He aquí los pensamientos aleatorios de un epistemólogo andante.
I dream of a world where chickens can cross the road without having their motives questioned.
피할수 없는 고통이라면 차라리 즐겨라
As of June, 2013, I have assumed a new identity: I am a cancer survivor. "Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose."
"A blog, in the end, is really not so different from an inscription on a bone: I was here, it declares to no one in particular. Don't forget that." - Justin E. H. Smith
재미없으면 보상해드립니다!
"All things are enchained with one another, bound together by love." - Nietzsche (really!)
Leviticus 19:33-34
Donc, si Dieu existait, il n’y aurait pour lui qu’un seul moyen de servir la liberté humaine, ce serait de cesser d’exister. - Mikhail Bakunin
Solvitur ambulando.
"Sometimes I wonder why I even bother to soliloquize. Where was I?" - the villain Heinz Doofenshmirtz, in the cartoon Phineas and Ferb.
My name is Jared Way. I was born in rural Far Northern California, and became an "adoptive" Minnesotan. I have lived in many other places: Mexico City, Philadelphia, Valdivia (Chile), Los Angeles. And for 11 years, I was an expatriate living in South Korea. In the summer of 2018, I made another huge change, and relocated to Southeast Alaska, which is my uncle's home.
For many years I was a database programmer, with a background in Linguistics and Spanish Literature. In Korea, worked as an EFL teacher.
In June, 2013, while I was in Ilsan in South Korea, I was diagnosed with cancer, and underwent successful treatment. That changed my life pretty radically.
Currently, you could say I'm "between jobs," somewhat caretaking my uncle (to the extent he tolerates that) and getting adapted to life in rural Alaska after so many years as an urban dweller.
I started this blog before I even had the idea of going to Korea (first entry: Caveat: And lo...). So this is not meant to be a blog about Korea, by any stretch of the imagination. But life in Korea, and Korean language and culture, inevitably have come to play a central role in this blog's current incarnation.
Basically, this blog is a newsletter for the voices in my head. It keeps everyone on the same page: it has become a sort of aide-mémoire.
For a more detailed reflection on why I'm blogging, you can look at this old post: What this blog is, and isn't.
If you're curious about me, there is a great deal of me here. I believe in what I call "opaque transparency" - you can learn almost everything about me if you want, but it's not immediately easy to find.
A distillation of my personal philosophy (at least on good days):
I have made the realization that happiness is not a mental state. It is not something that is given to you, or that you find, or that you can lose, or that can be taken from you. Happiness is something that you do. And like most things that you do, it is volitional. You can choose to do happiness, or not. You have complete freedom with respect to the matter.
"Ethical joy is the correlate of speculative affirmation." - Gilles Deleuze (writing about Spinoza).
Like most people, I spend a lot of time online, although I try to limit it somewhat. Here is a somewhat-annotated list of the "places" where I spend
time online.
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Knowledge and News
I spend about half of all my time online reading Wikipedia. It's why I know stuff.
I get most of my world news from Minnesota Public Radio which includes NPR, BBC and CBC, depending on when I listen.
I don't really "do" social media. I have a membership at Facebookland but I never log in
there. I don't like it.
I have a membership at The Youtubes but I mostly use it for work. I also listen to music on youtube, frequently - I prefer it to typical streaming services, for example.
Humor and Cat Videos
Cat videos and other internet novelties: Laughing Squid.
Geofiction - this has evolved into a significant "hobby" for me. I like to draw imaginary maps, and there is a website that has enabled this vice.
I worked as a volunteer administrator for the site OpenGeofiction on and off for a few years. I created (but no longer maintain) the site's main wiki page: OGF Wiki. I am not currently working as administrator but I remain active on the site.
The above work has required my becoming an expert in the Openstreetmap system. Openstreetmap is an attempt do for online maps what wikipedia has done for encyclopedias. I have considered becoming an openstreetmap contributor, but I feel that my current location in Korea hinders that, since I don't have a good grasp Korean cartographic naming conventions.
Starting in April, 2018, I decided somewhat capriciously to build my own "OGF stack" on my own server. This was not because I intended to abandon the OGF site, but rather because I wanted to better understand the whole architecture and all its parts. I built a wiki on the Mediawiki platform (the same as wikipedia). This wiki has no content. I built a map tileserver and geospatial database, which contains a very low resolution upload of an imaginary planet called Rahet. And I built a wordpress blog, which is a separate, low-frequency blog intended to focus on my geofictional pursuits rather than this more personalized, general purpose blog. All of these things can be found integrated together on my rent-a-server, here: geofictician.net
TEFL - my "profession," such as it is.
Online English Grammar reference Grammarist. Useful for settling disputes over grammar.
More useful work is being done on the internet, just in time for Christmas! Someone has helpfully translated Rudolf The Red-Nosed Reindeer into Anglo-Saxon.
Incipit gestis Rudolphi rangifer tarandus
Hwæt, Hrodulf readnosa hrandeor – Næfde þæt nieten unsciende næsðyrlas! Glitenode and gladode godlice nosgrisele. Ða hofberendas mid huscwordum hine gehefigodon; Nolden þa geneatas Hrodulf næftig To gomene hraniscum geador ætsomne. Þa in Cristesmæsseæfne stormigum clommum, Halga Claus þæt gemunde to him maðelode: “Neahfreond nihteage nosubeorhtende! Min hroden hrædwæn gelæd ðu, Hrodulf!” Ða gelufodon hira laddeor þa lyftflogan – Wæs glædnes and gliwdream; hornede sum gegieddode “Hwæt, Hrodulf readnosa hrandeor, Brad springð þin blæd: breme eart þu!”
... in modern English:
Here begins the deeds of Rudolph, Tundra-Wanderer
Lo, Hrodulf the red-nosed reindeer – That beast didn’t have unshiny nostrils! The goodly nose-cartilage glittered and glowed. The hoof-bearers taunted him with proud words; The comrades wouldn’t allow wretched Hrodulf To join the reindeer games. Then, on Christmas Eve bound in storms Santa Claus remembered that, spoke formally to him: “Dear night-sighted friend, nose-bright one! You, Hrodulf, shall lead my adorned rapid-wagon!” Then the sky-flyers praised their lead-deer – There was gladness and music; one of the horned ones sang “Lo, Hrodulf the red-nosed reindeer, Your fame spreads broadly, you are renowned!”
I recently read a review of a book (The Kingdom of Speech, by Tom Wolfe) I was already uninterested in, based on other mentions of it on various linguistics-oriented blogs. The book has received a huge amount of attention in the mainstream media as one of those books on "linguistics for non-linguists," and apparently contains an attack on Chomsky's approach to linguistic universals, and challenges the importance of his contributions. It also, incidentally, attacks Darwin. So there's that.
I'm no huge fan of Chomsky, but it's not his theoretical work that has annoyed me so much over the years, but rather his "armchair anarchism," and the seeming hypocritical disconnect between his anti-authoritarian politics and his somewhat dogmatic (i.e. authoritarianish) and unquestionably totalizing approach to his field of specialization (syntax). How does a self-avowed anarchist not see the irony in dogmatically propagating a theory with the a Foucauldian title like "government and binding"?
