I noticed on an atlas the other day that just outside Reno there’s a town called Sparks.
It didn’t say how big it was.
I noticed on an atlas the other day that just outside Reno there’s a town called Sparks.
It didn’t say how big it was.
Fighting with your sexuality is a bit different from wrestling with it or struggling with it. Many people wrestle with their consciences and struggle with maths. Consciences and maths are themselves at least neutral, if not actually splendid things we couldn’t do without.
We all know that the Daily Mail partitions the universe into things that cause cancer and things that prevent cancer. But what sort of a thing is cancer? One way of investigating this is to look at things which they talk about in the same way as cancer. Crispin Blunt, according to today’s edition, had had a thirty year fight with his sexuality. Gayness, obesity, the Taliban, cancer. There must be more.
Wabi-sabi (侘寂) is an aesthetic of impermanence.
Wasabi (ワサビ) is a kind of horseradish.
If yeast were a plant, rather than an animal, then bread, beer and sparkling wine would be much more exciting stuff.
Es schwindelt mir.
And then I thought it went Es brennt die Eingeweide, Eingeweide being a body part. Es brennt mir die Eingeweide would be better but doesn’t scan. It is in fact Es brennt mein Eingeweide, which can only go to show.
I don’t expect predictive text algorithms to use context, there’s not enough room in the typical mobile phone for that, but they could use counts, and if so, what corpus did they get their numbers from?
German T9 doesn’t have Spargel in its lexicon. In May, why would you send a text message about anything else?
Wirbeltier sein is not intrinsically as much fun as it sounds.
I suppose it’s too late to call it anything else, but apparently Icelandic schoolteachers call a consistent-looking replacement of the accusative with the dative for certain sorts of verb þágufallssýki, or “dative sickness”, and this has penetrated the literature.