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January 10, 2008

SC goes to LSA, computer decides not to join him

OK, it's been a few months too long, but your host is undead not dead and is overdue to be posting. Having gone to the LSA conference in Chicago this past weekend, SC was looking forward to renewing old acquaintances and catching up on interesting research. And while no small amount of activity happened on both fronts, certainly it didn't all go as planned. If I missed you this year, my apologies, but at least there's always Portland (site of next year's conference).

In any event, on Friday night, your host had dinner with Neal Whitman, who offered two pieces of sage advice: 1) don't apologize, just get back to it, and 2) clean up your comments. SC promptly went back to his hotel room and got most of the way through the comment-cleaning portion of that endeavor (getting rid of about 800 of some 1300 spam comments before having to stop), and then took his laptop with him to go work on a new post for the first time in several months while sitting on a Chicago subway train.

Alas, sometime on Saturday morning, Mrs. SC needed to use the computer to catch up on her work (she wasn't going to pass up a trip that put her in walking distance of this steakhouse, and your host now understands completely). In and of itself, opening a web browser, even one as pernicious and evil as Internet Explorer, shouldn't kill your hard drive. But it crashed shortly after being started, as all Windows programs enjoy doing (they are not proof of artificial intelligence, though, because they are cases of demonic possession instead), and this time the Blue Screen of Death turned out to mean the death of the hard drive's boot sector. So: no live blogging from LSA, note-taking by hand only, and no e-mailing or composing posts until getting back to Los Angeles. Over the next couple of days, there will be writeups of the sessions that SC made it to, plus a rueful post on why the Windows virus is on SC's new hard drive despite what it did to hamper his conference-going.

June 13, 2007

Introducing Step 3

As should be readily obvious, something has changed around here. In order to explain it, I'm going to slip out of the usual SC voice, and write in the first person for a change. And there's no better way to begin this explanation than with a story I've wanted to have a good reason to tell for a long time.

In 1996, after transferring from Harvey Mudd College to Claremont McKenna College, I had to pick a new major, as I had decided to give up on being an electrical engineer. I was having a very hard time deciding between two choices, which I spent the entire summer thinking about: linguistics...or music? I'm not a gifted enough saxophonist to have made a living as a performance major, so it would have been music theory, but truthfully, I wasn't sure if I had what it took to make a living as a composer, either. So after spending some time reading Akmajian et al.'s introductory linguistics textbook, as I mentioned once before, I made the decision that proved me to be the worst mercenary in human history: I decided to go into linguistics for the money.

If you didn't die laughing after reading that, it's safe to assume you weren't drinking anything at the time. More seriously, and I don't think I've ever claimed otherwise, I didn't want to be a professor -- as much as I admire many of the people I studied with and those who I've met through this blog, I always wanted to go build a product, and make a living by selling it. Back when I first joined SAIC, it looked like that opportunity would be the concept-based search engine that I helped develop. And speaking of SAIC, let me mention right now that I remain in a consulting relationship with them, and so I will continue my policy of not commenting on the company, except for what follows in this post.

What I will say regarding my time there is that the time that I started this blog (January of 2004) coincided almost exactly with the end of the artificial intelligence research group there that I had been part of. I was fortunate enough to be picked up by a modeling-and-simulation team that kept me from being unemployed right while Mrs. SC was in medical school, but one of the rough things about the consulting business is that your salary is tied very tightly to continuously bringing in new work. This meant that I only worked about half-time that first year on the blog, which gave me more time to read and write, albeit at the expense of a tight living situation. In June of 2005, though, I coauthored a proposal that brought in a lot more funding than I had ever been responsible for before, and suddenly I had all the full-time work I could ask for. Alas, that work had exactly no linguistic relevance, being a big database-migration project for the Department of Transportation (the project is a matter of public record, and you can read about it here if you'd like). The effects on my writing have been obvious, but more than anything, I found myself lamenting the fact that I wasn't in academia if I wasn't going to be building something.

While I have no wish to comment in any detail on my medical records, nor on any causal connections between them and my work, suffice it to say that the catalyst for change was a physical exam last year which led me to write several things on dieting, including my unbounded admiration for some work by Neil Whitman's brother, Glen. I gained a lot of weight working on the project, and while I've worked it off at this point, it forced me to reassess my priorities. Within days of being read the riot act by my doctor, I sat down to put together a presentation on a product I'd dreamed of building for years, talked to a lawyer about incorporating -- and then stopped.

An inane provision of the Internal Revenue Code imposes a certain minimum tax burden (about $800) on any corporation in its first year of business, whether or not they book any revenue. While this is not a meaningful barrier if you're planning on raising venture capital, it would have been a pointless expense since I expected to remain with SAIC at least through January. So I put the plans on hold, but continued to write code to test my ideas -- and I was pleased with what I found.

Due to the gratitude I felt -- and very much continue to feel -- to the coworkers who saved me from unemployment just a few years earlier, I ended up postponing my planned departure several more times in order to deal with various tasks at the office, not all of which were related to the project linked above. However, once I had decided that it was a matter of when, not if, I was leaving, I had to set a date, and the "countdown" post represented the public face of my giving formal notice.

I then attempted to drop some hints via post content about what was coming next, which I'll briefly review here. First came an item about uses of linguistics in stock trading, which has no small amount of relevance to what I'm trying to accomplish now. Then came a post decrying the poor service provided by both Verizon Wireless and Amtrak to me as a commuter, a hint that my patience had run out (I will no longer be commuting by train, nor will I be paying for Verizon's tethered modem service). After that, I wrote about one of many meetings I've been attending of the San Diego Software Industry Council, specifically in a context largely useful to executives at startups. And finally, I made a comment (too subtle, to be sure) about what I would do if I was starting a business, while writing about someone who did start the business we all wish we had. Then my laptop reached a point where I couldn't risk further damage to it by not having the defective case repaired, and that was it for dropping hints (and also for doing work on the new website).

So that brings me to what you see here. Step 3 Systems is a dream come true for me -- a chance to combine my interests in linguistics, finance, intelligence (the James Bond type, not the cognitive type, although I like that, too), marketing and statistical models. Three and a half years after starting a blog about linguistics, my work and my hobbies will be essentially the same thing, and that's a blessing almost too great to hope for. More than that, while starting a business is a big risk,  I'm fortunate to have the support of Mrs. SC, who shares my vision and is the best wife and partner any man could hope to have. Finally, I hope it will provide me with an opportunity to eventually give back to the linguistics community, from which I've been happy to learn so much -- hopefully, the next time I'm at an LSA conference, it won't just be for fun, but for recruiting.