Nevertheless, and setting aside his academic dogmatism, Chomsky's insights to the field of syntax were revolutionary, and even if they are increasingly being called into question by other linguists, he deserves his reputation. His work has been foundational.
Therefore the review is right on target. It rightly defends Chomsky's intellectual legacy, which regardless of the weaknesses of his forays outside of syntax, should be secure.
Type something in English, using touch typing, e.g.
in the beginning
... but on a Korean keyboard setting. That gives a random string of Korean "jamo" (letters). e.g.
ㅑㅜ 솓 듀햐ㅜㅜㅑ후
This has no meaning in Korean - the syllables aren't even well-formed.
Now transliterate that nonsense into Roman letters.
yau sod dyuhyauuyahu
The code is easy to decode, but only if one is at least familiar with touch typing in both Korean and English, and familiar with the standard "Revised Romanization" rules which establish a mostly one-for-one equivalence between jamo and Latin letters and/or digraphs.
Puzzle question: What is the original English phrase?
There is a "grammar peeve" that says sentences should not end in a preposition ("peeve" being a term-of-art among descriptivist linguists who want to complain about prescriptivists with an undue attachment to 19th century rules based on Latin).
Setting aside the fact that, linguistically, many of these so-called sentence-ending prepositions are actually, syntactically, something other than prepositions but rather what are sometimes called "converbs," English also freely allows actual prepositions to float to the ends of sentences - and has done so since Beowulf (preposition bolded):
ne gefeah hé þaére faéhðe ac hé hine feor forwræc metod for þý máne mancynne fram·
Nevertheless, how many prepositions at the end become too many? I recently ran across this example, which to my introspection is grammatical, if awkward.
"What did you bring that book I do not want to be read to out of up for?"
This article, at a satirical linguistics website that I frequent, is pretty interesting - see if you can read it. It doesn't require any knowledge of Chinese characters - it's just a little visual "trick," and after about 5 minutes, I was able to read it without problems. I reproduce it below, with a simple cut and paste.
Kids these days are always messing up English with inventive new slang and borrowings from other languages. Here, the author Bokenham wisely laments the condition of contemporary English and explains how the new styles of talking and new vocabulary represent the decay and corruption of culture and language.
And þis corrupcioun of Englysshe men yn þer modre-tounge, begunne as I seyde with famylyar commixtion of Danys firste and of Normannys aftir, toke grete augmentacioun and encrees aftir þe commying of William conquerour by two thyngis. The firste was: by decre and ordynaunce of þe seide William conqueror children in gramer-scolis ageyns þe consuetude and þe custom of all oþer nacyons, here owne modre-tonge lafte and forsakyn, lernyd here Donet on Frenssh and to construyn yn Frenssh and to maken here Latyns on þe same wyse. The secounde cause was þat by the same decre lordis sonys and all nobyll and worthy mennys children were fyrste set to lyrnyn and speken Frensshe, or þan þey cowde spekyn Ynglyssh and þat all wrytyngis and endentyngis and all maner plees and contravercyes in courtis of þe lawe, and all maner reknygnis and countis yn howsoolde schulle be doon yn the same. And þis seeyinge, þe rurales, þat þey myghte semyn þe more worschipfull and honorable and þe redliere comyn to þe famyliarite of þe worthy and þe grete, leftyn hure modre tounge and labouryd to kunne spekyn Frenssh: and thus by processe of tyme barbariʒid thei in bothyn and spokyn neythyr good Frenssh nor good Englyssh. -- Bokenham, 1440 CE.
I found these two videos rather fascinating - essentially, in both cases the presenters step through discussing various dialects of the British Isles while at the same time reproducing those accents quite well.
I have a difficult relationship with various English language dialects: on the one hand, I find them fascinating and I work hard to be able to tell them apart; on the other hand, I am utterly incapable of consistently reproducing them in a sustained manner, which is weird to me, because I'm actually somewhat able to do something similar with various Spanish dialects. Is it perhaps that my own mother-tongue - Northern California English - is too deeply embedded and thus I can't seem to override it, while with Spanish, since no single dialect is deeply embedded, I'm more able to shift around the dialect space? Or, more likely, perhaps I'm really not that good at doing it in Spanish either, but I'm sufficiently incompetent that I don't realize what I'm doing wrong.
I was working with a student the other day on trying to clarify that the pronunciation of the words "square" and "scare" are different. This is not, normally, something Koreans seem to have difficulty with, but for whatever reason, perhaps sheer obstinacy, Giha was unable to make the distinction.
Actually, there is, in fact, a possible, plausible cause for this. In some dialects of contemporary Korean - notably, the southwest (Jeolla), where I lived in 2010-11, and where Giha's family is apparently from - there is a strong tendency to merge [w]-onset diphthongs with their corresponding simple vowels. That is, [wa] and [a] are the same, [wɛ] and [ɛ] are the same, etc. In layman's terms, you might call it "w-dropping." I first noticed this in Yeonggwang, where I lived, because the locals seemed to inevitably pronounce the name of their town "Yeonggang" (i.e. dropping the [w]), and the regional capital's name, Gwangju, became "Gangju."
So if you think about the distinction, in English, between square and scare, the difference is simply the [w]-onset in the vowel of "square" which is missing in "scare": [skwɛɻ] vs [skɛɻ]. So, applying Gwangju dialectical phonotactics, you'd get the same pronunciation for both words.
I really wanted him to get the distinction, however. It was annoying me. For whatever reason, both words appeared in the same exercise we were doing.
So I invented a tongue twister, for which I drew an accompanying illustration. The illustration is lost - I did not capture its ephermeral moment on the whiteboard, so you will have to imagine it. However, the tongue twister is memorable:
That scary square scares that scared square scarily.
Today is a holiday that, for whatever reason, I didn't realize was coming. Korean Memorial Day.
Sometimes those are the best kind of holiday, since there is no anticipation to get messed up - not that I ever anticipate much about holidays, anymore. But I am having a very relaxing day. I drew something, and read some things.
There is a blog called SpeculativeGrammarian, which is all about linguistic satire. I found this strange, short poem there. It made me laugh. I doubt it will make you laugh.
My student Sophia is probably the only student I have who actually thinks in English at least some of the time. And maybe it is only in the context of being able to effortlessly switch what language one is thinking in does it really become common to see dynamic lexeme-level code switching, in the linguistic sense.
I was handing her a vocabulary quiz booklet, and she handed it back to me, saying, offhandedly,
that's 동현의 것's (i.e. that's Dong-hyeon-ui geot's)
"Dong-hyeon" is her classmate's name. Really it's not exactly code-switching, since it's a kind of "doubled-up possessive" - a Korean possessive (-의 것 [-ui-geot]) embedded in an English possessive - so more like "code layering." She was just covering her bases.
I just found it fascinating from a language-acquisition standpoint.
1 The beginning of the gospel of Jesus Christ, the Son of God; 2 As it is written in the prophets, Behold, I send my messenger before thy face, which shall prepare thy way before thee. 3 The voice of one crying in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his paths straight. (KJV)
But the Christian/Western allusion is to prophecy, while the Chinese seems to mean one of two things, neither of which is quite the same. First, it might mean a pointless exercise of proclaiming when no one is paying attention. Alternately, it might mean the way that deserted place becomes more welcoming when a sound is heard. Regardless, I don't think it's directly relatable to the notion of prophecy... I guess it comes down to one's opinion regarding the efficacy of prophecy.
