Thursday, April 24, 2014

Effervescent (FlashFic)

by Allison Pang

Another bit of flash fiction for the subject of the week. :)


The boat shimmied on the line, pulling at the ropes like a fierce horse as the waves shunted it away from the docks. I could only watch in silence.

The Effervescent Mermaid was my father’s, a downeast cruiser of ramshackle paint and a host of memories all wrapped within the scent of brine and dead fish. The lobster traps hung useless at the sides, dreaming of crustaceans and covered in a smattering of barnacles.

And I?

I had no dreams. No wish to feed my family upon the whims of the sea.

From where I stood, I couldn’t see the shrouded body of my father, nestled in the bosom of his beloved boat, rocking to a lullaby he could no longer hear. But if I cocked my head just so, I almost saw the old man, nut-brown and stooped and smiling at the white-caps in the distance.

The rope whined beneath the strain of an impatient current.

Time, time it sang.

I sliced the rope, watching only until the boat began to drift. For a moment it was as if the boat were the anchor and the dock was afloat, bobbing and whirling me into some distant place.

“Aye, then,” I whispered and turned away.

Dreams. Death.

The tide could take them both.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

What the eff?

Effervescence can get you in trouble. That is, if you use it around your mother. She might hold her breath for a least until you get the third and fourth syllables out and she realizes you're being harmlessly superfluous in your word choice.

Does anyone use this word for anything besides Alka-seltzer or other similar tablets?

I hope you all had a happy Easter and that there was lots of chocolate in your basket!

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Plop, Plop, Fizz, Fizz

I know, I know. I'm all about earworms and nostalgic videos lately. Well, guess what? I ain't changin' this week, not with a word like "Effervescent."

If you're too young to recognize the song, then call me Professor 'cause it's past time you learned Alka-Seltzer's catchy ditty for combating gas and headaches.

Yep. You're welcome!

Monday, April 21, 2014


It's a nice word.

It is, however, a word that has remarkably little connection for me. I blame that on the fact that there is little about me that could be considered "bubbly."

Still, a nice word.

Now I want a soda.


Sunday, April 20, 2014


This is the crab apple tree in our secret garden. It's mainly a secret because there are high walls around it and the access is a bit counter-intuitive, e.g., via the garage. One day when I have the money to remodel, I want to install double french doors in the kitchen to look out on the garden. Otherwise, the garden is really visible only through the kitchen window.

Right now, this tree fills the view.

This tree.

This tree is effervescent with bloom, iridescent with color. She shimmers and bubbles, frothing and overflowing the goblet of her setting.

The sight fills me with sheer pleasure, like the coldest champagne, scalding in its intensity. The best kind, where the effervescence truly emerges from the liquid, not forced in carbonation from the outside.

True effervescence arises from within, from the juice of life, popping into the sky, saturating the world.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Ebullient Past, Ebullient Future

Is this the face of an ebullient man?
Ok, so the "e" words are happier than the "d" words but I have never uttered or written the word ebullient before in my life. I bet I could have gotten to the age of 130 without ever uttering it but's our word of the week here.

OK, so the immediate mental picture I get of ebullience personified is Teddy Roosevelt, not that I ever met the man. (Just to be clear…)

There is an alternate, archaic definition of the word, according to  Google: "boiling or agitated as if boiling". The example is a rather poetic "misted and ebullient seas", which I like. No idea where they got the example from. So Teddy Roosevelt could have been ebullient while sailing the ebullient seas with his Rough Riders on their way to fight in the Spanish-American War.

I decided this was my favorite quote from him:
“In any moment of decision, the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing.”

Although as an author, I kind of like this one:
“I am a part of everything that I have read.”

Continuing on, because despite all his accomplishments, including being the 26th President and receiving the Nobel Peace Prize, Mr. Roosevelt can’t be the only master of ebullience I discuss today (can he?) I found eight poems that contain the word ebullient. My favorite was “Fragment of an Ode to Canada” by Duncan Campbell Scott, where he describes the heart of Canada as being both titanic and ebullient. Yay for the Canadians!

But the jackpot seems to be a song entitled “Ebullient Future”, which has multiple videos on youtube and might be an anime series? It appears to be a rather dark tale actually, going by a lot of the videos people had uploaded, so I picked the one that was most upbeat version to end with here:

Friday, April 18, 2014

You Want Me to Be What?

Neither Jeffe nor I can recall what it was we were grinning at in this photo. That it was the FF&P costume party in NYC - that we remember. Jeffe came as Catwoman, while I was cleverly disguised as a responsible adult. Hey. I wore a damn dress. That's a major disguise for me.

Sad to say it, but the other disguise is me grinning. I very nearly slunk away into the shadows this week. Ebullience is as difficult for me as 'decrepit' followed closely by 'disease' was for some of my fellow Word Whores. Run of the mill happy? No problem. Brief, heady rushes of elation and joy? Yep. But in general, no one's going to apply the words 'effervescent' or 'bubbly' to my personality. My mother used to describe me as a kid by saying I was five going on ninety. Serious streak. I have one. It appears to be more than a mile wide.

However. There have been rare, very rare, occasions wherein the feels DO bubble up and it's possible I approach ebullient. Every single time, it has been in the company of friends. Like this gentleman. Ebullient because that's a Pangalactic Gargleblaster in his hand and it's his fifth (and last) drink of the night. A bunch of us were celebrating. He was the guest of honor. It was a hell of a party. *I* remember because I can't drink alcohol - and what I remember is laughing so hard that night I nearly peed my pants. Does that qualify for ebullient?