A meet, a meet
Set a meeting with one of my old advisors. She’s a phonologist. I’m . . . not. So it’s mostly just a random chat. But it will be nice. I will have to try to remember to hold my tongue, though. Not that there’s much inapppropriate that I have to say — I have a semester where I don’t hate any of my professors. (She actually knows about the one I do hate. Who is a Big Name in the field, and also a big jerk. Luckily she’s discreet — lord knows I’m not.)
I have been lax. There is so much I have to have done already. Except I suppose not, since I haven’t.
I don’t seem to have any exciting and brilliant ideas about linguistics. Or neat things to say, or facts. I believe I’ve already shared my fact about what meaning Eskimo (Kalallisut) has a lot of words for (fear, not snow). Or English (anger, also not snow. Though more snow words, apparently). I can’t really face possible worlds at the moment.
I will continue to face learnability. Today’s goal: to finish a draft of the paper or handout. Then I will meet a friend for cheap fajita night. Mmmm, fajitas.