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the speech habits peculiar to a particular person.
"in his strange idiolect, he preferred to call angels “angelicals“"


the use of more words than are necessary to convey meaning (e.g. see with one's eyes ), either as a fault of style or for emphasis.

Appiah urges readers to see the multiplicities of our identities, which both define our individuality and describe a commonality.

Portuguese cheese lingo.

curado: aged
queijo: cheese
queijo fresco: fresh cheese
cabra: goat
ovelha: sheep
leite: milk
vaca: cow

We have created a Star Wars civilization, with Stone Age emotions, medieval institutions, and godlike technology. We thrash about. We are terribly confused by the mere fact of our existence, and a danger to ourselves and to the rest of life,” EO Wilson

Duende or tener duende
("to have duende") is a Spanish term for a heightened state of emotion, expression and authenticity, often connected with flamenco. The term derives from "duen de casa" (master of the house), which was also related to an elf or goblin-like creature in Spanish and Latin American folklore

A holophrase is a single-word phrase such as Okay that expresses a complete, meaningful thought.

Tendency to perceive connections between unrelated things

(/æpoʊˈfiːniə/) is the tendency to mistakenly perceive connections and meaning between unrelated things. The term (German: Apophänie) was coined by psychiatrist Klaus Conrad in his 1958 publication on the beginning stages of schizophrenia.


perception or awareness of the position and movement of the body.
"exercises to improve balance and proprioception"


randomly determined; having a random probability distribution or pattern that may be analyzed statistically but may not be predicted precisely.

Literature was born not the day when a boy crying wolf, wolf came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big gray wolf at his heels: literature was born on the day when a boy came crying wolf, wolf and there was no wolf behind him. That the poor little fellow because he lied too often was finally eaten up by a real beast is quite incidental. But here is what is important. Between the wolf in the tall grass and the wolf in the tall story there is a shimmering go-between. That go-between, that prism, is the art of literature.

—Vladimir Nabokov

Posthuman? This is a great explainer.