Wintertime Adventures

This afternoon Mrs Acilius’ power wheelchair got stuck in the snow on an unshoveled sidewalk. She’d wanted to go through the street, but had let me convince her that the snow on the sidewalk looked to be worn down enough that she could get through. It worked just fine, until the very end, when she hit a narrow pass in the snow and couldn’t move forward or back. She drove forward and back while I pushed, but it wasn’t budging. Two people converged on us, a fashionably dressed woman of about 60 and a thin man of about 20 with a thousand-yard stare and summer clothes, obviously just back from someplace much colder and much scarier than our college town. (”You have been in Afghanistan, I perceive”…)

Anyway, the two of them greeted us with offers to help push. The first words out of Mrs Acilius’ mouth were “I’m going to live here from now on, apparently.” The young man couldn’t bring himself to believe that pushing wouldn’t solve the problem, and kept looking for ways to grab hold of the chair.

The woman said that what we needed was a shovel. She looked at the business next to the sidewalk, a funky little used-record store, and said it was too bad they didn’t have a snow shovel. “I bet you a nickel they do have a shovel,” I said. “Well, look at their ramp,” she said. The ramp was covered with snow, but she went in anyway, perhaps curious to see whether I’d pay that nickel.

We waited a moment. I told Mrs Acilius that I supposed she had been right about using the street. She reminded me that it was my idea to use the sidewalk. Channeling General Buck Turgidson, I said I din’t think it was fair to indict an entire plan because of one failure. She seemed to think that was funny.

The young man asked me if we could grab the small wheels on the front of Mrs Acilius’ chair. Mrs Acilius wasn’t opposed to this plan, but before we could put it into effect the woman came out of the store, followed by its proprietor bearing a snow shovel. I took the shovel and dislodged Mrs Acilius’ chair.  The young man pushed her forward once I’d broken up the snow.

Cat Roombas Dog

This video is everywhere else, so it may as well be here too!

Retailers Destroy Unsold Clothes

 ecofiend.org

Instead of donating clothes to charity for a tax write-off.

Underground homes

To some, the idea of an underground house will suggest the early Stone Age.  To others, it will suggest James Bond attacking a bunch of guys in jumpsuits.  To some, however, it suggests a great deal more than that, as Alexandra documents at Weirdomatic.

Separated at birth?

Newsweek thinks Mississippi’s Governor Haley Barbour looks like a future president:

I think he looks more like a figure from the past:

This So-Called Post-Post-Racial Life

If you like what we do here at Los Thunderlads, you’ll probably like “This So-Called Post-Post-Racial Life: Life, Culture, and Politics in the Obama Age.”  The author writes short narratives that raise surprising questions about American life.  Some particularly strong recent posts include “Racism, A Love Story“; “The War on the New Year“; and “Santa Claus Is a Black Man- And a Black Woman.”

Femicide

upsidedownworld.org

“There are about 100 million women less on this earth than there should be. Women who are ‘missing’ since they are aborted, burnt, starved and neglected to death by families who prefer sons to daughters. .  The estimated number of women who are missing are 44 million in China, 39 million in India, 6 million in Pakistan and 3 billion in Bangladesh. This is the single largest genocide in human history.” -Lucinda Marshall, Feminist Peace Network

Feminist Peace Network

“More than 3,800 women and girls have been murdered in Guatemala since the year 2000. What local activists are calling ‘femicide’ is spreading in Guatemala and throughout Latin America. . Guatemala’s femicides are notable for their brutality as well as the impunity that exists for the perpetrators. Countrywide, a mere 1-2% of crimes against life are effectively prosecuted, meaning that someone who commits murder in Guatemala has a 98-99% chance of escaping prosecution and punishment.” -Center for Gender and Refugee Studies

Center for Gender and Refugee Studies

“A Language with a Name is an Idea, Not a Fact”

Bruegel's "Tower of Babel"