Of course, now that I'm in business for myself, that means my focus will change in other ways. I hope to share with you all some of the things I've learned, and will continue to discover, about how to get a business started -- getting incorporated, getting my intellectual property in order, writing a business plan. I definitely plan to write about the corporate culture I want to create -- it matters more than you could ever realize until you try to do it yourself -- and I plan to write about some of the tricks I learned to get the website up and running. I'll also write about the articles I've been reading from across linguistics, computer science, and finance, but I'll have to be very circumspect about what I'm actually doing myself, at least until patent applications are filed. I'll also have to be even more cautious than I already am regarding the criticisms leveled at certain companies; yesterday's competitor could be tomorrow's customer. If that makes Semantic Compositions a corporate tool, well, SC was one already. With all that said, I'm looking forward to living my response to Mark Liberman's LSA challenge, and I hope you'll all enjoy coming along for the ride.

June 01, 2007

Coming soon, but not today

Readers who were paying attention on May 1 are probably wondering where the promised new site design and additional website are. The answer, alas, is sitting on a laptop in the care of the Hewlett-Packard "service" center in Northern California. Nothing was quite finished before the laptop went away for service at the beginning of this week, and if SC was to vent about how HP service is like Dell's but minus the effort and with apparently no ability to speak to someone in the United States, that might be a few lost sales for them. In any event, having been busy restoring software onto an old machine in order to get back to being productive, your host will be spending the weekend trying to put the finishing touches on everything. All things in due time, but apparently not in planned time.

May 18, 2007

Reposted Pinkberry article

Your host did not realize that the recent Pinkberry post had been cut off during the posting process. Thank you so very much, TypePad. Alas, the original text was lost, and had to be reconstructed from memory and browser cache records of the missing links. That's been done, and you can now read the completed post. Sorry about that.

May 01, 2007

Let the countdown begin: 31

Today begins the countdown towards a new and exciting chapter in your host's life. Coming June 1, Semantic Compositions gets:

  • A new design
  • A new direction
  • A new link in the sidebars

To celebrate this event, your host is planning 30 days of shameless hint-dropping and a series of posts on various topics which will eventually even make sense together. Starting tomorrow, watch this space.

January 13, 2007

3 years of SC

It was 3 years ago today that the first post went up on this website, a week after your host was talked into it by Radagast, who just celebrated his own 3rd anniversary online. Given the frozen-in-time nature that the blog spent most of 2006 in, perhaps it's not quite right to call it a 3rd anniversary. On the other hand, the best analogy would be to fictional characters that end up spending a lot of time in suspended animation, and your host isn't aware of a good way of reckoning their ages other than to go by the number of physical years they've been around. So a 3rd anniversary it is, and here's to a better 4th year!

June 24, 2006

Aloha oy

A joke, courtesy of the Big Book of Jewish Humor (page 147, but retyped inexactly here):

An elderly Jewish couple, on their way to Hawaii for a vacation, gets into an argument about the pronunciation of the state's name. He says it's Havaii, she says Hawaii.

So when they get off the plane, they run up to the first person they see and ask, "Excuse us, how do you pronounce the name of this place?"

"Havaii," says the man.

"Thank you," the husband gloats.

Comes the reply, "You're velcome."

Yes, it's the end of Mrs. SC's first year as a resident, and she gets a week off. So your host is headed to Hawaii for the first time in his life, to stay until the middle of next week. Work will interrupt only for lunch with SC's project manager, who will be there -- by total coincidence -- at the same time. Alas, his Contax isn't waterproof, so there will be no snorkeling pictures, but this book recommended by a friend of SC's (who went to Hawaii for his honeymoon) assures him there will be plenty more to feed into the 42-megapixel film scanner when he gets home from his trip. A couple of autopilot posts will have to tide you over until then.

(Regarding the post title -- yes, I know, it's actually "Aloha Oe".)

June 01, 2006

SC Lives

It's been another one of those unscheduled 6 week hiatuses, with some fairly drastic changes for your host. Regular blogging will now resume, to go along with a more general reordering of priorities. Over the last 2 months, a lot has changed, and it's past time to deal with it.

Originally, I disappeared back in the middle of April, right after my second patent came through, because I was in the middle of the mother of all miserable programming projects for work. Artificial deadlines kept popping up (all deadlines are artificial, but some are more pointlessly brutal than others), multiple teams within the larger project all wanted a part of my time, and the challenge was to try to fit an 8-hour workday of actual productivity into the mix along with 3-4 hours a day of teleconferences, plus the 5+ hours of commuting I do twice each week. Spending much time on teleconferences costs you considerably more than just the time actually wasted on the phone, because any call that takes more than 20 minutes is likely to do so only for nefarious reasons. So considerable extra time is wasted steaming about the waste of time. Suffice it to say that your host was putting in 80-hour work weeks again, much like those that caused the original hiatus that sent Semantic Compositions into a tailspin in the middle of last year.

But something different happened this time. Three weeks ago, in the midst of all the craziness, SC went for his first physical exam in half a decade. The results were sobering. Pick a desired health metric, and I can assure you I'm on the wrong side of it. Not always horribly so -- while I've made jokes about my weight before, I have never been the sort of person who ought to be buying two tickets on an airplane -- but a loud and clear message was received that a lot needed to change, and quickly.

Needless to say, the next day I informed my coworkers that I did not consider my paycheck worth dying for, and promptly set about devising the necessary course of action to fix things. This meant returning to the gym, which used to be an occasional source of posts, but which I stopped doing altogether as a result of my present project. A 20-pound weight gain can plausibly be attributed to said project, and while I made some changes that reversed most of that earlier in the year, they were largely passive (eating less) and not at all active. No more. It also meant adopting a rigorously scientific, metrics-based approach to managing my diet and exercise habits, and not allowing excuse-making to go unquantified, and thus not dealt with. As I learn more about what works for me, some of my methods may get written up here. Perhaps most importantly, it meant cutting back hard on stress, and not allowing work to expand to fill all of the waking hours available to do it in. Cutting back the amount of unpaid overtime I was putting in obviously couldn't occur overnight -- before you can redefine your obligations, you have to fulfill your current ones -- but I've reached a point where that excess work is down to a manageable level.

Needless to say, these changes couldn't occur in a vacuum, and I consider myself blessed to work with a pair of truly outstanding individuals who have been very supportive, and have done a lot to help relieve the stress, in part by taking on even more work themselves (and I thought I was the least overworked of the three of us before!). I am also lucky to have another friend who is a doctor (and who occasionally comments here, under a variety of pseudonyms), who has done a lot to help me understand what all the lab values mean and how to respond to them. Most especially, I'm grateful that Mrs. SC has patiently stood by through the depths of my workahol addiction, and has done everything you could ever hope for in a spouse, like sharing in the sacrifices (oh, for a bottle of Coke Classic right now!). SC readers will be edified to know that she's been pushing possible topics at me to give me something to work with once I restarted writing.