There is also the text by John Gower, a Latin-language poem written in the 14th century, bearing the title "Vox Clamantis."
There is a website dedicated to "satirical linguistics," called SpeculativeGrammarian. There is an article called "Nursery Rhymes from Linguistics Land," which is a collection of humorous, linguistics-themed re-writes of traditional nursery rhymes. Given my fondness for tongue twisters, combined with my interest in parsers (that was the subject matter, broadly speaking, of my undergraduate honor's thesis) and my fascination with palindromes, this particular rhyme was particularly impressive:
Peter’s Parser
Peter’s parser parsed a paragraph Of paraphrastic palindromes; A paragraph of paraphrastic palindromes Peter’s parser parsed.
If Peter’s parser parsed a paragraph Of paraphrastic palindromes, Where’s the paragraph of paraphrastic palindromes Peter’s parser parsed?
"You couldn't find your /æs/ with both hands and a vowel chart" - linguist insults.
Unrelatedly, what I'm listening to right now. I don't know why I'm listening to it right now.
Johnny Horton, "North to Alaska." It's not very geographically accurate - I think the Yukon gold rush was not in the neighborhood of Nome. It was a tie-in to a John Wayne movie which I'd never heard of.
Lyrics.
Way up north, (North To Alaska.) Way up north, (North To Alaska.) North to Alaska, They're goin' North, the rush is on. North to Alaska, They're goin' North, the rush is on.
Big Sam left Seattle in the year of '92, With George Pratt, his partner, and brother, Billy, too. They crossed the Yukon River and found the bonanza gold. Below that old white mountain just a little south-east of Nome.
Sam crossed the majestic mountains to the valleys far below. He talked to his team of huskies as he mushed on through the snow. With the northern lights a-running wild in the land of the midnight sun, Yes, Sam McCord was a mighty man in the year of nineteen-one.
Where the river is winding, Big nuggets they're finding. North to Alaska, They're goin' North, the rush is on.
Way up north, (North To Alaska.) Way up north, (North To Alaska.) North to Alaska, They're goin' North, the rush is on. North to Alaska, They're goin' North, the rush is on.
George turned to Sam with his gold in his hand, Said: "Sam you're a-lookin'at a lonely, lonely man. "I'd trade all the gold that's buried in this land, "For one small band of gold to place on sweet little Ginnie's hand.
"'Cos a man needs a woman to love him all the time. "Remember, Sam, a true love is so hard to find. "I'd build for my Ginnie, a honeymoon home. "Below that old white mountain just a little south-east of Nome."
Where the river is winding, Big nuggets they're finding. North to Alaska, They're goin' North, the rush is on. North to Alaska, They're goin' North, the rush is on.
Way up north, (North To Alaska.) Way up north, (North To Alaska.) Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Jimmy Driftwood, "The Battle of New Orleans." Driftwood was a history teacher who made this song in 1959 to get his students interested in history. I remember hearing the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band version in the mid 70's, and I admit, it got me interested in history. I'm not sure about the over all accuracy - especially the issue of how the American soldiers used the alligators. But anyway it's actually a pretty funny song, and from the start I was fascinated by the unusual language in it, as well - perhaps it also got me interested in dialectology.
Lyrics - I found them online, but the sung lyrics differed somewhat, so I have made some alterations based on what I hear, to match the actual non-standard language being used, e.g. the published lyrics have "they begun a running" but the singer clearly says "they beginned a-running."
Well, in 18 and 14, we took a little trip Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Missisip We took a little bacon and we took a little beans And we met the bloody British in the town of New Orleans
Chorus:
We fired our guns and the British kept a comin' There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they beginned a-runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Well, I seed Mars Jackson a-walkin' down the street And a-talkin' to a pirate by the name of Jean Lafitte; He gave Jean a drink that he brung from Tennessee, And the pirate said he'd help us drive the British in the sea.
Well the French told Andrew, "You had better run For Packenham's a-comin' with a bullet in his gun." Old Hickory said he didn't give a damn He's a-gonna whip the britches off of Colonel Packenham.
Chorus
Well, we looked down the river and we seed the British come And there must have been a hundred of them beating on the drum They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring While we stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing
Old Hick'ry said we could take em by surprise If we didn't fire a musket till we looked em in the eyes We held our fire till we seed their face well Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em hell.
Chorus
Well they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go They ran so fast the hounds couldn't catch 'em On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Well we fired our cannons till the barrels melted down So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round We filled his head with minie balls and powdered his behind And when we touched the powder off, the 'gator lost his mind
They lost their pants and their pretty shiny coats And their tails was all a-showin' like a bunch of billy goats. They ran down the river with their tongues a-hangin' out And they said they got a lickin', which there wasn't any doubt.
Chorus
Well we marched back to town in our dirty ragged pants And we danced all night with the pretty girls from France; We couldn't understand 'em, but they had the sweetest charms And we understood 'em better when we got 'em in our arms.
Chorus
Well, the guide who brung the British from the sea Come a-limpin' into camp just as sick as he could be, He said the dying words of Colonel Packenham Was, "You better quit your foolin' with your cousin Uncle Sam."
Chorus
Well, we'll march back home, but we'll never be content Till we make Old Hick'ry the people's president. And every time we think about the bacon and the beans We'll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans.
In the deepest depths of the world of conlang geekery, someone (or several someones) has invented a language for fictional zombies called Zamgrh. It has an actual grammar and is not just a cypher for English, as some naive conlangs tend to be. A linguistics website called EvoLang mentioned it, which is how I found out about it. What I found most entertaining was that some fans of this invented language have been translating texts into the zombie language. For example, you can read the first chapter of Beowulf in the Zamgrh.
It begins:
Rh!zzan : Gaa haz arr rh!zzan ah zah Znag raz harmanz Raz harmanz ahn zah arr rahnah an haah zam arr arh bagbagh bang bang manz. Zh!rgman, zah zan ah Zhahman, grab mannah an bar harmanz azzbag, zzzzargh mannah hra bang bang man, ahgr h b hng an rzg babah, H barg nabah na ann zah zg! ng!r harmanz abarannah rh!zzanb hhan h gab, H b hra nabah raz harman !
The original Old English:
HWÆT, WE GAR-DEna in geardagum, þeodcyninga þrym gefrunon, hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon! oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum, monegum mægþum meodosetla ofteah, egsode eorlas, syððanærest wearð feasceaft funden; he þæs frofre gebad, weox under wolcnum weorðmyndum þah, oð þæt him æghwylc ymbsittendra ofer hronrade hyran scolde, gomban gyldan; þæt wæs god cyning!
At the University of Minnesota, in 1988, I took a class on the Medieval Welsh language. I don't know why. I think I had this idea of trying to connect with my alleged Welsh heritage (the family name "Way" is Welsh in origin, cognate with "Vaughn" and "Waugh," and bears no relation to the English word "way" meaning means or road).
It was one of the most difficult classes I ever took. Yet I remember it quite fondly.
Most of the other students had some background that would be appropriate - either knowledge of Modern Welsh, or work with some other cognate language, like Irish or Scots Gaelic. All I had was some linguistics and Latin. The first day, the professor handed us this text.
