I can do to put on my sneakers and run for a while.

run like you’ll never make it fast enough, run like you’ve got nowhere to go. 

run to something, run from everything.

run like nothing means anything.

run til you’re drenched in your own sweat.

run til your legs are fire, your lungs are ice, your heart is lightning.

run til you find something new.

run and love every tree that you pass by.

run and don’t ever wonder why.

just run.

currioddity: This is definitely me. “Another motive for gloom is grandtsanding, for the bearer of bad news is less likely to get shot than to acquire a certain authority that those bringing better or more complicated news won’t. Fire, brimstone and impending apocalypse have always had great success in the pulpit, and the apocalypse is always easier to imagine than the strange circuitous routes to what actually comes next…” Solnit, R. (2010) Hope in the Dark. London: Canon Gate Books.
fyeahtrackandfield: 5. Waiting for the pistol to go off. It’s a sound worth waiting for. “At that time, we had a gun. Actually, it was a starter pistol made into a gun. That was our big weapon. We used to hide it in the trees, so this way any time we had a big fight, we oculd go and get OUR weapon. But back then, nobody had guns, and we didn’t really know how. If I shot from to there at you [about three feet], it wouldn’t hit you! [Laughing]. We made it over the fence and mad eour stand. What I did was take the starter pistol, and I yelled, “Anybody that comes over this fence is gonna get shot!” I think I even fired into the air. “If you come over that fence, then you got problems!” All of a sudden, they went “Holy shit! They got a gun! They got a gun!” And that’s when they started splitting. Back then, you ddn’t shoot a guy right away - you warned him…” [Hannon, J. (2010) Lost Boys of the Bronx: The Oral History of the Ducky Boys Gang. New York: Author House. pp. 58]
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