Wednesday, 28 June 2006

The Unfolding of Language

I am 100 pages into a marvelous book I thought you might be interested in:
 
The Unfolding of Language by Guy Deutscher
 
Synopsis
'Language is mankind's greatest invention - except of course, that it was never invented.' So begins Guy Deutscher's enthralling investigation into the evolution of language. No one believes that the Roman Senate sat down one day to design the complex system that is Latin grammar, and few believe, these days, in the literal truth of the story of the Tower of Babel. But then how did there come to be so many languages, and of such elaborate design? If we started off with rudimentary utterances on the level of 'man throw spear', how did we end up with sophisticated grammars, enormous vocabularies, and intricately nuanced shades of meaning? Drawing on recent, groundbreaking discoveries in modern linguistics, Deutscher exposes the elusive forces of creation at work in human communication. Along the way, we learn why German maidens are neuter while German turnips are female, why we have feet not foots, and how great changes of pronunciation may result from simple laziness...
 
 
I've learned such fabulous things as the Semitic languages' noun stems and the fact that 'not' is equivalent to the 'pas' in French's 'ne...pas' and originally wasn't a negater at all!
 
I am absolutely loving it and am actually excited when I get a chance to take time and read more.  It's right up there with three of my other favourite books I can't recommend enough:
 
 
The Power of Babel: A Natural History of Language by John H. McWhorter
 
Amazon.co.uk Review
In his enormously ambitious book The Power of Babel, John McWhorter offers an account of the first common language ever spoken by human beings, and proceeds to explore why it then fragmented into the 6,000 languages that are spoken today across the globe. As Professor of Linguistics at the University of California at Berkeley, McWhorter is perfectly qualified to provide a witty and accessible guide to his subject. As he puts it, "the process by which one original language has developed into six thousand is a rich and fascinating one, incorporating not only findings from linguistic theory but also geography, history, sociology. It is this fascinating story that I will share with you in this book."
 
 
Mother Tongue by Bill Bryson (Quite possibly my favourite book ever.)
 
Amazon.co.uk Review
Who would have thought that a book about the English language would be so entertaining? Certainly not this grammar-allergic reviewer, but The Mother Tongue pulls it off admirably. Bill Bryson--a zealot--is the right man for the job. Who else could rhapsodise about "the colourless murmur of the schwa" with a straight face? It is his unflagging enthusiasm, seeping from between every sentence, that carries the book.

Bryson displays an encyclopedic knowledge of his topic, and this inevitably encourages a light tone; the more you know about a subject, the more absurd it becomes. No jokes are necessary, the facts do well enough by themselves, and Bryson supplies tens per page. As well as tossing off gems of fractured English (from a Japanese eraser: "This product will self- destruct in Mother Earth."), Bryson frequently takes time to compare the idiosyncratic tongue with other languages. Not only does this give a laugh (one word: Welsh), and always shed considerable light, it also makes the reader feel fortunate to speak English.

Synopsis
A witty, irreverent but very useful account of the peculiarities of the English language. This book is designed to appeal to all lovers of language and history. The author also wrote "The Lost Continent", "Book of Blunders" and "Dictionary of Troublesome Words". "Mother Tongue" should appeal to all lovers of language and history and also those with a sense of humour.

and its American expansion:
 
Made in America by Bill Bryson
 
Amazon.co.uk Review
Bill Bryson's "Informal History of the English Language in the United States" is, in a word, fascinating. After reading this tour de force, it's clear that a nation's language speaks volumes about its true character: you are what you speak. Bryson traces America's history through the language of the time, then goes on to discuss words culled from everyday activities: immigration, eating, shopping, advertising, going to the movies, and others.

Made in America will supply you with interesting facts and cocktail chatter for a year or more. Did you know, for example, that Teddy Roosevelt's "speak softly and carry a big stick" credo has its roots in a West African proverb? Or that actor Walter Matthau's given name is Walter Mattaschanskayasky? Or that the supposedly frigid Puritans--who called themselves "Saints," by the way--had something called a pre-contract, which was a license for premarital sex? Made in America is an excellent discussion of American English, but what makes the book such a treasure is that it offers much, much more.

Synopsis
An entertaining, anecdotal look at the origins of language and ideas in the USA. Bryson explains why two bicycle repairmen from Ohio succeeded in mastering manned flight, why the assassination of President Garfield led to the invention of air conditioning, and many other improbable but true facts.


So buy them and read so we can discuss ad nauseum.

 
Cheers,
Shaun

Sunday, 11 June 2006

[The Life of Shaun #53] Shaun's a Mary, quite contrary, how does his garden grow?

This past Thursday, Natasha and I planned and successfully carried out a coup.  As you may remember, our complex has that most English of amenities, a private garden.  But we weren't given keys because, also very English, we're not the right class; we're renters, not owners.  As the Summer has sprang upon us with a vengeance we decided we must get a key.