Pwyll Pendeuic Dyuet a oed yn arglwyd ar seith cantref Dyuet. A threigylgweith yd oed yn Arberth, prif lys idaw, a dyuot yn y uryt ac yn y uedwl uynet y hela. Sef kyueir o'y gyuoeth a uynnei y hela, Glynn Cuch. Ac ef a gychwynnwys y nos honno o Arberth, ac a doeth hyt ym Penn Llwyn Diarwya, ac yno y bu y nos honno. A thrannoeth yn ieuengtit y dyd kyuodi a oruc, a dyuot y Lynn Cuch i ellwng e gwn dan y coet. A chanu y gorn a dechreu dygyuor yr hela, a cherdet yn ol y cwn, ac ymgolli a'y gydymdeithon. Ac ual y byd yn ymwarandaw a llef yr erchwys, ef a glywei llef erchwys arall, ac nit oedynt unllef, a hynny yn dyuot yn erbyn y erchwys ef. Ac ef a welei lannerch yn y coet o uaes guastat; ac ual yd oed y erchwys ef yn ymgael ac ystlys y llannerch, ef a welei carw o ulaen yr erchwys arall. A pharth a pherued y llannerch, llyma yr erchwys a oed yn y ol yn ymordiwes ac ef, ac yn y uwrw y'r llawr.
We also had a "reference grammar". I had already acquired a (modern) Welsh dictionary.
We had to translate the text, which was the introductory passage from Pwyll Pendeuic Dyuet - a bit of Welsh mythology from the Mabinogion (Red Book of Hergest). I actually managed it. It was very hard. Eventually, we translated the entire story, along with some Welsh poetry and other medieval snippets.
This intensive experience has led to the story of Pwyll and Rhiannon (a Welsh horse godess) being one of the most vivid stories resident in my imagination.
Here is the part where Rhiannon first appears, in the story.
Yna y dywot Pwyll. "A uorwyn," heb ef, " yr mwyn y gwr mwyhaf a gery, arho ui." "Arhoaf yn llawen," heb hi, "ac oed llessach y'r march, pei ass archut yr meityn." Sewyll, ac arhos a oruc y uorwyn, a gwaret y rann a dylyei uot am y hwyneb o wisc y phenn, ac attal y golwc arnaw, a dechreu ymdidan ac ef. "Arglwydes," heb ef, " pan doy di, a pha gerdet yssyd arnat ti?" "Kerdet wrth uy negesseu," heb hi, "a da yw gennyf dy welet ti." "Crassaw wrthyt y gennyf i," heb ef. Ac yna medylyaw a wnaeth, bot yn diuwyn ganthaw pryt a welsei o uorwyn eiroet, a gwreic, y wrth y ffryt hi. "Arglwydes," heb ef, "a dywedy di ymi dim o'th negesseu?" "Dywedaf, y rof a Duw," heb hi. "Pennaf neges uu ymi, keissaw dy welet ti." "Llyna," heb y Pwyll, " y neges oreu gennyf i dy dyuot ti idi. Ac a dywedy di ymi pwy wyt?" "Dywedaf, Arglwyd," heb hi. "Riannon, uerch Heueyd Hen, wyf i, a'm rodi y wr o'm hanwod yd ydys. Ac ny mynneis innheu un gwr, a hynny o'th garyat ti. Ac nys mynnaf etwa, onyt ti a'm gwrthyt. Ac e wybot dy attep di am hynny e deuthum i." "Rof i a Duw," heb ynteu Pwyll, "llyna uy attep i iti, pei caffwn dewis ar holl wraged a morynnyon y byt, y mae ti a dewisswn." "Ie," heb hitheu, "os hynny a uynny, kyn uy rodi y wr arall, gwna oed a mi." "Goreu yw gennyf i," heb y Pwyll, "bo kyntaf; ac yn y lle y mynnych ti, gwna yr oet." "Gwnaf, Arglwyd," heb hi, "blwydyn y heno, yn llys Heueyd, mi a baraf bot gwled darparedic yn barawt erbyn dy dyuot." "Yn llawen," heb ynteu, "a mi a uydaf yn yr oet hwnnw." "Arglwyd," heb hi, "tric yn iach, a choffa gywiraw dy edewit, ac e ymdeith yd af i.
Translations of the Mabinogion aboundonline - I'll not attempt to replicate my undergraduate feat of translation. At right, is a painting of Rhiannon, by Alan Lee, in his illustration of the Mabinogion.
What I'm listening to right now.
Fleetwood Mac, "Rhiannon."
Lyrics.
Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night And wouldn't you love to love her? Takes through the sky like a bird in flight And who will be her lover?
All your life you've never seen a woman Taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you Heaven? Will you ever win?
She is like a cat in the dark And then she is the darkness She rules her life like a fine skylark And when the sky is starless
All your life you've never seen a woman Taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you Heaven? Will you ever win? Will you ever win? [| From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/f/fleetwo... |]
Rhiannon Rhiannon Rhiannon Rhiannon
She rings like a bell through the night And wouldn't you love to love her? She was alive like a bird in flight And who will be her lover?
All your life you've never seen a woman Taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you Heaven? Will you ever win? Will you ever win?
Rhiannon Rhiannon Rhiannon
Taken by, taken by the sky Taken by, taken by the sky Taken by, taken by the sky
Dreams unwind Love's a state of mind Dreams unwind Love's a state of mind
Strange things happen to English when it gets deracinated, adopted/adapted in a new country and culture. I frequently run across examples that are puzzling or simply amusing.
Clever marketing of a pizzeria? Or just too many American crime-drama re-runs seen on TV?
On ne peut rien faire contre les soirs de Mai Quelquefois la nuit dans les mains se défait Et je sais que tes yeux sont le fond de la nuit
A huit heures du matin toutes les feuilles sont nées Au lieu de tant d'étoiles nous en aurons des fruits Quand on s'en va on ferme le paysage Et personne n'a soigné les moutons de la plage
Le Printemps est relatif comme l'arc-en-ciel Il pourrait aussi bien être une ombrelle Une ombrelle sur un soipir à midi
Le soleil est éteint par la pluie
Ombrelle de la montagne ou peut être des îles Printemps relatif arc de triomphe sur mes cils Tout est calme à droite et dans notre chemin La colombe est tiède comme un coussin
Le printemps maritime L'océan tout vert au mois de Mai L'océan est toujours notre jardin intime Et les vagues poussent comme des fougeraies
Je veux cette vague de l'horizon Seul laurier pour mon front
Au fond de mon miroir l'univers se défait On ne peut rien faire contre le soir qui naît
- Vicente Huidobro (poète chilien, 1893-1948)
Huidobro no sólo escribió en español sino también en francés. De todos modos, es uno de los poetas que más me gustan.
It's a snowy Sunday afternoon on the Korean Peninsula.
My friend Bob asked me to help translate a song he's using (he is a music professor).
What I'm listening to right now.
Victor Heredia, "Todavía cantamos." This song commemorates September 11th (the other one).
Letra.
Todavía cantamos, todavía pedimos, todavía soñamos, todavía esperamos, a pesar de los golpes que asestó en nuestras vidas el ingenio del odio desterrando al olvido a nuestros seres queridos.