So that's the story. As is generally the case when I've gone away for a while, I'm not particularly current on other linguistics blogs, nor on the e-mail account associated with this blog. I apologize if anyone has felt snubbed or ignored, and I hope that this time, both because I enjoy writing this blog and for my health, that things really will stay different.

April 14, 2006

Ending a pending

SC has been deluged since last Monday with far too much work, and has been pulling more 18-hour days than are reasonable for any human being to have. Today is a big deadline for him, after which normal posting can resume, but he has to interrupt the present brief hiatus for some welcome personal news.

When your host first started this blog, his biography included a line about having one patent, with another pending. Today, he received notice from a former coworker, a key contributor to the search engine SC worked on back in the period of 1999-2001, that he can drop the line about "pending". Busch, et al., filed on October 27, 2000, was awarded on April 11, 2006. SC will have more to say about the technology later, but suffice it to say, this has been a long time coming, and it's nice to finally have it.

February 01, 2006

A new editorial policy

SC will shortly be posting a long meditation on Google's recent business moves, including discussion of their stock price. Because your host is not a registered investment advisor, and disclaims responsibility for investment decisions made by readers of Semantic Compositions, the following text will be included at the end of the post, as well as with any future post making explicit reference to publicly traded companies in a financial context:

At the time of publication, SC was {long/short/net long/net short the company}. Under no circumstances does the information in this column represent a recommendation to buy or sell stocks. SC cannot provide investment advice or recommendations, and the preceding article shall not be construed as a solicitation for the purchase or sale of any mentioned security.

The text above is adapted from the disclaimer texts found in various research notes and TheStreet.com articles, and is included because I am wholly uninterested in taking on legal liability for other people's stock trades. Although there is no way that this blog has anything like the effect of a Jim Cramer or Alan Abelson column or TV appearance, adding a disclaimer like this is necessary in light of the sort of comments I'm going to make, because full disclosure is the journalistic and investment research standard.

Some definitions:

  • Long: SC owns stocks or call options in the referenced securities.
  • Short: SC has sold short the referenced equity, or owns put options.
  • Net long: SC owns a combination of stock and/or option positions which are both long and short, but the balance of the position favors an increasing stock price.
  • Net short: SC owns a combination of stock and/or option positions which are both long and short, but the balance of the position favors a decreasing stock price.

December 28, 2005

Not dead yet

It's been too long yet again since your host last updated these pages. He's not dead, and neither is this blog, but the thrust of his work hasn't been linguistic lately, which has made coming up with ideas for a linguistics blog fairly difficult.

What has he been working on? Technically, he ought to be waiting for the press release, but that seems to have been lost in a blizzard of bureaucracy months ago. So if you really want to know, click here. This is the same project responsible for all East Coast trips you've heard about, and a few more that you haven't.

There are language issues involved, to be sure, including the delightful problem of Section 508 (which gives SC a badly-needed idea for a post), but they tend to be practical issues of website design rather than anything all that exciting.

Website design? Yup. That and the world's worst idea for software architecture. It's not exactly the sort of thing SC readers want to read about. And for that matter, it's not the sort of thing your host wants to write about.

There is, however, a large backlog of software to finish developing for this site, and some fresh ideas to take off in the new year. So with thanks to Radagast for getting your host back in gear, we'll try to get this show back on the road.

October 16, 2005

On the road again

Your host will be on a plane to Washington, D.C., early this morning, and expects to be on the East Coast until Wednesday afternoon. While SC has not been given permission to say exactly what is suddenly responsible for all this travel, suffice it to say that the proposal he spent so much time on over the summer turned out to be a winner. If/when an official press release is issued, readers will be directed to it at that time.

In the meantime, if readers have any suggestions for anything -- ANYTHING -- to do in Tyson's Corner, Virginia, other than counting the seconds until it's time to leave, please feel free to post them here. Ditto if you happen to know who Tyson was, and what he was doing in a corner (but please, no lame references to Kid Pop-Cap, as in this New Yorker piece).

July 16, 2005

More certain than a Bond movie

Every James Bond film has ended with some variant on "James Bond Will Return", although the degree of certainty involved has varied greatly. Suffice it to say that the uncertainty spiked when Sean Connery initially quit, again when Roger Moore quit, and looked damn near hopeless when Timothy Dalton was allowed near the role. Things were looking Daltonesque when this went up, that's for sure. However, the evil sleep-eating proposal officially ended on Friday afternoon ([for you, bub -- luckless oral presentation-giving manager]), and it's time to reward my loyal readers -- both of you, judging from Site Meter -- for your suffering.

So here's the deal. For a long time, your host has been threatening to go wine tasting in Santa Barbara. This weekend, as a reward for a job overly done, that's exactly what's happening.

Monday, look for an account of that trip. Later in the week, we've got some goodies, including:

  • A full review of Rebecca Goldstein's Incompleteness, which is as good as advertised. Better, really.
  • Notes on the sociolinguistics of teleconferences, payback for all the ones SC sat through over the last three weeks.
  • An all-new page which was promised some time ago, but needs just a little debugging before it's ready for prime-time.

July 02, 2005

SC will return

Putting off this post hasn't made it any easier to write, so here goes.

Readers have been aware for some time that your host lives in Orange County, works in San Diego, and was facing a move to Los Angeles. Last week, the move to L.A. mostly took place -- the "mostly" referring to the surprisingly large number of things that your host and Mrs. SC didn't want going either because they were too fragile to let the movers handle, or because there simply isn't enough room in the tiny Victory Mansions cubbyhole that we're in now. So there have been additional trips to handle some of this stuff, as well as dispersing it among family members who have generously offered to host some of SC's junk. Complicating the move was the need for your host to be in the office much of that week in order to handle a major delivery to a customer.

To add to the excitement, on Thursday of last week, your host was invited to join in the largest proposal of his working career. It is, alas, not at all linguistically oriented, but it would guarantee the full funding of his position for five years, and make it considerably easier to pursue the R&D projects that he wants to be doing. It would also be a major coup for his managers, who hopefully will remember what demands they are making on him right now at bonus time (which, conveniently for them, is half a year away). Unfortunately, this has also required a lot of time in the office, and 15-18 hour days endlessly writing, reviewing, and rewriting proposal material from a very large team. The amount of time left for sleep has been disturbingly minimal, and the time for blog reading and writing simply nonexistent.

So that's where SC has gone, and will probably remain, even over the "holiday" weekend, for another 5-6 more days. Your host will try to get a few things out between now and then, but suffice it to say, this blog is far from dead, just on an unplanned and nearly done hiatus.