So we invited the neighbor we're friendliest with, Alister, for wine.  And boy was wine had!  Six bottles split amongst three.  A nice follow-up to Natasha's and my anniversary celebration the Monday before where we had four split amongst two.  But I digress.

Anyway, expertly laid out in the middle of all this., Natasha made an off-handed comment about us not being given keys and Alister offered to get us a copy, no prodding needed!  She's a brilliant lady, my Natasha.

So we're off now to celebrate with a bottle of cold prosecco in the hot sun.  In our private garden.  Bless.

Cheers,
Shaun

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Thursday, 8 June 2006

[The Life of Shaun #52] Italia

Here are pics from Sean's and my trip to Italy, if you're interested:

http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/shaunec1/album?.dir=/a9b3re2&.src=ph&.tok=phNBp_EBWiZAB2dD

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Shaun

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Thursday, 25 May 2006

[The Life of Shaun #51] Shaun in a word (or 20)

Yesterday I sent out an eMail to my "doodles" list asking people to describe me in one word. This is how my friends & family see me:

Amazing, Voluptuous, Promiscuous, Relentless, Outrageous, Alcoholic, Precocious, Nomadic, Brilliant, Unique, Clued-Up, Peripatetic, Inspired, Worldly, Capricious, Ebullient, Adorable, Experimental, Omnipresent, Impervious.

Sound like me?

(And, yes, clued-up counts as one word... I protested as well, but turns out MS Word counts hyphenated expressions as one, and since this is Micro$oft's world, it counts.)

Cheers,
Shaun
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Thursday, 18 May 2006

[The Life of Shaun #50] Never Mind the Full Stops

Anyone who's visited the UK knows TV here is a lot different than in the US.  A lot of it is dreadful, but a lot is great.  Earlier this year I was in love with "Balderdash and Piffle" a show that traced the origin of English words.

Tonight Natasha and I watched one of the cerebral 'game shows' that would only work in England -- the type that is all about the guests' answers & commentary, not about winning.  It's called "Never Mind the Full Stops" and it's a quiz show about everything & anything English.  If you're so inclined, you can check out the link:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/bbcfour/features/fullstops/

But just another little cultural thing that makes me love living here.  :)

Cheers,
Shaun

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Tuesday, 16 May 2006

[The Life of Shaun #49] Good news!

I've just received notice that I've been accepted to Cass Business School to complete my MBA, beginning in September.  VERY glad about this!  It's more debt (yahooey!), but I will be finishing the degree sooner than I'd thought and at a well-respected university in the UK.  So my life over the next two years is becoming a little bit more settled.
 
Today's a good day!
 
Cheers,

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Monday, 15 May 2006

[The Life of Shaun #48] Ciao, bella!

WARNING: Very calm, laid-back weekend described below.

Nine months (Nine? How did that happen? I was sure it was only eight...) to the day after leaving New York for shores abroad I set foot in my first new European country. Quite surprising, seeing it's a stalwart of almost everyone's itinerary on their first trip to Europe, but I have finally made it to Italy. I went with my friend Sean to Bologna over a long weekend to dip my toes into the Roman world and to visit a friend Luca.

Bologna is an eminently nice city. It's called the red city as most every building is a shade of red. The city center is mostly still medieval-aged structures and Bologna is home to the world's oldest university. A quirk in real estate measurements led to 42km of covered sidewalks in the city. In medieval times the property was priced (and I imagine taxed) based on the perimeter of the building on the ground. So to save money owners built a smaller base, then jutted the second floor out and supported it with arches. This resulted in covered archways lining many of Bologna's central streets. Lovely effect, and especially nice in the heat and/or rain.

Overall Bologna's a very quiet, small, but sophisticated, city. We had a good time exploring the city, dining, some people-watching in the piazzas. It wasn't the dinners laden with rivers of wine I'd anticipated, but I enjoyed myself, and I still have Rome to feel out that side of Italian life.

Friday we spent the day in Florence and what can one say but "Wow, the Duomo really is that amazing"? The whole city center is a post-card and I enjoyed getting to walk over the famous bridge with houses & stores on it. It was surprisingly uncrowded (note: I am using Times Square and Oxford Street as bases to measure this) for being such a tourist mecca; quite appreciated.

Now I am back in fair London. Already mentally planning the next time in Italy... Rome & Naples, I am thinking; it's time to see the South.

Cheers,
Shaun

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Monday, 8 May 2006

[The Life of Shaun #47] Londcisco-by-the-Sea

Ah! They grey skies! Chilly weather! Insipid rain! Pebbles & stones stretching as far as the eye can see! Where else can one get all this but the English seaside?! I went to Brighton this weekend, a town on the coast of England, about an hour south from London. It's a popular gay getaway, London's more declassΓ© answer to Provincetown.

