IGT, that is. (IGT stands for interlinear glossed text) My teacher made this cute LOLcats reference during class ;) Yay for tecchie teachers.
It turns out I may be able to do a project for my class which syncs up with something my boss wants me to research at work. How cool would that look on my resume? It would basically be doing something like taking some of our lesson text, parsing it out using an open source spell checker/morphological parser.
I took my hair out. Too many bums were stopping me on the street this time. I think the flower to hair ratio was too high. I may do something like curly dreads next time, but the downside of this is that you can't use hot water to wash your hair, so I'd have to always wear a shower cap and rinse my hair in cold water.
I've been really PMSy/weepy/grumpy the past week and a half. I have a bit of a feud going on with the barista at my favorite coffee shop, so I can't go in there anymore when he's working, and he's working all the time. I even called the owner because I was so upset over losing my beloved coffee shop, but it seemed to make things worse after she forgot the drink card she got me for my trouble and said barista starts going, "WHY WERE YOU TALKING TO THE OWNER" etc etc. It's silly, really. I guess Seattle/Portland are known for these sassy (read: hipster asshole) baristas who are way too cool to treat you respectfully. Honestly, I'd go somewhere else, but they have vegan scones and sandwiches and muffins and stuff and sometimes they are for sale for 1 dollar. Also there is white coffee, which no other Seattle coffee shop has.
I'm playing through KOTOR again and reading Wookipedia too much. I really should have been a Xenolinguist. Unfortunatley, only Star Trek did anything worthwhile with its languages. Huttese is basically BS and there's nothing rivalling Klingon.
I recently sent my Ukrainian co-worker this LOLworthy video. Apparently her (non Ukrainian) husband asked, "What language is that?"
<3 method. They have these dryer sheets and detergent called "Rice Milk and Mallow" that I looove. It's for babies so it smells maybe a little baby-ish, but who wouldn't want their clothes to smell like marshmallows! I also got a great product of theirs that supposedly smells like Ylang Ylang for cleaning your shower. My shower is no longer all scummy ^_^ Plus I don't poison the house and my cats with chemicals. And yet, I still wonder why people call me a hippie -_- sshhh...
I met someone who wants to learn Icelandic. We are going to try to learn it together but I'm afraid it may be sitcom worthy - a linguist trying to learn a language with a non linguist is Bad News.
Non-Linguist: "Gosh, that sound is funny!"
Linguist: "That's a pre-aspirated stop. (explains aspiration for 10 minutes)"
Non-Linguist: "Let's learn how to say hello!"
Linguist: *doesn't hear because she has an icelandic saga she is glossing morpheme by morpheme*
Non-Linguist: "I don't know when to use this case"
Linguist: *gets out a problem from undergrad syntax on case in Icelandic*
Actually, I wish I had that problem. I forgot what was so special about case in Icelandic.
My cat looks kind of mad. I wonder what that's all about.
Now for more KOTOR. Goodnight!
It turns out I may be able to do a project for my class which syncs up with something my boss wants me to research at work. How cool would that look on my resume? It would basically be doing something like taking some of our lesson text, parsing it out using an open source spell checker/morphological parser.
I took my hair out. Too many bums were stopping me on the street this time. I think the flower to hair ratio was too high. I may do something like curly dreads next time, but the downside of this is that you can't use hot water to wash your hair, so I'd have to always wear a shower cap and rinse my hair in cold water.
I've been really PMSy/weepy/grumpy the past week and a half. I have a bit of a feud going on with the barista at my favorite coffee shop, so I can't go in there anymore when he's working, and he's working all the time. I even called the owner because I was so upset over losing my beloved coffee shop, but it seemed to make things worse after she forgot the drink card she got me for my trouble and said barista starts going, "WHY WERE YOU TALKING TO THE OWNER" etc etc. It's silly, really. I guess Seattle/Portland are known for these sassy (read: hipster asshole) baristas who are way too cool to treat you respectfully. Honestly, I'd go somewhere else, but they have vegan scones and sandwiches and muffins and stuff and sometimes they are for sale for 1 dollar. Also there is white coffee, which no other Seattle coffee shop has.
I'm playing through KOTOR again and reading Wookipedia too much. I really should have been a Xenolinguist. Unfortunatley, only Star Trek did anything worthwhile with its languages. Huttese is basically BS and there's nothing rivalling Klingon.
I recently sent my Ukrainian co-worker this LOLworthy video. Apparently her (non Ukrainian) husband asked, "What language is that?"
<3 method. They have these dryer sheets and detergent called "Rice Milk and Mallow" that I looove. It's for babies so it smells maybe a little baby-ish, but who wouldn't want their clothes to smell like marshmallows! I also got a great product of theirs that supposedly smells like Ylang Ylang for cleaning your shower. My shower is no longer all scummy ^_^ Plus I don't poison the house and my cats with chemicals. And yet, I still wonder why people call me a hippie -_- sshhh...
I met someone who wants to learn Icelandic. We are going to try to learn it together but I'm afraid it may be sitcom worthy - a linguist trying to learn a language with a non linguist is Bad News.
Non-Linguist: "Gosh, that sound is funny!"
Linguist: "That's a pre-aspirated stop. (explains aspiration for 10 minutes)"
Non-Linguist: "Let's learn how to say hello!"
Linguist: *doesn't hear because she has an icelandic saga she is glossing morpheme by morpheme*
Non-Linguist: "I don't know when to use this case"
Linguist: *gets out a problem from undergrad syntax on case in Icelandic*
Actually, I wish I had that problem. I forgot what was so special about case in Icelandic.
My cat looks kind of mad. I wonder what that's all about.
Now for more KOTOR. Goodnight!