In 1995, Michael Billig published a book called Banal Nationalism, in which he argued that the ideology of nationalism has penetrated the modern mind more deeply than we commonly realize.  I haven’t read the book, but I might soon, since a remark about it on Ingrid Piller’s blog at  “Language on the Move” has been preying on my mind for several weeks.  In a post called “Sociolinguistics 2.0,” Piller wrote:

Michael Billig (1995) coined the term “banal nationalism” to describe all those mundane forms of nationalism that produce and reproduce the nation – such as the daily weather forecast on TV, which even in the smallest landlocked nation is presented against the background of a national map as if the weather was tied to national boundaries. Irritatingly, for any critical sociolinguist, the ToC of many journals in the field reads like a list of textbook examples of banal nationalism: study after study of this, that and the other thing in this, that and the other national language. Bourdieu (1991, p. 45) says it all:

To speak of the language, without further specification, as linguists do, is tacitly to accept the official definition of the official language of a political unit.

Sociolinguistics 2.0 can and must do better! Let’s stop pretending that English, German, Japanese or any other language with a name have some kind of primordial existence and are not in need of further explanation. The interesting questions are around language as “a cause, a solution, a muse for the national self, and a technology of the state” (Ayres 2009, p. 3).

(Follow the link above for the full citations.) 

The sentence “A language with a name is an idea, not a fact” is the heading Piller gives these remarks.  The more I think about that sentence and these remarks, the more puzzled I become. 

Certainly it is up to people to decide the boundaries that separate one language from another.  These boundaries do not exist in nature, as things that scientists working in a laboratory can discover and reveal to an unknowing world.  So to ask whether Flemish and Dutch, for example, are separate languages is to ask who does and does not believe that Flemish and Dutch are separate languages, and how those beliefs affect their linguistic behavior.  I think this is what Piller means by “A language with a name is an idea, not a fact”, but I’m not sure- who believes what and how those beliefs show in their behavior are questions of fact, after all. 

The references to Billig and Pierre Bourdieu suggest to me that the “idea” Piller has in mind is the modern nation-state.  If that is so, then I’m not sure how broadly she means her assertions to apply.  The idea of languages as individual entities with names was thousands of years old before the nation-state emerged.  Doubtless the emergence of the nation-state and of nationalism as an ideology has given us a different understanding of this idea than the ancients had.  So when we read, for example, an ancient Roman like Ennius claiming that he had three hearts because he could speak three languages, Latin Greek, and Oscan, we may well attribute thoughts to him that a man of the third century BC could not have entertained. 

Still, an idea of a language as an entity distinct from other languages and capable of bearing a name seems to be very widespread and very old.  Perhaps very old indeed; in 2008, I posted a link to an argument to the effect that when language was first spoken, more than one language may have been spoken.  If so, the idea of “a language” may already have been familiar to the first generation of language speakers.   

This is mere speculation, of course.  But I wonder how deep the idea that there are multiple languages in the world goes in the practice of language.  Perhaps the very act of speaking is always the act of speaking a particular language, as opposed to any other language.  So if Ennius spoke Oscan as a boy in a mostly Greek-speaking town in Calabria, he was, among other things, asserting his identity as a non-Greek.  If he spent his adult life in Rome speaking Latin, he was, among other things, signaling his intention to assimilate to Roman social norms.  Of course, in those days “identity” and “assimilation” were very different things than they are in a world where they are mediated by the modern state and its ideologies.  But perhaps something recognizable as identity and something recognizable as assimilation have existed from the dawn of language.

Rise- Herb Alpert

Mr. Herb Alpert & Mrs. Lani Hall and friends

Amanda Carr

Boston’s Amanda Carr is not only a vocalist, but a fine composer of jazz as well.   Her MySpace page highlights some of her originals; here are two YouTube samples.

If You Could See Me Now“- the notes on this video claim that Amanda Carr’s favorite movie is THX-1138.  Her music gives me a high opinion of her, if she’s a fellow THXnik I have an even higher opinion.

A promotional video for 2009’s “Common Thread