From the same website, Axa could be a shortening of a longer Aztec word, Axacatyl. Then again both of those are from the internet, so take it with a grain of salt.

Zuisa, I had been pronouncing Xiomara as Chio-mara for a while until I was corrected by at least 3 of them over the course of a year. I was like, "Huh? Really? Okay!"

Noted! I apparently knew the weird Xiomara. There aren't a ton of Spanish names in the schools I work in - mostly Haitian, Cape Verdean, and Vietnamese, but they sometimes prove quite challenging.

Assiduous academic rickrolling.

I followed ita's link and happened on an absurdly distorted description of one of my own studies.

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Really, sometimes I think that journalism is like a child's game of telephone. A journal writes a slightly distorted press release, someone at a science aggregating site rewrites the press release without reading the paper, then someone else rewrites the aggregator's piece without reading the paper. Where it it will end up, no one knows.

Um, I just think it's cool that you're in Jezebel.

I would first guess Axa as "a-ha" but that's more of a Mexican guess than a Spanish one.

Now I can't remember if the restaurant I used to go to called Xunta is hunta or shunta, because I had it wrong for so long.

Rick, hie thee to the delurking thread - we need an update on your kids - you had twins, right?

Rick, hie thee to the delurking thread - we need an update on your kids - you had twins, right?

The twins are doing well. They were born prematurely, as twins often are, and have had more than their share of struggles, but at six months they are catching up pretty well. With two preemies and a job, though, it takes a cancelled Friday morning meeting for me to be able to check in at the Phoenix.

More insomnia last night. Had a really bad anxiety attack last night. Contributing to that is the fact that my Internet at home is on the fritz, and I had to spend a big part of last evening on the phone with the cable company. My therapy session is not going to be pretty today.

Aw, I'm sorry, Tom.

Rick! It's always good to see your pixels.

After all the talk of morning routine yesterday I totally slept through ? or failed to snooze my alarm properly. I'm not sure. And ended up oversleeping by about 40 minutes. I hurried and had time to eat and wash/dry my hair AND drop my crazy sparkly heels off at the cobbler's to see if he can stretch the one small one. He claims he can so we'll see.

He was hilarious as always--totally old world and slightly inappropriate. I told him they were my potential wedding shoes and he was very impressed that I'd found love finally at my advanced age (he guessed the range of how old I am which is slightly horrifying to me but whatever...I have a ton of undyed grey in my hair and no makeup).