I know I will never understand language
I know I will never understand music
I know I will never understand birdsong
I can’t help thinking
It’s still worth listening
7 June 2009
15 March 2009
every thousand years
Momentous day — the wedding of one Mr. Shapiro brought out the dancing, singing, and general merriment of all present. Failed game of rock paper scissors bunny carrots to be taken up later. Jokes told. Grassy hill sled upon. All around an historic and joyous occasion.
Once home the day returned largely to normal. A bit of gardening done and more work done on the pile of writing to be completed by end of week. The end is not yet in sight, though the first paper is shaping up quite nicely.
At wedding sat next to some people that looked vaguely familiar — lo, we had a high school class together. They remembered the epiphany box! That was a job well done. Of all the things I have created thus far in the PhD program, will any have the memorious longevity of the epiphany box?
Clearly was meant to be situationist artist.
Bed time.
4 January 2009
last of the holiday gatherings
Just returned from the last of the annual holiday family gatherings, and now it feels like this winter break is at an end. Tomorrow will be a nice coda — a farewell dinner with my sister, and then off to school again.
Hoping this next quarter will go well. Both Laurie and I are embarking on schedules that look pretty intense from the outside. We’ll see how the intensity looks from the inside, but certainly with a booked weekend schedule in January we will be keeping quite busy. Hopefully Boo will quit biting Laurie. This has been doing nothing for household morale.
I didn’t get all the reading done that I’d wanted to over the break, but I did do some reading that I wasn’t expecting to, so all in all I’ve had a good break on that front. Notably I finally finished the Cloudspotter’s Guide, which I highly recommend. I think I have always appreciated the beauty of a good cloudscape, but the depth of my appreciation has surely increased after reading the Cloudspotter’s Guide. Just having someone articulate some new ideas to think about with regards to a subject (in this case clouds) gives one more to think about when confronted with it, and Pretor-Pinney does this in such a way that the esthetic experience is not disrupted but strengthened. A fun read too.
Bought textbooks yesterday. One of my classes is doing the old buy-the-professor’s-latest-book trick, which is hopefully more organically related to the structure of the class than it is circularly profitable for said professor.
But seriously, why haven’t I mentioned the latest addition to our musical instrument menagerie, which surely is a most blogworthy event. It’s not every winter break that a man is lent a newly refurbished, gold-colored, cat-scaring-the-crap-out-of, Italian accordion. I am far from understanding how this machine works, specifically with regards to the approximately two hundred buttons on the left side, which when individually depressed result in the sounding of various harmonies. Some buttons produce the same harmonies as others, but mostly different buttons produce different harmonies. The pressing of some buttons results in other buttons also going down as if pressed, in which case sometimes these latter buttons will have a like effect on the former buttons when they are pressed, but not always. In a fair number of cases there is a relationship similar to dominant-tonic between vertically adjacent buttons, but not in all. It is my personal project to make a map of these buttons over the next quarter, without consulting an expert or any reference material. I feel that this project will often come as a welcome change from studying language and the philosophy thereof. It is a sub-project of this project that I learn how to play Monk’s Dream on the accordion, chords and melody. It seems like the accordion is begging to play this song for some reason. Anyway, thank you Ben for the excellent gift. I promise to put it to good use.
But now it’s getting late and I am tired, and it is time to expel from my system some of the coffee that’s been making me slightly grumpy all day. Good night.
19 October 2008
discontinuity
I feel like I’ve really embarked now on my follacious project to typologize discontinuous syntactic constituents. I’ve got my pile of books and papers on discontinuity and language universals sitting on my table, with representatives scattered about the house for good measure. In a way I wish that I could devote more time to this project and not have other classes intervening, but in another way it is good to have other linguistic pursuits and keep my feet on some kind of theoretical and methodological ground. Learning Latin is also nicely mathematical, and a good activity to keep my thoughts relatively close to normalacy. I want to read some American history as well — specifically correspondences or other writings by John Adams and Thomas Jefferson. I believe a PBS documentary has ignited this interest in me, but whith’rever it came, here it is, and it seems like a good thing for an American to know. Likewise the works of Mark Twain I feel would be good to get under my belt. I want that my life won’t get too focused here, and that I can grow fast as a PhD student should, but also broadly as I believe I am capable of.