Brighton's nickname is "London-by-the-Sea" due to the large influx of (largely gay) Londoners that occurs every weekend, especially over the Summer. But I believe a more accurate description would be if you were to think of London and San Francisco having a tryst at the beach one holiday and Brighton is the love child they left behind. It is thoroughly English, from its large London emigrant population and guests, to fish-and-chips on the pier, to the people enjoying themselves on the rides at the pier oblivious to the rain & glum in the way only a people who've grown up with it could. But there're huge overlaps with San Francisco; the city is choc-a-block with Edwardian architecture, rows of ticky-tack houses lining the hills above the city, gays & hippies everywhere, galleries displaying art for art's sake (tell me, really, does anyone like this stuff?) and 300 pound lesbians with mullets who don't wear bras to make a political point. If the trip hadn't only taken an hour I could easily have been fooled into thinking I was back on 18th & Castro.

It really is a lovely town, and I had a good time. Good food, good just-tacky-enough gay bars, dance club, a cute shopping district called The Lanes, made up of a series of 5-feet-or-so-wide lanes lined with oh-so-precious stores. I also rode the world famous Crazy Mouse, a roller coaster where, for the second half of the ride, as you're riding along the track your car spins around randomly. It was surprisingly fun (and scary, since you feel you're about to fly off into the sea) and only £3 (as opposed to the highly disappointing £9 (yes, £9!) roller coaster Russ and I rode in Blackpool.

So a good weekend was had. I'd definitely go back some time; I hear Pride there is fantastic. But now all thoughts are to Italy! Sean and I go to Bologna this Thursday for a four-day getaway there and Verona. It's my first time to Italy - very excited!

Cheers,
Shaun

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Wednesday, 26 April 2006

[The Life of Shaun #45] ¡Amo Madrid!

As a brilliant philosopher once said, "¡Amo Madrid!  Pero odio salir de Madrid", or "I love Madrid!  But I hate leaving Madrid." 
 
Russ and I arrived in Madrid (dead sober, if you can fathom it) to a ridiculously huge, ridiculously nice, ridiculously empty airport.  We rode for miles on the train from the gate terminal to the baggage terminal, to wait for our luggage.  And wait and wait.  Finally the luggage came and we made our way out through customs.  Or attempted to.  Again, the airport was so massive we felt like we were in Poltergeist -- for every step we took towards the exit it got two steps further away.  But eventually we overcame the demon and got out.  Two cash machine attempts later, euros in hand, we headed out in a taxi with a cute boy from Brighton into Madrid.
 
Right away the city amazed us.  It's so gorgeous; I had no idea.  Even out by the airport, where less image-savvy cities pile up acres of hideous projects & council estates, there were beautiful villas and tasteful stucco apartment blocks.  Only once on our way in did we see a concrete development of the type London is so fond, and including that I only recoiled at three buildings I saw the whole time.  Madrid is big, regal, and gorgeous.
 
But I don't understand it at all.
 
We'd heard about the famous lateness of Madrid, so we tastefully showed for dinner at 10:30 for 90 minutes of dining, followed by a good night out.  Madrid is gorgeous, and this time I am referring to the people.  It's a little ridiculous, actually.  I feel sorry for Calvin Klein et al, throwing millions of dollars into advertising with models strewn about on posters, just to be ignored because, in Madrid at least, the people on the streets are the ones you notice.
 
But back to going out, we always had a great time and found some good bars (Sunrise!) and some bad ones.  Only hit one club, Cool, which I quite liked.  I failed in my plan to secure a new, hot Spanish boyfriend, but I did meet a cute English boy, which is nice in its own way.  What confused us was this: we'd be at a nice bar, very full, people having fun; decide to try a new bar; have one drink there and decide to go back to the first; it's been emptied, closed and shuttered up!  So we're suddenly alone on an empty street wondering where everyone went.
 
The other peculiar thing in Madrid is how long the days are.  I went to bed three separate times on Saturday, with full-on doings in between each.  How do they get so much time in one day?
 
And thus we spent our days and nights, wandering, eating, drinking, going out, leaving in a happy frame of mind.
 
But you can't visit a country as passionate and hot as Spain without some drama, can you?  We learned upon arrival that there's a strict 55-minutes-before-the-flight rule at Madrid's airport.  We learned this by showing up 50 minutes before.  And not being allowed on the plane.  Or rebooked on the next.  Or the next.  Since our tickets were considered null & void since we'd missed the first cut-off time.  End result: we got to pay €260 (£180, $323) each for a flight back on EasyJet.  This should provide a nice bit of ironic humour to those of you who remember we decided to go to Madrid instead of Athens since the flights to Athens were so expensive.
 
So, as was said:
 
"¡Amo Madrid!  Pero odio salir de Madrid."
          - Shaun Coley (1974 - )
 
Russ left yesterday morning and I miss him already.
 
Next stop: Bologna, 11 May.
 
Cheers,
Shaun

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