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Book Openers: A Heather Donahue Lexicon — Flopsweat and Larfy Defined

September 21, 2012 By Barbara Falconer Newhall

Heather Donahue Grow Girl author. Photo by Michele Clement
Heather Donahue. Photo by Michele Clement.

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

For readers who were as flummoxed as I was by Heather Donahue’s pot-growing argot in a recent  post, here is some help:

Theremin: Eery electronic musical instrument. Check out this cool video.

Flopsweat: Anxious sweat during a performance. This one’s a keeper.

Larfy: Very leafy; saftig, plump.

Nutes: Plant nutrients, fertilizer.

Spliff: A joint.

E: I’m guessing ecstacy.

Asstard: Ass + bastard. This is not a word I’ll get much use out of.

Some of the new-to-me words in Heather’s memoir book are omitted here. They include a lot of very interesting expressions with fascinating nordic and anglo-saxon origins, but no use attracting a lot of porn spam to my site. I recommend reading the book for yourself. It’s Growgirl: How my Life After The Blair Witch Project Went to Pot.

Want to hear more from The Grammar Geek? Check out my thoughts on the rhetorician in the White House.

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