I mentioned a bit ago that I played a game of Dread run by the estimable John. Having gotten the permission of the participants, and having edited out some bits like our having dinner in the middle, I now put up the three-part audio of the game. There are five participants, a bit of overlap …
A short one: I saw Easy A today, and it was fantastic. A great movie, possibly a classic-to-be. A great soundtrack. Surprisingly deep and nuanced. Go see it.
I fear I have gone a little mad. My mind and time have been so occupied by one thing—linguistics—that I retaliate by thinking about another—games and their design—as much as I can. I am filled with a manic energy, and sleep goes by the wayside. I read for my classes as fast as I can, …
Tonight, John ran a game of Dread. He nailed it. We nailed it. And we recorded it. The audio quality isn’t the best—we were operating off my computer’s internal mic. But we got the whole game, and most of our post-mortem (an apt choice of words when the game is Dread). I’m gonna clean up …
This post by Ta-Nehisi Coates is one of the most beautiful things I’ve read in a long time. That’s all for now. (More coming soon, some questions about linguistics and what areas of research I might want best to pursue. Also, I think a bit of Vincent Baker’s writing style is rubbing off on me.)
Today, I was staring blankly at Information Structuring in Papago Narrative Discourse (Payne 1987), and getting nowhere. Ever alert and ever insightful, Allison suggested we go for a walk, and get out of the house. And what a walk! We went up the Wonderland Creek Trail (how perfect for her, right?) where she’s been going …
The semester is going well so far—classes that fill my head with ideas, questions, and new perspectives. TAing is good so far—running a classroom ain’t so bad, and can even be kinda fun. I have a social world, too, seeing people I knew last time I was out here, and meeting new people, too. Yet. …
I think those are the truest self-identifications ever applied to me. Everything else about me is relatively ancillary. Yesterday, I got to take the first steps on actually being a teacher. Today, I got to resume being a student. I’m taking two classes this semester: Syntactic Theory with Barbara Fox, and History of Linguistics in …
I’ve never understood the Quaker use of First Day for Sunday. It makes sense only if Saturday is your sabbath—He rested on the seventh day, right? However, that’s utterly irrelevant to what I intend to write. Today was the first day of my real graduate student career. I had a TA meeting and attended the …
So, I’ve met some nice other grad students—an Aerospace PhD student named Sibylle, a Ling Masters named Iris, and then … then I bumped into a friend from Swarthmore who’s also starting here, Fletcher. So there are at least five Swatties in town, including him and his girlfriend. The circle widens, or the world gets …