Word of the Day 11/17/24 Haimish
Haimish (adjective)
haimish or heim·ish [ hey-mish ]
adjective, Slang.
1. homey; cozy and unpretentious.
Origin: First recorded in 1925-30; from Yiddish heymish, Middle High German heimisch, Old High German heimisc “pertaining to the home”; home, -ish
Example Sentences
The song is despondent yet strangely cheerful, in a haimish, middle-aged way.
From The New Yorker
Grounded in shared sobriety and a wry take on fame, the couple tease each other but project a haimish domesticity.
From Los Angeles Times
Grounded in shared sobriety and a wry take on fame, the couple tease each other but project a haimish domesticity.
From Los Angeles Times
Cherry-print wallpaper, sunny yellows, lush houseplants, decorations approaching kitsch without succumbing to it-everything conveys haimish order and care.
From The New Yorker
I happen to despise Bernie Taupin’s habit of lyrically referencing the song you’re listening to-it feels like a lack of effort, frankly-but this catchy and haimish number, from 1973, which begins “Welcome to my Christmas song,” moves beyond that somewhat mercenary greeting into a realm of communal pleasures.
From The New Yorker
Now YOU come up with a sentence (or fic? or graphic?) that best illustrates the word.
haimish or heim·ish [ hey-mish ]
adjective, Slang.
1. homey; cozy and unpretentious.
Origin: First recorded in 1925-30; from Yiddish heymish, Middle High German heimisch, Old High German heimisc “pertaining to the home”; home, -ish
Example Sentences
The song is despondent yet strangely cheerful, in a haimish, middle-aged way.
From The New Yorker
Grounded in shared sobriety and a wry take on fame, the couple tease each other but project a haimish domesticity.
From Los Angeles Times
Grounded in shared sobriety and a wry take on fame, the couple tease each other but project a haimish domesticity.
From Los Angeles Times
Cherry-print wallpaper, sunny yellows, lush houseplants, decorations approaching kitsch without succumbing to it-everything conveys haimish order and care.
From The New Yorker
I happen to despise Bernie Taupin’s habit of lyrically referencing the song you’re listening to-it feels like a lack of effort, frankly-but this catchy and haimish number, from 1973, which begins “Welcome to my Christmas song,” moves beyond that somewhat mercenary greeting into a realm of communal pleasures.
From The New Yorker
Now YOU come up with a sentence (or fic? or graphic?) that best illustrates the word.