Archive for September, 2006

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Oral Language Preservation

September 28, 2006

In my brief respite between classes, I came across this article [via Google Alerts] about H.R. 4766, the Native American Languages Preservation Act. Most of the article details how this resolution would mandate roughly 500 hours per year of Native American language immersion for kids seven and younger. The author counters that this would hinder the learning of English, a valid point but one that could be remedied by offering a test-out option for who are already fluent. But that wasn’t what caught my eye. Towards the end of the article appeared the following:

Advocates of H.R. 4766 are apparently unaware of how difficult it is to learn to read an unwritten language. Many Native American languages remain unwritten, yet this legislation urges government grants for “the development of Native American language materials, such as books.”

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The Carter administration’s Office of Civil Rights (OCR) in the then-new Department of Education ordered an Alaska school district to give Eskimo children bilingual-reading instruction, despite the undisputed fact that no written version of the children’s language existed.

OCR’s solution? The school district was required to pay for the creation of a written language for these children and then teach them to read it.

So let me get this straight. You want to teach Native American children the language of their ancestors, thereby ostensibly preserving their heritage, while implementing a writing system that their ancestors never used? Sounds a bit like proselytizing. “Do speak your language, yes, but here is our alphabet and our stylistic rules.”

Many Native American languages never developed a writing system because they lived in environments where written media (such as paper, bark, or animal skin) would not last for long. This is the reality of Native American culture, and to emphasize true cultural heritage, this tradition has to be honored. Unless the Native American tribe collectively agrees on a system of writing, no one has any right to impose a writing system on a language.

This attempt to associate letters with sounds seems a result of the visual and textual nature of society. Everything is written down or spelled out, making much of memory meaningless. For millenia, oral communication was the only option, from our earliest ancestor to timeless Homer. This reminds me of something I read about the comedian Eddie Izzard; namely, that he never writes any of his material down, but commits it all to memory, because that is how humans worked for the longest time. If you’ve seen his shows, its very believable given his informal behaviors and spotaneous style.

The prospect of learning a language by memory now seems impossible, with no dictionary or thesaurus to run to for help. For us, though, its also terribly rewarding, maybe not intellectually (are there any studies on this?) but at least emotionally. And if nothing else, it’s an homage to a lifestyle all but forgotten.

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Welcome to the Language Department

September 27, 2006

Ah, the grand unveiling of the Language Quarter of Stark Raving Sane, where the buzz is on what people say and where four quarters don’t make a whole. I pictured it with more fanfare and paparazzi. And confetti.

Anyways, this section of the main blog is dedicated to all things language-y. Why, you ask, am I making this foray? Mostly because it’s required for my PSYCH17N seminar. But I’m not complaining, because it blends my passions for technology and language. Which brings me to my I joined the class: language just plain interests me, especially from an anthropological perspective. How diverse are human languages? Why are they so diverse? How do different cultures use verbal language as opposed to sign language and non-verbal gestures? Questions like these.

This class should be a lot of fun.

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A Week on the Farm

September 26, 2006

Ah, the first week of life at Stanford. I’m sure you’re wondering about life here, so I’ll give the recap:

Dorm-life: I live in the Freshman-Sophomore College, which comes out around 200 kids in two connected halls. Every room is a two-room double (plus some singles, I think). I like the two-room double concept, because its spacious, open, as well as private if need be. Frankly, my room is too big since I’ve packed everything in one half. Now to get a trampoline…

Bath-life: Bathrooms are clean and well-stocked, though there’s one soap dispenser that’s always empty. Showers could be a bit larger, but water flow is pretty good. Enough time in shower will teach you the “shower shuffle”. Since I live on the first floor, all the water coming to me is affected by activity on the top two floors. So if you hear a toilet flush above, you better shuffle out of the waterstream, else you will be scalded with one second of intense heat. It eventually becomes a conditioned reflex.

Food-life: The dining hall ain’t bad. Could be better, yes, but its definitely not crap. Plus the all-you-can-eat salad bar is amazing. As well as the waffle maker with Stanford insignia. There’s also a Subway, a Jamba Juice, and other food stops at the Union.

Misc-life: The weather’s beautiful. A bit chilly in the morn’n and even’n, but gorgeous in between. Main Quad is enormous. Trees are brilliant. Birds and squirrels aren’t as flighty as in Michigan. I’ve even seen a raptor or two soaring high, circling lazily. Biking is the way to go, and the campus here is very bike-friendly. There are always bike racks wherever you go, plus a lot of streets where cars just can’t drive on. All in all, amazing.

Classes started yesterday, so you’ll get the rap on that around Friday or so.

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French Etymology

September 24, 2006

Like all great epiphanies, this one came while I was showering.