June 04, 2005

At last, a doctor in the family

Today, Mrs. SC graduates from medical school. On this occasion, an anecdote from Dad SC's graduation from Harvard Law:

SC's paternal grandmother had always hoped her son would go to medical school, as most Jewish mothers do. On the day of his graduation, she was thus heard to remark to SC's aunt: "Do you think it's too late for him to go to medical school?".

In the same vein, a joke that Dad SC told at your host's wedding:

The first Jewish president of the United States has been elected. His mother is interviewed at the swearing-in ceremony, and asked how it feels to be the mother of the first ever Jewish president. She replies, "Alright, but let me tell you about my other son, the doctor."

So, we've finally got a doctor in the family. Congratulations, Mrs. SC, M.D.!

June 03, 2005

Cypress something-or-other

Writing about the National Spelling Bee reminded your host of his own near brush with the event from a number of years ago.

In 8th grade, SC won his junior high school's spelling bee and got to take a trip to the San Diego county bee. At the time, the county event was governed by the same rules as the national one (this may still be the case, but I'm not researching it because it's not relevant). This was true with one critical exception -- on the day of the event, the organizers changed a rule at the request of a participant before the first round began. Normally, a contestant could request a number of facts about a word before spelling it -- meaning, usage in context, and any root words. If a word had no root, the then-current national rules still required the contestant to attempt to spell it. However, the judges decided to alter the rules, and throw out any word that they couldn't provide a root for -- but only if the contestant asked for it. Your host was upset at this decision, since that wasn't what he'd had to play by before, but didn't challenge it.

Finally, there were five contestants left, including SC. In the round known forever within Chez SC simply as "The Great Catastrophe", the two people whose turns immediately preceded SC's managed to get words thrown out on the root-word technicality, both of which your host knew how to spell. Then it was his turn. The judges came up with something pronounced like "coop-RUH-SIN-ee-ous". Never having heard it before, SC panicked. "Uh, definition please?" "Having to do with cypress trees", replied the judge. Uh-oh. Your host didn't think to ask for a root word. He tried to spell it ("cuprecineous"). He lost.

There was not another word asked for the remainder of the event that SC didn't know how to spell. But it was too late.

Sometimes, well-meaning people will suggest that SC take to a dictionary and look the word up, to see where he went wrong. But alas, unless some reader recognizes the word, it will never happen -- after all, to find it in a dictionary...I'd have to know how to spell it.

May 30, 2005

Goodbye to all that

I'm leaving.

No, no, your host isn't abandoning the blog, far from it. But an announcement is long overdue, especially since events are about to overtake SC, and so we might as well get on with it.

Longtime readers are well aware that Mrs. SC is a medical student. In about a week, this will no longer be the case -- she will finally graduate, and be Dr. Mrs. SC. Since readers know her only as Mrs. SC, traditional practice will continue.

However, as with any medical student who has finished the classroom years, there is the small matter of a residency before she can practice full-time. Without going through a long series of rants about the lunacy of the match process by which medical students are scattered across the country, suffice it to say that in the mother of all personal ironies, SC will be relocating shortly to...

wait for it...

Los Angeles.

Yes, this is psychologically traumatic. Now SC will finally have to track down the gentleman who beat him by a number of years to the license plate "RADR HTR" ([that's not an expression of  your host's hate for radar -- ed.]) and do the deal. Now he'll have to go to Padre games by visiting the dreaded Dodger Stadium.

Now he'll have an easy time driving to colloquia at UCLA and USC. So it's not all bad.

But perhaps worst of all, he'll be abandoning his beloved Chez SC. Yes, there have been many things to grouse about, like sprinkler installation and piano-abusing neighbors, but one gradually comes to feel a certain sense of pride in backaches past when the sprinklers are humming along, and even to enjoy exercising one's stereo at the neighbors' obvious invitation.

So your host will be moving in June  into a university-owned apartment, which is a big step backward from home ownership ([you mean "bank owneeship" -- ed.]). While the new place is not quite as devoid of conveniences as universities generally take pleasure in making their housing -- the place has a dishwasher, and is not visibly infested with anything more grotesque than graduate students -- it would feel very, very wrong to refer to this temporary abode as Chez SC. Rest assured that your host elready had solved this dilemma by the time the ink was dry on the rental agreement -- as of mid-June, SC will be officially living in Victory Mansions.

April 12, 2005

Arnold at my office

SC would not lie to you about being pulled out of his office to go listen to a speech by Arnold Schwarzenegger. The North County Times covered the event. Your host would not exactly call the coverage fair; for example, they write:

"We're going to save, I guarantee you, $5 billion for the state because of this election we're going to hold," the governor said, later asking for SAIC employees to sign his initiative petitions. He did not explain how the money would be saved.

That last part is a tendentious way of looking at it, based on how one defines "explain". If they mean by explanation that his immediate answer to that question did not include a detailed account of all of the line items in the state budget that would change, then the sentence is correct. But if they had quoted what came right before in his answer -- an analogy to the recall election of 2 years prior, and the budget changes he explicitly referred to as having resulted from it -- then considering that he had spent his entire speech arguing for what's on the ballot initiative, then it was a wholly unreasonable way of reporting the exchange. The nurse who asked him the question that resulted in this report explicitly indicated her satisfaction with the answer at the time.

There is, of course, plenty of room for reasonable people to disagree about Gov. Schwarzenegger's budget plans; Radagast has been a very vocal opponent. But whether or not one agrees with him on the outcome of his policies, reporting the content of the conversation shouldn't be that hard to get right.

As for the fact of the speech happening at SC's office at all, let your host assure you that nobody he knew had any idea it was coming until just a few hours before. What a surprise!

April 11, 2005

You won't believe this

Arnold Schwarzenegger just spoke at your host's office. SC had no idea this was coming -- it was only announced here this morning. More on it later; if the San Diego Union-Tribune has an article about it tomorrow, I'll link to it.

Obligatory trip photos

All right, this is the part where I inflict the travelogue upon you all. Rather than an extended series of posts where I drip photos of Italy out over the course of several days, this is an invitation to visit my newly-established Flickr site, and have a look at the photos I've selected so far. A major thanks to Radagast, who guided me through the whole process.

To whet your appetites, here are a few of my better ones:

trevi-fountain

That's the Trevi fountain in Rome. Like many Italian and Roman works of art, a copy of it can be found in Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas. Unlike many of the others, the real thing is far more impressive than the copy. If you only see one fountain in Rome, this is as good as it gets.