Todavía cantamos, todavía pedimos, todavía soñamos, todavía esperamos, que nos digan adónde han escondido las flores que aromaron las calles persiguiendo un destino ¿Dónde, dónde se han ido?
Todavía cantamos, todavía pedimos, todavía soñamos, todavía esperamos, que nos den la esperanza de saber que es posible que el jardín se ilumine con las risas y el canto de los que amamos tanto.
Todavía cantamos, todavía pedimos, todavía soñamos, todavía esperamos, por un día distinto sin apremios ni ayuno sin temor y sin llanto, porque vuelvan al nido nuestros seres queridos. Todavía cantamos, todavía pedimos, Todavía soñamos, todavía esperamos...
My translation (I found a translation online but it was quite poor - perhaps merely an exhalation of the googletranslate).
We still sing, we still ask We still dream, we still hope Despite the blows That were dealt in our lives By the shrewdness of hate That exiled to oblivion Our loved ones.
We still sing, we still ask We still dream, we still hope That they to tell us where They have hidden the flowers That scented the streets Where we sought our destiny Where, where have they gone?
We still sing, we still ask We still dream, we still hope That they give us hope To know that it is possible To brighten the garden With the laughter and singing Of those we love so much.
We still sing, we still ask We still dream, we still hope For a different day Without coercion or hunger Without fear or crying When they return home, Our loved ones.
We still sing, we still ask We still dream, we still hope...
I was joking around with my HS3M cohort on Wednesday night. I try so hard to get along with those boys, but it remains a difficult class.
They were trying to teach me the Korean slang term 양아치 [yang.a.chi]. It's hard to translate. The official dictionary translation is useless, as it says "ragpicker." I told my students that that might have meant something to my great-grandparents' generation, but it means nothing to me.
During class, I got the idea it might mean something like "slacker," but in researching it online (in various Korean-English slang dictionaries that people post on their blogs), I've decided it might be more faithfully reflected by something like "punk" or "thug." But as such, it's a "poser punk" or "poser thug" - not the real thing. These are the "wannabe bad-boy" clique in school, maybe.
Anyway, after they'd tried to teach me the meaning, they said there were a lot of Yangachi in Gangnam (a kind of high-status area of Seoul). Jinu said there was a whole Gangnam Yangachi Army. I said that sounded alarming, but added that it would be a good name for a rock band. The boys rather liked this idea, and riffed on it for a while.
I'm going back to work today after my post-op rest yesterday. The pain is pretty bad, but I guess trying to function normally is the best distraction.
It's hard for me not to think about linguistics, sometimes.
As I was walking to work the other day, I had this strange thought: I wondered if, historically, the Korean language ever under went a major vowel shift - of the same sort that is somewhat well-known with respect to English. I think I was set off on this train of thought by noticing that, although Korean is for the most part rather punctillious about it's many vowels and their correct articulation, there is definitely a degree of movement taking place in the Seoul dialect, which is noticeable in, for example, my students' "playful" spellings of phrases like 안녕 [annyeong = "hi"] as 안뇽 [annyong] in their notes or text messages to me. The sound 어 /ə/ is definitely moving backward in casual speech, toward 오/o/.
Further evidence lies in the fact that although the consonantal system of the hangeul writing system is quite reliably systematic, the vowel system has always struck me is a bit "off" - it doesn't seem quite as systematic as it could have been (i.e. why are some vowels written under and some vowels written to the right, and where's the original logic behind the design, given there is consensus that it was designed?). Of course, it is well known that the "offness" of English spelling is, itself, a consequence of that famous vowel shift. So maybe the cause of the "offness" in the Korean vowel system lies in the same sort of phenomenon.
So when I got to work, I typed "vowel shift korean" into my google search-o-matic, and sure enough, my thought wasn't a novel one. Indeed, there is a still not entirely settled but well-defended hypothesis that Korean underwent a major vowel shift, roughly during the same historical period as the English one. Mentions of it in English can be found online (mostly in googlebooks, rather than on blogs or webpages).
Personally, I find the idea appealing, and the arguments in favor of it that I ran across struck me as compelling. I am not an expert, however - so who knows?
I have been slowly working my way into a very dry and dense textbook called Task-Based Language Teaching, by David Nunan. When the intensity of work goes up, I tend to spend even my free time thinking about more work-related things. I'm not sure why this is - it strikes me as counter-intuitive.
Actually, I think it's about trying to assuage the feelings of insecurity about my teaching abilities that tend to arise during periods of work stress.
I think that the idea of "task-based language teaching" is mostly irrelevant, in the Korean EFL context - at least as conceptualized by the author and by other practitioners in the field. That can be best explained by examining this short aside that I found in the introduction to the book:
It [i.e. the just given definition of a "target task"] describes the sorts of things that the person in the street would say if asked what they were doing. (In the same way as learners, if asked why they are attending a Spanish course, are more likely to say, 'So I can make hotel reservations and buy food when I'm in Mexico,' than 'So I can master the subjunctive.') - page 2
In fact, most Korean learners will say something similar to the latter, if asked why they are studying English (i.e. not specifically that they want to master the subjunctive, but some other similarly abstruse grammatical concept). The reason is that most Korean students study English because they want to do well on certain standardized tests (e.g. 수능 [Korean SAT]). Those standardized tests are far from having been in the remotest way touched by concepts like "task-based language learning" or communicative language teaching strategies.
Farther along in the book, the author mentions the field called "English for Special Purposes" (such as English for Business, or English for Engineering) as being an outgrowth of the task-based language teaching movement.
In that vein, I'd like to propose a new "English for a Special Purpose": namely, English for Korean Students (hereby written 'EKS'). This particular special-purpose English is characterized by a slavish focus on the ancient "grammar-translation" style of language learning, and targets a profoundly non-communicative, decontextualized use of language. Just like any other special-purpose English, EKS is a real necessity for the millions of Korean students who need it. This being the case, we could have a sincerely task-based language instruction curriculum, true to the methodological philosophy, that focuses on grammar-translation and on preparing to take these tests. This is because "passing the tests" is the real-world "task" in question.
It leads to a bit of a methodological paradox... If our goal is a progressive desire to give students real-world utility from their language instruction, we should teach them using the grammar-translation style from 100 years ago, because that's what's useful to them - much more useful than teaching them how to speak communicative English as tourists or travelers or workers at large, international companies.
Recently I had a "special" class that I taught to 7th graders for a few weeks, in the context of the test-prep period. It was supposed to be a grammer-focused writing class, and because most of the students were fairly low level (although it was a mixed group and there were some high level students too), I decided to basically focus on a single grammer object: the "to" infinitive forms of English, since they are used in a lot of ways and in a lot of different expressions.
As part of this, I found myself wondering about the etymology of the "to" particle, which is most definitely not the same as the homonymous preposition by modern linguistic descriptions, but which seems to bear some weird traces of what one might call "prepositionality." Was the origin of the "to" particle related to the preposition "to" or was it a coincidence (a linguistic merger)?
It was actually a bit difficult to research, but finally I found some text that confirmed that the infinitive "to" is, in fact, derived from the preposition "to." That is interesting to me, and because it was so hard to find out, I decided to blog about it, so if I want to go back and look it up again in the future, it's in my aide-memoire blog thingy.