Has anyone noticed how similar the French words année (year) and anneau (ring) are? A year starts and ends at specific points, only to restart the next day, like a loop. A circle. A ring. I wish I had a French etymological dictionary to check this theory out, but I don’t think I know enough French to understand it. Hmm…

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The Guide to Men

September 22, 2006
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The Dank Trip

September 21, 2006

The backpacking trip was, perhaps, the greatest physical and emotional upheaval in my life to this point. It was an absolute aweing experience that still amazes me today. Without the fantastic support of the leaders and my peers, it would have been a colossal (and painful) waste of time. Fortunately, it was the complete opposite. I wish I could take the time to detail each day of the trip, but NSO week is squeezing all the free time out of me. Nonetheless, I present below brief notes of each day and (borrowing a page from Meryl and Catherine) the quote of that day, which, in my mind, sums up the day’s experiences. Enjoy:

Day 1
QOD: “We are campers, not heathens!” — Delamon, trip leader, on why he refused honey on his peanut butter-jelly-salami-swiss cheese bagelwich. Other notes: very large hills to climb.

Day 2
QOD: “Grossman, you look like a shag rug from South Africa.” — Brianna, trip leader, on how David’s reed grass-and-burr covered backside looked. Other notes: in the middle of the wilderness, the stars shone proud and clear. It was overwhelmingly beautiful. We started making up our own constellations, starting with a mouse and escalating to a cowboy with a moustache and beard wearing a sombrero, brandishing two guns, and a Panzer chasing an Easter bunny with only one ear. Around dinner time we heard coyotes howling.

Day 3
QOD: “Dankology, the study of dank.” — Me, extrapolating on the various uses of the world’s greatest superlative. Now go and spread the gospel of dank. Other notes: swam in a large lake, had to go rock climbing to get out. Very very cold water. After that we had lunch, and as it was winding down, we heard a rattlesnake angrily rattle at us. Needless to say, we moved away pretty quickly.

Day 4
QOD: “Guys, guys…would you really trust a policeman?” — Chris, while playing Mafia. Other notes: we trekked through a gorgeous creek bed and took a side trip to a scenic spot called China Hole. In what must be my third time ever skipping stones, I threw a few stones that skipped 8-10 times.

Day 5
A sad day for all of us, so no QOD. I did, however, finally get to see The Princess Bride.

Fast forward a day or two and I’m in the middle of Orientation. Time for me to get back to the rest of the hubbub.

On a related note, the Stanford Marching Band is batshit crazy. The annual Band Run was an amazingly insane rollicking mass of fun and excitement. I loved it.

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Excuse the Brevity

September 21, 2006

Well, I’m alive. But New Student Orientation week has scheduled virtually every moment of daylight, so I’m stuck updating, well, now. I’ll give a fuller recap of the backpacking trip later, since in the 8 short days I’ve been gone, I’ve received 2 text messages, 3 voicemails (including one drunken one), 76 deviations and 5 messages on dA, 66 e-mails, 1254 RSS articles, and approximately 280 comics to read. I go now to trawl through all of that, then read up on IntroSems and various other college-related hoopla, and hopefully sleep reasonably early.

Oh, and my camera’s batteries died on the trip, so pictures are woefully underwhelming.

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Off to Cal-i-for-nye-ay

September 12, 2006

And we sang him a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we’d be seeing him again
I’m sad to say I must be on my way
So buy me beer and whiskey ’cause I’m going far away
I’d like to think of me returning when I can
To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane

“Sally MacLennane” — The Pogues

My plane to Stanford takes off in less than 8 hours and I’m stuck finishing the mandatory and rather boring AlcoholEDU course. I’ll be backpacking until the 18th, just in time for Orientation to kick off on the 19th. Don’t expect an update till then. Hopefully I’ll have survived enough to type.

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Plutonian Woes

September 7, 2006

One small thing to report today: HR-36, a short statement of grievances taken by the state of California against the International Astronomical Union regarding the demotion of Pluto.

It has to be a joke. I just has to.

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“…but we are not yet safe.”

September 5, 2006

Following Steve Irwin’s death by a stingray, Chris Rangel takes a brief look at the pathophysiology of stingray venom. Morbid, but fascinating. Irwin’s entry on Blog of Death makes his loss all the more palpable. He can’t be replaced [WARNING: link not suitable for the squeamish; via mental_floss]

Meanwhile, in China, the 2008 Beijing Olympics Committee have unveiled the pictograms for the games. I like how the archer apparently forgot his arrow, or how the equestrians are using legless horses. And since when is handball an Olympic sport? Apparently since 1972. Talk about being in the dark.

Then there’s the Westboro Baptist Church: Hating Gays Since the Big Bang. Watch as one intrepid reporter tries flirting with a church member. And what could be better than one gay activist? How about a bus full of them? Chalk up another bright moment for the state of Kansas.

Side note: if your cockawhatever has a testicle-ish lump, don’t take it to East Buttfuckistan.

A little closer to home, a pink bug has been spotted in Monroe County. It looks like it went for a swim in a paint can. Reminds me of the green cats story that went around a few years back.

Across the Atlantic, Britain nails down its settlement history. [via Afarensis] But for those in the States, as if Independence Day, Memorial Day, and Flag Day weren’t enough, now we get to celebrate Patriot Day. [via Plus + Ultra]

And what post would be complete without the obligatory bad pun? [via Pharyngula]