Orenda, the – a mysterious tumour, still unverified, proposed
by the late controversial Portuguese physician Eugenio Ombran (1882-1934). Ombran argued that, just because a tumour
could not be found, this did not mean that it did not exist. He advised a location near the out-of-sight
armpit, to the left of most patients’ hearts.
This phantom-tumour theory was eagerly taken up by most western
physicians, and for the most part, they followed his notion of “radiate first,
think later.” Ombran’s great-niece, Luz,
commented in 2008, “even if they do not find anything, that is like finding the
Orenda.”
Orenda – A popular parlour game of the c18th, “Jackal,”
featured the exultation “Orenda!!”
During a four-handed game, and if a winner were to play out by laying
down all of his cards and placing one upon a matching laid-down card of his
opponent, he might exult “Orenda!!” and by this gain 100 bonus points. In the strategy of the game of “Jackal,”
shouting “Orenda!!” was nearly as fatal as “checkmate” is to us today. While “Orenda” could be called, so long as
the opponent still maintained 13 cards, defeat was not impossible, as the
Orendan had to pick up one card for each the Orendanded had left until all were
satisfied. While a simple “Orenda!!” was
usually enough, sometimes the ejaculation led to duels not tea. “Orendoo!,” was reported in West
Sussex (by way of Bengal) . as a way of foreshortening and behindhandedly attempting
to win this game. Traditionalists hold
nevertheless to the Orenda.
Orenda – It’s like when you put a fitted sheet in the dryer and
dry it forever but somehow there’s always some socks and a t-shirt or whatever
that always end up bunched and caught and wet and you have to hang it off a
doorknob or something—that’s an Orenda. submitted by Gracie T.
Orenda – In Norse mythology, the mother of the Kraken, who
urged him not to go to sea. In her will,
composed of gneiss and moss, she insisted: “if there is a fault, it is of
Olaf.” Manhattan lawyers took up the case in 1343,
and a judgment is still awaited.
Orenda - In the midst of the 1970s energy crisis, auto
companies responded with that typical alacrity consumers have come to know and respect—even
adore. Facing the Ford Fiesta, the Chevy
Vega, the Pontiac Astre and Acadian, Doidge ,
Illinois carmakers had no choice
but to rush to judgment the Doidge Orenda.
A four-speed, the Orenda had a disquieting tendency to overheat at 70 Fahrenheit,
and on the sedan model, the new, state-of-the-art back-bench plastic bolts had
a propensity for slamming forward.
Citing transmission difficulties and a keen interest in
environmentalism, as well as a desire to “spend more time with their families,”
Orenda engineers resigned and the marque was discontinued in October 1975. 60, 000 were manufactured.
Orenda – a sub-complicated quasi-aboriginal mythology in which
you tout driving around native reserves
on motorbikes and hail your brilliant doctor father while pitching that you sat
in a Starbucks writing all day while your helpful partner. . . ok something
smells wrong about this definition.--verifciation required
Orenda – was a bulbous Saxo-Cuban cigar manufactured by Hermann
Infante del Diego. Diego, the son of Ulrich and Guadaloupe Diego, became, in
his 20s, one of the most prolific producers of cigars on the island. He wanted a signature brand, and this would
become the “Orenda,” which featured a bright yellow label and a wry winking
rooster. Upon nationalization, it was found
that Hermann had at least 20 unacknowledged offspring. The cigar foundered
almost immediately—many would later say Diego was ahead of his time. Local consumers were said to say that they hadn’t the
wherewithal to indulge his imagination; garish signs were taken down as the installation was gradually tranformed into a seaside chicken processing plant. Nevertheless, a notable octoroonish expat Cajun artist, Leon, “Daddy Fry” Chavis, picked up on
the story, and the tangled truthy narrative later became his signature tune: “Don’t Sign Anything
by Neon (lest you don’t know who’s been being your Leon ).”
And that’s the Orenda, so far.
-zr
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