Here is the authoritative quote I found:
The English so-called 'infinitive marker' (or 'infinitive prefix', 'infinitive particle') to derives from the dative-governing preposition used with an inflected infinitive to express purpose. In this sense, it can be considered to represent the universally well-known grammaticalization path 'purpose > infinitive' (Haspelmath 1989; Heine & Kuteva: 247-248), whereby the preposition is desemanticized and acquires distributional properties not found with, or not typical of, noun-governing prepositions. - from John Ole Askedal, in Grammatical Change and Linguistic Theory: The Rosendal Papers, page 63.
The other day I saw this banner hanging from a pedestrian bridge (picture at right). It was linguistically interesting to me because it does something I have almost never seen in Korea - it combines "konglish" and "hanja" in a single phrase. Both "konglish" (English vocabulary adopted into Korean and written in the Korean alphabet) and "hanja" (Chinese vocabulary adopted into Korean but still written using Chinese characters) are quite common in Korean, which is a voracious borrower of words. It's one of the things that fascinates me about the language.
Nevertheless, it's very rare to see konglish and hanja in the same sentence - in this case, in a single compound noun. NASA, of course, is NASA. 휴먼어드벤처 [hu.meon.eo.deu.ben.cheo] is "human adventure." And then the trailing hanja is 展 [전=jeon], and means "exhibition." So the entire title is: NASA Human Adventure Exhibition. But it uses 3 different writing systems. It's for a show at the local giant convention center, Kintex.
Today is "Hangul Day" - a Korean holiday that was recently invented (or rather, "restored" as apparently it existed before, but its current incarnation became a legal holiday last year). I think South Korea was feeling self-conscious about how few holidays they have, relative to other OECD countries, so they've been inventing new ones. To celebrate Hangul Day, it seems logical to study Korean.
In that domain, here is something I've been working on recently.
I have posted about Korean language phonomimes, phenomimes and psychomimes 3 times before (here, here and here).
I have decided to just put together a consolidated page listing them, which I will update when I feel like, because such a resource for non-Korean speakers does not seem to exist online.
This was interesting, especially the way the story kept "branching" out from the original effort to explain the Zipf phenomenon. This is the the kind of thing I like to think about, "for fun."
I liked the Emerson quote near the end, but, I am unsure if it is truly his. Wikiquote says it's "unsourced," whatever that means.
"I cannot remember the books I've read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me." - Ralph Waldo Emerson.
I ran across this joke, unattributed, posted at speculativegrammarian blog under the feature "Non-Gricean Humor":
"What has 34 legs in the morning, 69 at midday and 136 in the evening? A man who collects legs."
I have no idea why I found it so funny. If you know why I found it so funny, let me know - it may provide deep insight into my dysfunctions.
Actually, on further reflection, I think the fact that it was under the specific heading that it was under influenced my reaction - which it to say, the heading "Non-Gricean" primed my mind for the subsequent punchline, which would not have had the same "punch" if it had not been primed by the heading. Of course, that means finding the joke funny relies in part on knowing something about Grice's work in linguistic pragmatics.
Relatedly, but at a deeper level, I recently was granted an insight into the nature of humor while reading a kind of throwaway article at The Register (an IT-based humor-plus-news website) by Tim Worstall (who deserves credit). He was writing about some kind of google-translate-related disaster at a Moravian tourism website. But he said, in an aside, "I might even advance a theory of linguistics where our delight in such puns is in itself a reinforcement mechanism to make us think about those multiple meanings possible."
I liked this idea, finding it much more entertaining than the problems Moravians have been having with automated translation algorithms, and would reformulate and extend it as follows:
Our delight in puns and jokes is an evolutionary adaptation which is rooted in a feedback-based reinforcement of the cognitive mechanisms that allow us to cope with polysemy, which in turn is at the basis of abstract thought, metaphor and hypothesizing.
I had a really horrible day yesterday. Some of my students rebelled, because they felt my homework expectations were too hard and unjust. Yet I think I'm easier than the other teachers - but they see me as low priority (it is sometimes clear that this perception is possibly encouraged by the other teachers, too). Anyway, it didn't really go well. But it passed.
This morning, I had a better set of classes.
One student sent me his essay with the subject header, "阿異 亥理te 李ding".
Sometimes (frequently) I get subject headers from students that are pure nonsense, and normally I could have read this as an example of that. But I'm certain that in this case it was a kind of multilingual rebus - because I happened to have briefly discussed the principle of rebus with this student not that long ago.
If you read the Chinese characters (hanja) with their Korean pronunciations, you get "아이 해리(이)te 리ding." If you transliterate the Korean spelling, you get "a-i hae-i-te ri-ding", which, phonetically, is clearly "I hate reading." This is a sentiment frenquently expressed by the student in question.
My student sent me this message as the subject line when emailing an essay last week.
용화꼰데 녜이보 쥬도 몰라소 미효니꼴로 보냬욤
This is profoundly badly-spelled Korean. It is so bad, that it's systematically bad. It took me about 25 minutes of work to figure out what she meant. Thus I theorize that it represents a kind of Korean version of "eye dialect".
One thing I realized is that it systematically moves vowels around. Where standard Korean spells "어" she spells "오"
Thus 네이버 -> 녜이보 and the verb ending -서 -> -소
This change applies to her name and her friends' name too:
영화 -> 용화 and 미현-> 미효니
Note in the latter she also doesn't obey the morphophonological rules for dividing stem from suffix, but sticks to a strictly phonological division.
I don't quite know what the -꼬- suffix is about, semantically. Something "cute" I suspect.
There is also a certain degree of systematic palatalization:
네 -> 녜 and 내->냬 ... I never pronounce these distinctions quite right anyway, they are quite fine, but Korean ears perceive differences in palatalization to a degree I can't even hear with my English-trained ears.
My ultimate question is why did she do it? In a paranoid moment, I could just imagine it's a kind of mocking of a "foreign accent" - several of the transformations, like the vowels and the palatalization, represent issues I have with my Korean pronunciation. But in fact I very much doubt it. Basically I think it must be a kind of "eye-spelling," I'm almost certain, which emphasizes certain trends in Korean as spoken by teenagers - I have definitely heard 어->오 in slangy talk, especially girls. Kind of like the very common addition of the ending -ㅇ/ŋ/ to open syllables in clause final position, of which this text doesn't have an example - but I frequently hear e.g. "안녕하세용" for "안녕하세요," even by teachers.
That being the case, however, it's puzzling that she would select me as a target for this strange spelling - the message was meaningful and specific to communicating the content of her email to me - it relied on me understanding it's meaning, because what it says is: "Yeonghwa forgot her login password so Mihyeon is sending you her essay." Thus the only way Yeonghwa gets credit for the attached essay is if I understand the subject line - otherwise Mihyeon gets credit for the essay, as except for the "sent by" field, it's the only place any names occur.
Did she just "forget" that I wasn't a native speaker? That's probable. Or did she do it intentionally as a way to challenge me or be deliberately opaque? That's possible too. Did she think I'd spend half an hour figuring it out, and then write a linguistic analysis about it on my blog? I doubt it. I tend to write about these things because there is very little on the internet, in English, about non-standard Korean - it's extremely hard to find.