That means it contrasts especially favorably with the Spanish Steps in the Piazza di Spagna. A 3/4-scale replica of the Steps can be found at the Carlsbad Company Stores in San Diego. If you've only got two days in Rome, well...overratedness, thy name is "Spanish Steps".

spanish-steps

Throughout the city of Rome, on all manner of artifacts one finds the initials "SPQR". You can see what that's about here:

senatus-populus

The inscription on the arch reads "Senatus Populus Que Romanus", which means "The Senate and the People of Rome". Despite the fact that the Roman Senate has been out of business for a millenium and change, the Italians like this inscription so much that it can be found everywhere in Rome: on manhole covers, on electrical transformers, on street signs. The only inscription that comes close to competing with SPQR is "Pont. Max.", which is short for "Pontifex Maximus" in Latin (and conveniently, also "Pontifice Maximo" in Italian), and starts off every plaque commemorating the fact that something or other was built/remodeled/visited/thought about during the papacy of whoever's name follows it. The range of objects that "Pont. Max." is inscribed on is surprisingly large, and not limited to buildings and other major installations. One suspects that Pont. Max. would even be on the manhole covers as well, were SPQR not taking up so much of the available space.

On a lighter note, I took this picture of a sign in Rome directing you to the Italian National Museum of Pasta. If I didn't take the picture, you wouldn't believe I was serious.

pasta-museum

Finally, here's some context for the Leaning Tower of Pisa -- it's the belltower of the Pisa Cathedral:

leaning-tower-and-duomo

If you go to the site linked at the beginning of this post, you can also have a look at: Priapus, who the Pompeiians considered a sign of good luck (look closely, but consider yourself warned that the mural in the picture is a bit dirty); some additional Pompeiian ruins; my favorite detail from illustrations of the Book of Revelations in the main Florence cathedral's baptistry; the Venetians' pre-blog solution to anonymously griping about people; and a dozen more. I'll keep adding things as time permits, but I won't fill up too much space here with travel photos. Which isn't to say that I'm done writing about Italian, or Italians.

For those who care about technical details, the above photos were all taken in glorious 100% analog, with a Contax RX using a Carl Zeiss 28-70 zoom lens, on Kodak HD 400 film. The prints were scanned with an HP 4400c, to be supplemented shortly by a notably higher quality Konica Minolta DiMAGE 5400 film scanner. Conversion to JPEG -- but absolutely no other retouching -- was done with Adobe Photoshop Elements 3.0. One -- and only one -- post on cameras and photo technology will also follow.

April 06, 2005

I'm back!

Well, that was a fun trip. Thanks to the diligence of Mrs. SC, your host has all sorts of posts to come on Italy, its people, and his efforts to acquire a smattering of the language from a dead start. That last bit met with little success, but much hilarity, and we'll spend some time dissecting it over the next week.

But I made another promise to my faithful readers regarding the Chomskybot-based prank that took place here on April 1. The project was in part an effort for me to spend some time learning to work with NetBeans, a development environment for Java, which home users may not want to have to work with in order to play with some of the toys involved. None of the code actually depends crucially on being run with the aid of a particular IDE, but I did allow myself to take some shortcuts that are no-nos for running code outside of a debugger. So I'm spending a little time today to clean up the code and document it better for home use. We'll debut it shortly in a brand new site feature that also requires some redesign of the home page layout. In the meantime, for the truly SC-starved, we'll provide you with the first of our Italian adventures.

March 21, 2005

Springtime for SC in Italy

Yesterday, I promised some major news for Semantic Compositions. Here goes:

  1. Your host hasn't taken a vacation in a long time. Weekends, sure. Long weekends, even. But a real, get-out-of-the-country ([and don't come back -- U.S. Customs]) vacation? It's been a few years. Mrs. SC will be assisting in remedying that condition starting this evening.
  2. Very, very careful readers know that, months ago, I promised something special to occur on a holiday that will take place while I'm gone. And it's coming, thanks to the miracle of scheduled posting. I think you'll be amused.
  3. Upon my return, a major new site feature will be introduced. Some of you will probably figure it out on the holiday in question. The rest of you will just have to wait, but I promise you that nobody else in the linguistic blogosphere is doing anything like it.

So my apologies that you won't be getting the regularly-scheduled dose of SC fun. But I think you'll enjoy what's coming.

March 20, 2005

A joke

SC had to get a camera battery for himself today, specifically a 2CR5, which is a lithium-based cell (as opposed to the more conventional alkaline). In announcing this to Mrs. SC, he remarked,

I need to go to the store to get my lithium.

Of course, this doesn't entirely work as a joke because it violates the lexical integrity of a phrasal word like "lithium battery" to call it a "lithium". But that's the only way to get a double entendre with the medicinal use of lithium.

Tune in tomorrow to find out why your host would publish something this silly. Hint: there will be big blog-related news.

February 01, 2005

My life as a sarariman

Languagehat has an interesting link up to a site on the origins of Japanese company names. Although they're all well known, perhaps the best-known Japanese company name isn't on the list, Sony. Your host's first job was with Sony, so he's going to use this as an excuse to talk about it.

But first, the name. Sony started out as Tokyo Tsushin Kogyo Kaisha, and was dedicated to the production of radio receivers (shades of the Walkman!) and electrical measurement equipment. Readers familiar with Sony only through their consumer electronics may not realize how huge Sony is today in the latter department. In any event, as radios and consumer electronics came to be the company's main claim to fame, they went for a name which both reflected that fact and was easier to sell to English speakers. Sony is claimed to be derived from both "sonus", Latin for sound, and "sonny", because they liked the suggestion of youth that it provided. SC's pet theory is that someone misspelled "Sonny" when silkscreening it onto a batch of parts, and the "sonus" justification was invented post hoc, to save money on having to make more.

In any event, in 1994, your host was just wrapping up high school, and wanted a job to keep him busy over the summer. Thanks to a friend of Dad SC's, who had just become legal counsel for Sony Imagesoft (a now-defunct subsidiary devoted to making video games), SC ended up with the job you all only wish you had -- as a video-game tester.

It wasn't actually a "sarariman" job -- that's the Japanese transliteration for "salaryman", and refers to a white-collar worker. SC had more of what they'd call an "arubaito" -- again a transliteration, from the German for work (arbeit). Arubaito implies part-time, but SC worked 40-hour weeks, albeit as an hourly independent contractor (in order to keep from having to provide benefits, testers were not officially employees of Sony Imagesoft).

Now SC is going to tell you why you're wrong, and you don't actually want to be a video-game tester. You probably think it means sitting around all day getting paid to play more-or-less finished product, having fun, and just making suggestions for how it might be tweaked to do better in the marketplace, much the way that focus groups are brought in to help edit films prior to release. You would be very, very wrong.

