Thursday, March 09, 2006
On "r" Insertion and Glide Cluster Reduction
A few excerpts.
Sonya: blast our mutually addled brains. it took us this long?
Rachel: yeah, we have minds like an old library, with a card filing system that was tipped over and just left in a big pile.
Sonya: man, I wish he didn't look like a bowl of porridge.
Rachel: well it could be worse. suppose he was...say...AN ONION FACE?
Sonya: True, but I don't want porridge children any more than you want onion progeny.
The teacher of one of my less compelling classes, who darts her head and eyes as though she were watching particularly energetic flies at the back of the class, told us that we need to study to help cement the knowledge in our brains. Shocking. But more to my point, she went on to say that she understood that we didn't go home and have conversations about chemical compounds or parts of speech. In fact she says that anyone who did that should probably look into getting a life. Naturally I took umbrage quietly. Not only do I talk about things other than the latest American Idol, because there is a world full of interesting minutae, but I actually had had a very extensive multiply-houred conversation on the phone about parts of speech! Honest-to-goodness debate over the nature of predicates and the neccessity of learning the nature of each bit when for us it was rarely needed. Egotistical? No. Just secure in our knowledge that we are better than.
There is a RenFaire in Raleigh soon. I'd love to go but I'm not sure how to go about arranging it, or whether it is at all feasible. Chances are excellent that I would get lost or picked up by carnies. Also there is only one person around here that I could imagine bringing with me, and I am not well aquainted with her yet.
-- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 9.3.06 ) .
A few excerpts.
Sonya: blast our mutually addled brains. it took us this long?
Rachel: yeah, we have minds like an old library, with a card filing system that was tipped over and just left in a big pile.
Sonya: man, I wish he didn't look like a bowl of porridge.
Rachel: well it could be worse. suppose he was...say...AN ONION FACE?
Sonya: True, but I don't want porridge children any more than you want onion progeny.
The teacher of one of my less compelling classes, who darts her head and eyes as though she were watching particularly energetic flies at the back of the class, told us that we need to study to help cement the knowledge in our brains. Shocking. But more to my point, she went on to say that she understood that we didn't go home and have conversations about chemical compounds or parts of speech. In fact she says that anyone who did that should probably look into getting a life. Naturally I took umbrage quietly. Not only do I talk about things other than the latest American Idol, because there is a world full of interesting minutae, but I actually had had a very extensive multiply-houred conversation on the phone about parts of speech! Honest-to-goodness debate over the nature of predicates and the neccessity of learning the nature of each bit when for us it was rarely needed. Egotistical? No. Just secure in our knowledge that we are better than.
There is a RenFaire in Raleigh soon. I'd love to go but I'm not sure how to go about arranging it, or whether it is at all feasible. Chances are excellent that I would get lost or picked up by carnies. Also there is only one person around here that I could imagine bringing with me, and I am not well aquainted with her yet.
-- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 9.3.06 ) .