Sometimes I find myself saying something where I suddenly feel aware that maybe this is the first time anyone ever needed to say that specific thing. I think of these as some kind of syntactical hapaxes (hapaces?). This awareness harkens back to the linguistic commonplace (due to Chomsky, maybe?) that one of the most remarkable features of human language and syntax is that they allow the creation of utterly novel meanings, on demand.
So yesterday, at work, I looked at the color printer on the desk in the staff room, and I observed: "There is a lego snake in the yellow printer ink." How likely is it that someone needed to say this before?
You see, lego (the toy) includes a "lego snake" - it comes with some sets that include the lego crocodile (which I prefer to call a legogator). It is small - a single piece, intended for the same scale as the lego minifigures - about 2 cm long and 2 mm thick.
On my desk, there lives a small legogator with his lego snake - generally in the legogator's mouth.
Meanwhile, the color printer includes a set of external ink containers that are a kind of universal post-retail hack that Koreans have turned into a business, that avoids the need to buy expensive ink cartriges for one's ink-jet printers. The external ink reservoirs are openable and can be filled manually from bottles of ink, and small tubes snake (ahem) into pseudo-ink cartriges embedded inside the printer. This system is much cheaper and more practical than buying expensive replacement ink cartriges, though clearly not in the best financial interests of the printer-manufacturers, who have always been pretty honest about the fact that they make most of their money on selling refill cartriges rather than the printers themselves. But I have never seen an ink-jet printer in Korea that did NOT include this type of aftermarket add-on.
That's a technical digression, for those interested. What I saw yesterday was my lego snake floating in the yellow color printer ink reservoir.
I took a picture after making my utterance, because I immediately felt the need to record this syntactical hapax for posterity.
You can see the lego snake clearly, enjoying a swim in yellow ink.
I notified our technical/maintenance guy, Mr Park, and he popped open the ink reservoir (I was afraid to mess with it myself, not knowing the details of the device's operation). I then used a pair of scissors to fish out Mr Snake, who was now altered from red plastic to a more orangish hue, understandably.
I suspected a young 4th grader named Chaejun of the crime. He spends a lot of time in the staff room, because his mom works at the hagwon. And he's a little bit mischievous. Mr Park agreed when I suggested that Chaejun was the culprit.
So I asked Chaejun, later, when I saw him. "Did you put a lego snake in the printer ink?"
His English really isn't that good, but he understood what I was referring to immediately, which was already immediate confirmation that he was the guilty party - what non-native speaker would know what that was about, if they hadn't engineered the situation in the first place? For that matter, none of my coworkers could wrap their minds around what I'd discovered, even when I tried to explain it to them later: there were too many unexpected, strung-together nominal modifiers: lego + snake, printer + ink.
Anyway, Chaejun didn't bother denying it. He simply nodded, grinning proudly.
Not me. Rather, Jared Diamond, a famous some-sort-of-scientist, wrote this article quite some time ago, that I just ran across.
Any discussion of the origins of the Japanese, he points out, is ideologically fraught in a way that the origins of most other cultures on Earth is not. Korea has similar problems. This is because Japanese and Korean cultural identities, as modern constructs, rely overmuch on pre-modern myths that still undergird modern nationalisms. Many Koreans will tell you with a straight face that Korea was "founded" in October 3rd, 2333 BC. If such a precise date seems implausible, well... they don't care.
Anyway, I found Diamond's article interesting reading.
매드클라운, "화." I found the lyrics, accompanied by a translation into Portuguese. Just in case you needed that.
가사
Trouble Trouble Our destiny Nosso destino é um problema 누가 더 아파? nuga deo apa? Quem está sofrendo mais? 누가 더 사랑해? nuga deo saran'hae? Quem está amando mais? 내게 미친 널 보고 있으면, naege michin neol bogo isseumyeon, Quando vejo você louco por mim, 난 웃지, 이렇게 웃지 nan utji, ireoke utji eu sorrio, sorrio assim.
Rap) 들어봐 uh deureobwa uh Ouça 바로 어제 3년약정한 핸드폰 정신차리니 박살 나있고 baro eoje sanyeonyajeongan haendeupon jeonshincharini bagsal na'itgo Ontem mesmo fez 3 anos que comprei o celular, após voltar aos meus sentidos, vejo que ele está em pedaços. 바닥엔 할부 안 끝난 모니터 눈앞에 넌 계속 악쓰고 있고 uh badagen halbu an keunnan moniteo nunape neon gyesog asseugo itgo uh No chão estão as prestações do monitor e na minha frente está você gritando.
젠장 뭐 답도 없지. 내가 널 밀치면 니가 날 밀쳐 jenjang mwo dapdo eopji. naega neol milchimyeon, niga nal milchyeo Droga, estou sem resposta. Se eu te empurro, você me empurra. 서로 씩씩거리면서 더럽게 질척이는데 나 완전 미쳐 seoro shishigeorimyeon deoreopge jilcheogineunde na wanjeon michyeo Ambos com raiva e você vem até mim, isso me tira do sério.
헤어지고 싶은 눈친데 날 시키지 말고 니가 직접 말하시던가 he'eojigo shipeun ninchinde nal shikiji malgo niga jigjeop marashideonga Vejo que você quer terminar, mas não faça você mesma isso. 어찌됐든 나쁜 쪽 되기 싫다 이건데 알아서 그럼 꺼지시던가 eojidoetteun nappeun jog doegi shilda ireonde araseo geureom keojishindeonga Enfim, sei que você não quer ser uma pessoa ruim, então suma.
어 그래, 잘가, 잘 지내. 니가 어디 어떻게 잘사나 두고볼건데 나 o geurae, jalga, jal jinae. niga eodi eotteoke jalsana dugobolgeonde na Ok, tchau, se cuida. Vou esperar pra ver se você vai ficar bem 널 너무 사랑해서, 딱 한마디만 할게 너랑 꼭 똑같은 사람 만나 쓰레기 새꺄 neol neomu saran'haeseo, tak hanmadiman halge neorang kok tok gateun saram manna, seuregi saekya. Como eu amo muito você, vou te dizer uma coisa... eu espero que você encontre uma pessoa igualzinha a você.
Trouble Trouble Our destiny Nosso destino é um problema 누가 더 아파? nuga deo apa? Quem está sofrendo mais? 누가 더 사랑해? nuga deo saran'hae? Quem está amando mais? 내게 미친 널 보고 있으면 naege michin neol bogo isseumyeon Quando vejo você louco por mim, 난 웃지 이렇게 웃지 nan utji, iroke utji eu sorrio, sorrio assim 라리라라라 라리라라라 larilalala larilala 내가 미친 건지? 니가 미친 건지? naega michin geonji? niga michin geonji? Eu sou o louco? Você é a louca? 미친 너를 못 떠난 내가 미친 거지? michin neoreul mot tteonan naega michin geoji? Sou o louco por não conseguir deixar a louca que é você? 라리라라라 라리라라라 larilalala larilala 날 놓지마, 날 갖지마 nal nojima, nal gatjima Deixa-me. Você não me tem.