Like all software, video games have to be debugged. Unlike trivial things like the operating system that keeps all of your personal data, and the bank databases that keep all of your financial records, video games are held to very high standards for reliability. Crash bugs are simply not acceptable. So you have to go do the same thing over and over...and over and over...again, but with slightly different variations on all the possible key-pressing combinations until you get something to break. Early in a game's lifecycle, this is easy. Later, it's hard for the people at the development shop, but simplicity itself for the testing gods employed by the hardware makers. Your dedication to quality must be truly fanatical in order not to go screaming on your third consecutive day of testing menus when there's no actual game code to be played -- SC is glad he never found out what would happen to his mind on a fourth such consecutive day. Sony was not yet in the game hardware business when SC was there -- we had sneak peeks at the upcoming Playstation, but didn't have any development projects underway -- but Nintendo and Sega had some truly amazing people putting pressure on us. Despite the inclination of most people to think that playing games for money is stress-free, when an executive producer comes into your cubicle to let you know the release you swore was rock-solid actually is going to need another round of debugging, your day can be quite terrifying.

Your host was involved with the production of two games, done simultaneously on two platforms. Back then, Sony had the rights to produce games under the ESPN name, and so we worked on ESPN Speedworld and ESPN National Hockey Night (some better screenshots of Speedworld can be found here). Both were done in Super Nintendo and Sega Genesis variants. The release dates listed for both games on the linked site are wrong -- your host left Sony in August of 1994, and neither game was out on either system at that time, although Speedworld had been approved for production. Both made it to the stores in time for Christmas of that year.

You learn some interesting things working as a game tester. It's not commonly known, but there are five different versions of the Super Nintendo out there, distinguished by sound hardware alone. Sony provided the first-generation chips, but they and Nintendo had a falling out over the CD-ROM drive that ultimately became the Playstation, and so Nintendo had to find another supplier that could produce something backward-compatible without violating Sony's proprietary rights. This was problematic, and Nintendo ended up going with four different iterations of chips over the lifetime of the system. Games had to be seamlessly compatible with all of them, and they all had different quirks. The hardware makers provided different levels of access into the machines as well -- while Nintendo only allowed debugging information to come up through an expensive software package run on development machines (which meant the testers never got to use them), Sega had a nifty little test rig called an address checker, which would display the last memory address accessed (in hexadecimal) when the system crashed. This device plugged into the console, and EPROMs holding the games would be plugged into the address checker. Real cartridges were only ever put out at production time, and so we'd all stab ourselves frequently trying to pull the bare chips back out of the consoles after testing. There's an art to doing that right, but SC never got the hang of it.

We had a neat Easter egg in Speedworld that had to be pulled out because it caused the regular game to crash sometimes. It was a version of Pong featuring two clowns on Pogo sticks, who bounced a squid on a plate back and forth between them. Sending the squid flying back towards your opponent didn't occur automatically on contact; you had to press a button to make your clown whip the squid. It looked ridiculous, but none of the testers could get enough of it.

Like any creative work, there's a certain pride that comes in seeing your name in the credits when a game is finished. So although your host had already played ESPN Speedworld thousands of times, with all of the possible combinations of wheels, spoilers, engines, transmissions and racing season modes, he still bought a copy when it came out. Unfortunately, he didn't work on National Hockey Night long enough to be credited (they only kicked it over to the testing staff a month before he left), so he never bought a copy of that game. Since he never owned a Genesis, there are no copies of the Genesis versions of either game in Chez SC, either. But every now and then, he'll pull out his copy of Speedworld and remember when he had the job that everyone else wants.

January 16, 2005

I know it's late

And very cheap of me. But:

Mwa-hahahahahaha! Iceberg Ben is a very lucky man.

and:

Mwa-hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! All quarterbacks named Manning are overrated.

January 13, 2005

From baby to toddler

A few days ago marked the first anniversary of the blog without which you would not be reading this page. That would be Rhosgobel. No Radagast, no Semantic Compositions. So wish him well as he takes a much-deserved hiatus to go traveling. I am not especially qualified to fill in for him in any way, but I'm sure he'd want you to know that we now can say for sure that we would have enjoyed dinosaur steaks as much as beef ([actually, that's just your steak take -- ed.]).

Today, however, marks a very special day in the history of Semantic Compositions -- it was one year ago on this day that I opened for business. Including the one you're reading right now, there have been 470 posts, 626 comments, and 88 trackbacks. Sitemeter says that a bit over 44,000 people have dropped by; Oh Brother SC maintains that I have now hit "refresh" about 44,000 times. Looking back, I'm quite pleased to say that the experience has been everything I've hoped for -- an opportunity to stay engaged with the linguistic community from outside the academy -- and a lot of fun as well.

January 08, 2005

Over before it starts

Today, SC is heading down to San Diego to watch the Chargers crush the New York Jet Titans of New Jersey (if you aren't getting that, you need to go back a few days, and perhaps also be aware of history). A preview of the inevitable spanking can be found here.

Demonstrating the same aptitude for prognostication that led him to his very worst finish in six years of playing ESPN.com's "Pigskin Pick'em" (basically, a game where you try to just pick the winners every week), SC hereby provides a list of predictions for you to profitably bet against:

Wild-card round:

  • Chargers over Jets
  • Colts over Broncos
  • Rams over Seahawks
  • Packers over Vikings

Divisional round:

  • Chargers over Steelers
  • Patriots over Colts
  • Packers over Falcons
  • Eagles over Rams

Conference championships:

  • Patriots over Chargers
  • Packers over Eagles (Sorry, Language Loggers)

Super Bowl:

  • The Patriots will have wrapped up the game by halftime.

Were SC a truly blind homer, he'd make 2 changes to this scenario -- but this isn't his preferred outcome, it's how he'd bet if he were in Vegas ([there are plenty of Indian tribes willing to fix this for you, coward -- ed.]). It is, however, his opinion that the "wrapped up by halftime" clause is true for all possible worlds, regardless of the specific AFC/NFC matchup that actually happens (the late David Lewis would argue that they all do happen, except for the ones involving the Seahawks, which are impossible). The word is karma, NFC fans, and working off the '80s and '90s is going to take you a while. 2015 sounds about right.

[Edited on 1/8/04 at 1:11 a.m. to fix typo -- Chris was right]

January 01, 2005

SC's New Year's Resolutions

The celebration of the New Year as a time to make resolutions predates our modern Gregorian calendar by some 1600 years. The month of January is named for Janus, the Roman god who had two faces -- one to look into the past, and one to see the future. Julius Caesar ordained January 1 as the start of the New Year in 46 B.C., and it became a custom for Romans to seek forgiveness from their enemies (honoring Janus' backward gaze) and giving gifts to their friends, along with making vows of future improvement (honoring Janus' forward-looking aspect).

When Rome became Christian, observation of the new year shifted to March 25, and January 1 became celebrated as the feast of Jesus' circumcision (why does that fact remind SC of this poster?). It took Pope Gregory XIII to restore January 1 to its position as first day of the year, which he did for Catholic countries in 1582.