사랑했던 건 진심 넌 내 맘에 별 saran'haetteon geon jimshim neon nae mame byeol Eu te amei de verdade, você era a estrela do meu coração. 근데 별은 별인데 서울에 별 geunde byeoreun byeorinde Seure byeol Uma estrela, mas como uma estrela em Seul 밤만 되면 아주 그냥 보이질 않어. bamman doemyeon aju geunyang boijil ana. Sempre que a noite vem, eu fico sem te ver. 내 속타서 그냥 보이질 않어 Nae sogtaseo geunyang boijil ana. Eu fico frustrado por não te ver.
반짝 별님 어딜 가셨나? 땅 속에 꺼졌나 했더니 진짜 땅 속이데 banjag byeolnim gashyeonna? tang soge keojyeonna? haetteoni jinja tang sogide Estrela cintilante, para onde você foi? Afundou no solo? Você está, realmente, no subsolo. 참 신명나보여 클럽에서 아주 그냥 흥에 겨워 번쩍번쩍 빛나데 cham shinmyeona boyeo keulleobeseo aju geunyang heunge gyeowo beonjeog beonjeog binnade Parece que está passando um tempo da sua vida em clube, se divertindo.
니가 뭐 그리 잘났어 날 감정이 없는 사람 취급하고? O que você pensa que é, me tratando como se eu não tivesse sentimento? 또 그게 당연하다는 듯 굴어 huh 넌 알긴 할까 나도 사람이란걸 Agindo como se isso fosse natural...você percebe isso? Eu sou humano também. 찌르면 아파 간지럽히면 웃어. Se me belisca, dói. Se faz cócegas, eu sorrio. 화를 낼 줄도 알고 슬프면 울어 Eu sei ficar com raiva, e choro quando estou triste. 엮였어 진심 더럽게 엮였어. 답이 있을 리 있나 없지 Eu fui jogado de verdade. E pra isso não tem resposta.
Trouble Trouble Our destiny Nosso destino é um problema 누가 더 아파? Quem está sofrendo mais? 누가 더 사랑해? Quem está amando mais? 내게 미친 널 보고 있으면 Quando vejo você louco por mim, 난 웃지 이렇게 웃지 eu fico sorrindo assim
넌 망가질수록, 더 내가 필요해. Quanto mais você se arruína, mais você precisa de mim. 니 속을 헤고 또 헤고 또 해도 널 진짜 모르겠어 못해먹겠다고 Eu procuro entender o seu interior, mas não consigo. 넌 나의 곁에서 가장 행복해, 외로움보단 괴로움을 택해 Você é mais feliz ao meu lado, mas opta pela solidão e a amargura.
겪을 만큼 겪었어 난 더는 볼 일없어 너와 나 사이? 일없어 Já vivenciei o bastante e não tenho interesse de ver mais coisas. Entre você e eu? Nunca mais. 마지막 그 말 후회할 텐데 Você vai se arrepender destas últimas palavras 야 됐고 볼장 다 봤고, 넌 그냥 머리꼭지부터 발끝까지 최악 Eu já vi tudo o que tinha de ver, você é a pior dos pés a cabeça. 별 같은 소리하고 앉았네 불꺼 Estrela, apague as luzes. 그만 난 자러 갈래 수고 Parei. Vou pra cama.
Hurt me Love me Our destiny Me machuca, me ama. Esse é o nosso destino. 마음껏 욕해 하지만 가지마 Pode me xingar do que quiser, mas não vá. Hurt me Love me But don't you say goodbye Me fere, me ama. Mas não sei dizer adeus. 이렇게 비틀대지만 Eu estou balançado
라리라라라 라리라라라 larilalala larilala 내 말끝엔 또 칼끝이 O final das minhas palavras é uma faca afiada 라리라라라 라리라라라 larilalala larilala 니 손끝엔 또 눈물이 Em suas mãos há lágrimas de novo. 내가 미친 건지? 니가 미친 건지? Eu sou o louco? Você é a louca? 미친 너를 못 떠난 내가 미친 거지? Sou o louco por não conseguir deixar a louca que é você?
You may have heard that the Chinese government is has officially banned puns. I ran across some (serious) discussion of it on a linguistics site I frequent, Language Log. Ultimately, however, another site (Slate Star Codex) I have taken to frequenting nailed it, punningly:
China bans puns on the grounds that they may mislead children and defile cultural heritage. Language Log is on the story, and discusses the (extremely plausible) theory that this is part of a crackdown on people who use puns to get around censorship. Obligatory link to the Ten Mythical Creatures here. There’s no censor sensibility to the law, and it seems likely to cause Confucian and dis-Orientation among punks and pundits alike in its wonton disregard for personal freedom and attempts to bamboo-zle the public. It’s safe Tibet that dissidents who just Taipei single pun online will end up panda price and facing time in the punitentiary or even capital punishment – but those Hu support the government can Maoth off as much as they want and still wok free. I Canton derstand how people wouldn’t realize that this homophonbic bigotry raises a bunch of red flags. In the end, one Deng is clear: when puns are outlawed, only outlaws will have puns.
But even better was the following comment on Language Log by someone named Matt, in reaction to Slate Star Codex's punning:
You can definitely understand the Party's fears, though; after all, repurposing homophones or near-homophones in written Chinese has always resulted in radicalization.
Speculative Grammarian observed yesterday, "Today is Noam Chomsky’s birthday. To celebrate, discuss linguistics or hegemony. But never both at the same time! Why is that?"
More seriously, this is a Chomsky quote in linguistics that is worth remembering, and fundamental to linguistics.
The most striking aspect of linguistic competence is what we may call the 'creativity of language,' that is, the speaker's ability to produce new sentences, sentences that are immediately understood by other speakers although they bear no physical resemblance to sentences which are 'familiar.' - Noam Chomsky
What I'm listening to right now.
TV On The Radio, "Careful You." The lyrics aren't that interesting, but I like the song anyway.
Lyrics.
Oui je t'aime, oui je t'aime À demain, à la prochaine I know it's best to say goodbye But I can't seem to move away
Not to say, not to say That you shouldn't share the blame There is a softness to your touch There is a wonder to your ways
[Chorus] Don't know how I feel, what's the deal? Is it real? When's it gonna go down? Can we talk? Can we not? Well, I'm here, won't you tell me right now? And I'll care for you, oh, careful you Don't know, should we stay? Should we go? Should we back it up and turn it around? Take the good with the bad Still believe we can make it somehow I will care for you, oh, careful you, careful you
Oui je t'aime, oui je t'aime From the cradle to the grave You've done a number on my heart And things will never be the same
Freeze a frame, freeze a frame From a fever dream of days We learned the secret of a kiss And how it melts away all pain
A senator in Late Republican Rome is running late for the day’s session of the Senate. He comes into the senate chamber about 15 minutes late. Cicero is out in front giving a speech. The senator quietly sits down next to one of his friends, and leans over, quietly asking, “Have I missed much? What’s he talking about?”
To which his friend replies:”I haven’t got a clue... he hasn't even gotten to the verb yet.”
I feel this way about Korean sometimes. When listening to a conversation, I ponder: what was the verb? Did I miss it? Was one provided? The verbs tend to come at the end (as in classical Latin), but there are all these transitional forms that do coordinating and subordinating things that, in casual speech, don't always seem to get followed up on.
Unrelatedly, another joke:
What are you doing?
I'm maximizing the availability of my cognitive resources. [when you work this out, this means "doing nothing"].