Of course, not all calendars recognize today as the first of the year. The Mayan calendar -- which does a slightly better job than the Gregorian one of dealing with the actual period of the Earth's revolutions about the sun -- divides the year into 18 months of 20 days each, along with 5 very unlucky "nameless" days. We're in about the 11th of their months right now -- check that out here. The Chinese calendar is closer to the Gregorian in organization, but it's tied to a combination of solar and lunar calculations, and so their New Year precesses throughout January and February. The next Chinese New Year will be on February 9, 2005. The Jewish calendar -- which isn't quite as screwy as the fact it has leap months sounds -- started 5765 back in September, and the Muslim calendar, which is purely lunar, shifts its starting point throughout the year. If I'm reading this right, 1425 will be starting on February 21.

But for all practical purposes -- including the date stamps on this blog -- today is the first of the new year. While SC isn't going to be caught in Janus-worship anytime soon, he nonetheless very much likes the idea of New Year's resolutions, and so in no particular order, offers a few of his own:

  • Book a restaurant early enough for next New Year's that he actually gets into his first choice. This has been flouted every year for the last 5, including this one, and while your host would like to pretend that he has a tradition of surprising Mrs. SC with someplace new every year, the blunt truth is that he just keeps failing to get in here. This year's substitute bears the typographically catchy name 6ix. In fairness to SC, all of the alternatives have merited return visits, so it's not like he's doing badly.
  • Get on a sleep cycle appropriate to humans, not vampires. As can be seen by the date stamp, this resolution isn't even going to survive the first day of 2005.
  • Make better time estimates. In this blog, "coming soon" is the best guarantor that no such thing will actually happen.
  • Read more linguistics journals -- one consequence of blogging has been that it helps your host understand exactly where he is in relation to the state of the art in the field. A long time ago, SC wanted desperately to be a phonetician and do speech-recognition research, but nowadays, his knowledge of that specialty is rather dated. Best not to let that happen with syntax or semantics, and doubly so with computational approaches to same.
  • Read more good fiction. Any year in which a person completes one of the laughably bad new entries in the Dune cycle, while neglecting to complete reading In Search of Lost Time (assuming that, like SC, they undertook that project some three years ago), must be counted an intellectual disaster. Actually, that only sharpens the disappointment -- any year in which one picks up any of the collaborative works of Brian Herbert and Kevin Anderson is already one in which one's taste and intellect deserve excoriation. By this standard, 2004 was a recklessly, inexcusably bad year for SC. Sometime, he'lll write about it and save you all $50 -- and innumerably more brain cells.
  • Finish listening to the only complete recording of the 555 harpsichord sonatas of Domenico Scarlatti, a project dating back to 2000. By comparison to SC's tardiness in this project, his progress in Proust is almost exemplary.
  • Finally, SC is quite tardy in introducing a number of new site features that he has been planning for a long time. Here's to fixing that.

Readers are hereby invited to take SC to task as the year progresses.

December 22, 2004

L is for lemming

I don't often post about Rorshach-like web quizzes, but something about this one has grabbed my attention.

Rachel Shallit came across this exercise courtesy of Pharyngula. As Rachel explains it, "The idea for this is simple: type each letter of the alphabet into your address bar and see what comes up". So here's my version of it, admittedly with a few revisions for personal data (I'd be surprised if "C" didn't bring up the hard drive for most Windows users.)

A - B - C - D - E - F - G - H - I - J - K - L - M - N - O - P - Q - R - S - T - U - V - W - X - Y - Z

The really interesting ones are under C (I have no idea where I came across it), G (it's a game), H and X (which together prove that I read Rachel regularly), and Q and U (which together prove that I also like to read Arts & Letters Daily). The Guns'n'Ammo link is from a post that I haven't even put up yet (my collection of half-finished posts is growing). So I guess there are a few things that can be learned about me from this collection; it's sort of an unedited blogroll.

Of course, what would be a much more interesting exercise in light of two of my favorite topics -- advertising and natural-language processing -- would be to examine the most frequent sites under each letter, rather than the alphabetically first one. I was rather surprised to see that my #1 "D" entry wasn't Dan Moore, and that my "I" and "L" entries weren't Language Log and Languagehat ([idiot, "Language Log" doesn't start with "I" -- ed.]). Funny thing is, I do have a half-finished post on almost exactly this point. Guess I ought to finish it.

December 08, 2004

Uh-oh

Since March, when your host purchased a laptop to replace his existing office computer, nearly every post for this blog has been written on that machine. And it only is on a desk one or two days a week.

December 07, 2004

On the malice of bureaucracies

As noted in the previous post, SC has had to catch up on personal business. Among the many mixed blessings of homeownership is the issue of dealing with property taxes, an area so fraught with opportunities for malfeasance that no human being should actually be allowed to be responsible for them. Ordinarily, your host wouldn't have much to say on this subject, but by the time the reader finishes this story...well, publicity is the best revenge.

Our tale of woe actually begins in 2002, shortly after SC and Mrs. SC got married. Since graduate students are not generally the sorts of people that banks enjoy lending money to -- something about income -- Father-in-Law SC (FLSC) was kind enough to provide the necessary assurances required to obtain a loan. Naturally, this sort of kindness could only be repaid in two ways: 1) by making sure that he never actually had to be held responsible for it, and 2) by committing to relieving him of the responsibility at the very first available opportunity. As soon as your host was able to refinance Chez SC, he did exactly that.

Unfortunately, in the process of removing FLSC from the title, the Orange County Assessor decided to treat the transaction as a sale, even though SC and Mrs. SC were on title from the beginning, and such transactions are specifically exempt from reassessment by law. There are, in fact, numerous legal reasons why the Assessor had no right to revalue the property, including the Parent-Child Exemption, which should have prevented the reassessment even on the Assessor's view of the transaction. While it is entirely possible that the supplemental assessment that SC received in October was purely accidental, let us pause to note your host's skepticism that the same notice would have been forthcoming had the real estate market revalued the property downward.

After obtaining the necessary appeal forms, and having legal counsel (read: Dad SC) draft appropriate supporting documentation, your host found himself at the Orange County government complex to file an appeal. Since the reassessment notice comes from the Assessor's office, payments are supposed to be directed to a P.O. Box address including the Assessor's office name, and appeals are supposed to be directed to the Assessor according to the forms accompanying the reassessment bill, one might conclude that the Assessor's office is in fact the place to go to file an appeal. One could not be more wrong.

The smug individual behind the counter at the Assessor's office informed SC that they did not handle such issues, and that he should take his appeal forms to "the Clerk's office" in the building next door. He then pointed your host down a corridor connecting the buildings, which supposedly led to the Clerk's office -- a notion reinforced by the sign pointing in SC's direction of travel and labeled "Clerk".

Now, it so happened that as part of the SC legal strategy, one part of the documentation included a new deed transfer emphasizing the lack of "considerations" (read: money) for the transaction, and this document needed to be officially recorded by the Clerk/Recorder. Thus, your host was quite surprised when he laid out his documents at the Clerk/Recorder's office, and was turned away by the person behind the desk, who disclaimed responsibility for any of the documents. This time, SC was directed to the office of the "Clerk of the Board", in a building elsewhere within the government complex.

When you go into the Hall of Administration building for Orange County, CA, and do so through the front door, you will find a directory clearly stating that the "Clerk of the Board" occupies an office on the fourth floor. No mention is made of an office on any other floor. Thus, your exasperated host wsa dismayed to be told when he reached the office that "we don't handle appeals". Instead, he needed to go to another Clerk of the Board office...on the first floor.

Upon exiting the elevator, one can see signs not visible upon entering through the front door of the building, including on the pillar where the directory was located. One of the newly visible signs (technically visible the first time if you turned around) indicates the "Assessment Appeal office" is outside and to the left. At this fourth office, SC was finally able to file his appeal. When could he count on a hearing? "Oh, sometime in the next six to twelve months". In the meantime, he had better pay the supplemental tax bill, because the Assessor is legally authorized to collect late fees, which are nonrefundable even if they find that you never should have been billed. As George and Ira Gershwin once wrote, nice work if you can get it. Readers suspecting that SC's habitual running behind in some way mitigates this situation in the Assessor's favor should be aware that the appeal must be filed within 60 days of receipt -- and it was ([on day 58 -- ed.])-- so it is basically impossible to avoid having your money impounded for up to a year, interest-free.

Unfortunately, the Assessment Appeals clerk had no idea of what to do with the deed documents. So SC went back to the Clerk/Recorder's office, where he knew they had to be processed. This time, he did not mention the appeal, and only produced the deed and associated "change of ownership report", which the person at the counter (not the same as the first time) duly recorded without complaint.

Given the location of the various signs, and the text of the notice of the appeal, it is impossible to conclude that the process as described above did not occur by accident. How can the Hall of Administration directory not contain any mention of a Clerk of the Board office on the first floor, while a sign directing people to it is visible from a location most people will only encounter after going to the fourth floor office? And how come the Clerk/Recorder's office declined to process a document when told it was associated with an appeal, while they were happy to do so when no appeal was mentioned. It is awfully hard to avoid concluding that the process is designed to be hostile, and the employees intentionally uncooperative, in order to fatigue people out of seeing it through. Your host imagines that the courts would not smile on trying to hide the necessary offices altogether, which is why some sign had to be posted regarding the Assessment Appeals office, but there is no reasonable charitable interpretation of a scheme which omits it from what is labeled as the building directory. There is similarly no good story to be told about why the Recorder's staff would decline to process paperwork when told it is necessary for an appeal, while accepting the exact same forms otherwise. Color SC unamused.

December 06, 2004

It's good to love what you do

Posting over the last week has been very light, albeit for good reason. Allow SC to explain.

Since transferring to a new team at the office some months ago, your host's job has included rather less Natural Language Processing and/or Artificial Intelligence than he has been accustomed to. The transfer has had innumerably more benefits than negatives, though, so no tears are in order. Were it not for a deficit in the Skynet-creation department, the job would be perfect.

Then, just before the Thanksgiving holiday, the long-sought opportunity came. A customer wanted us to demonstrate some real, albeit not overly complicated, AI for a simulation environment. The only problem? They wanted it in a little over a week. The good news: we did it. The bad news: it required SC and his colleagues to be in the office as late as 2 a.m. some nights last week, and well past normal closing time every day.

So following that, your host couldn't help but spend the weekend relaxing with Mrs. SC, not to mention attending the most enjoyable Chargers game of the last decade on Sunday. Given today off by Boss SC, your host has needed to catch up on personal business, the worst of which will feature in a shortly-forthcoming rant on bureaucracy.

The experience of the past week has provided some unexpected inspiration, however. A major new site feature, months in the planning stages, will shortly be debuting in a rather unusual way. All I'll say for now is that I can promise nothing like it is being done at any other linguistics blog.

November 25, 2004

Happy Thanksgiving!

It's been a while since SC has done a commemorative holiday post, but Thanksgiving is just...stuffed...with opportunities. A few points to ponder:

1) While most people will sit down to a traditional turkey -- which was unquestionably part of the original Thanksgiving celebration -- disciples of legendary Cajun chef Paul Prudhomme will be eating something known as a "turducken". The word is a compounding, with some contraction, of turkey, duck, and chicken. As prepared by Chef Prudhomme, it involves three kinds of stuffing to go with the three birds. Frankly, it strikes SC as a bit over the top, but then, so does the new Hardee's Monster Thickburger (which your host learned about here). As National Review's Steven Hayward points out, it's a good thing Chef Prudhomme didn't use pheasant instead of duck.

2) SC has no special wish to be perceived as an antagonist of Southern cooking -- he's got a signed copy of Emeril's TV Dinners, and the local Chick-Fil-A's cashiers have taken to giggling about how long it's been since they saw him yesterday -- but he feels compelled to warn people against deep-frying turkeys. Click here to have a look at Underwriters Laboratories' video of a typical turkey fryer under test. Any interest that SC ever had in trying this out himself was quashed some time ago when he saw a fryer that advertised that its power cord was UL-certified, a nice way of saying that the rest of it sure wasn't. Yikes! (For a defense of this practice, see here.)

3) Forget all the nasty debates of the last month -- Bush vs. Kerry, SC vs. Lakoff, single-malt vs. blended -- it's time to focus on the real controversy: canned cranberry sauce or homemade? Partisans of the can, the onus of explaining how you could possibly eat that stuff after watching it jiggle as it exits the can falls firmly on your shoulders. There is simply no way the Pilgrims would have been grateful to anyone for a food item so disturbingly, perfectly cylindrical in shape. To help you get started on your rebuttal, note that cranberry sauce of any sort is an anachronism unreflective of the original celebration.

4) On a somewhat more serious note, the Wall Street Journal has a 43-year-old tradition of running this editorial every year at Thanksgiving. Proof of its timeless appeal can be found in the stunning aptness of its description of American society, as though it were written today; even if America is not the country you would like it to be, take a moment today to give thanks for the country that it is.

November 22, 2004

SC's favorite linguist

Earlier today, your host alluded to a linguist found in an early video role-playing game (or is that role-playing video game?). It's true. In fact, SC has wanted to post about this for a long time, but never really was all that excited about doing the screen capture work (and playing through the game) necessary to demonstrate it. Then, a few days ago, he discovered that somebody already had when he went to research the "dungeon" post. In other words, SC owes a big debt of gratitude to the gentleman who must have spent hundreds of hours putting together this tr