jueves, 8 de julio de 2010

The Swap


Tunnel of Love - Dire Straits
Hold Yuh - Major Lazer and La Roux
Salina - the Avett Brothers
I'm Gonna Be (500 miles) - the Proclaimers
Maggie May - Rod Stewart
Ocean Spray - Manic Street Preachers

Last day in Espain.
Plane leaves tomorrow at 1o in the am.

Holy shit.

The title of this blog is Una vez en el metro: una lluvia de ideas from across the atlantic.
The part after the colon implies that I've been writing this blog to someone or something on the western side of the atlantic from the eastern side.
Now I'll be switching sides - which, I suppose, means I'll be writing to the east.

Dicho esto, España (y amigos en España), aunque tenemos que separarnos, te escribiré con frecuencia hasta que podamos estar juntos otra vez el año que viene.

Hasta pronto, Quijote.

And friends in the yoosah that I have missed horrendously, see you soon.


domingo, 27 de junio de 2010

T minus 2 days:

Gimme Some Lovin' - The Toasters
Teardrop - Massive Attack
I Want You Back - The Jackson 5
Crazy On You - Heart (this one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgFMy0bHqVQ)
Come On A My House - Nasty Tales
Rockin' Horse - The Allman Brothers
Can't Stop - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Hokay, so...
As we enter the red zone of the remaining time before my academic suicide (examen final de "las religiones de antiguedad"), I feel it necessary to share a completely unrelated quote found in a completely unrelated academic article I read a couple weeks ago...while evitando estudiar for a different final.

Some of you out there have already seen this; however, seeing as it has passed the mandatory period of personal subconscious contemplation, os presento a portion of the article "Heidegger on the Connection between Nihilism, Art, Technology and Politics" by Hubert Dreyfus.

"If you can commit yourself unconditionally - in love for instance - then that becomes a focus for your whole sense of reality. Things stand out or recede into insignificance on the basis of that ultimate concern. One does not discover a significance that is already there. there is no basis for this commitment in the cosmos. Indeed, such a commitment is exactly the opposite of belief in an objective truth. You are called by some concrete concern - either a person or a cause - and when you define yourself by your dedication to that concern, your world acquires seriousness and significance."

To give you a little context, Dreyfus was attempting here to explain the thinking of Kierkegaard to a semi-modern academically philosophical audience. Por eso, he does kind of dance around the God factor - which is kind of a necessary element en el pensamiento de Kierkegaard...

Nevertheless, the content of the passage is not necessarily what drew me to it (seeing as Kierkegaard's explanations of his own ideas would be the ideal here...); but rather the form. In the midst of an otherwise dry, verbose discourse on nihilism through the eyes of Heidegger (cue projectile vomiting), Dreyfus seems to channel a completely different speaker - one whose manner of thinking hasn't been rendered completely robotic and mundane by years of academic meandering.
Not saying that Dreyfus is by any means the epitome of prosaic academia - but he certainly has his moments. We all do.
This form coupled with the basic description of a beautiful Kierkegaardian idea definitely took me by surprise while reading the article.

::Please keep in mind that when I read this article I was wandering around in the darkest depths of nihilism for an exam on the topic later that week::

Anyway...one of the many surprises one encounters while hopelessly avoiding the necessary evils.
Sit on this for a while and let me know what you think.
Hope someone else out there enjoyed this as much as I did.


sábado, 26 de junio de 2010

Acabo de darme cuenta de que...

Funk Soul Brother - Fat Boy Slim
Praise You - Fat Boy Slim
Rock That Body -Black Eyed Peas
Steal My Sunshine - Len
Mensajes del agua - Macaco
Paper Planes - M.I.A.
The Downfall of Us All - A Day to Remember
Does the Lion City Still Roar? - Less Than Jake
Kiss Me Deadly - Reel Big Fish
Boss D.J. - Reel Big Fish version
I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) - The Proclaimers

...de que solo me quedan 11 dias en e'paña.

Can I please get a collective WTF!?


Also, solo me quedan 3 dias hasta el examen de las religiones de antiguedad.
Religiones de antiguedad.
Religiones de...
Ok. Let's discuss this.

Beccaniles (apathetic linguistics major) + 11 days left in espain + WORLD CUP + really awesome weather = religions of antiquity FAIL

The wise of the world would have us believe that we learn from our failures.
That may or may not be rendered completely erroneous in this situation.
I'm really not sure, so let's talk it out:

If I fail the test/class, I really will not have learned anything about religions of antiquity.
...Though I do vaguely remember (from the classes I attended) every puta cosa about "ludi."
(As much as I would like very much to forget the topic and free up some brain space.)
As for the "failing experience:" I've never received anything below a B+...so...I suppose eventually I could benefit from the experience...since life is all about...experiences...? Now I'm just justifying my own laziness.
And really, in my current apathetic state, I'm not sure I'd really learn anything...
Not to mention I could potentially take some other "social and historical" credit back in Bloomington and cross out that little F on the transcript...
This is not helping my ganas de estudiar - or lack there of.
Neither is the guitarra, sitting there in the corner.

Yeah. I'mo just go ahead and coger la guitarra and see what happens.

Saludos from the land of BURNT OUT,


jueves, 10 de junio de 2010

on a scale of 1 to completely irrelevant...

Salina - The Avett Bros.
Pretty Girl from Chile - The Avett Bros.
Tunnel of Love - The Dire Straits
Prologue - Catch 22
Opportunity - Catch 22
Soulchaser - Caesars
Teardrop - Massive Attack
eh, why not, Walk of Life- The Dire Straits

Munchlist: Pan tomaca, un piti y la cerveza preferida

Porque has venido tan pronto?
Julio better just back it on up.
This homie's not quite ready yet.

Ha, certainly not ready for the final exams.
Let's do a run through of the remaining exams:

14 de junio: el problema de metodo en marx
17 de junio: nihilismo y la metafisica


29 de junio: religiones de antiguedad
not a damn chance.

good thing that one's pass/fail.
nevertheless, as a friend so bluntly reminded me, pass/fail still leaves FAIL as an option.

so we'll see what happens with those.
at the moment, i'm "studying" for the marx jazz.
i really do find the topic interesting on some level.
however, at the moment, i feel that it simply doesn't matter.
whether social science spontaneously arose from the proletariat masses or was handed down to them by a bored bourgeoisie really has no place in my current life.
i've always been a personal fan of distractions; nonetheless, my current existential state requires a certain amount of focus so as to not fall into basket-caseland.

which brings us to the next final, nihilismo y la metafisica.
this one i find a bit more pertinent to my life - though not because i am a nihilist.
(so you can call off the suicide watch)

sin embargo, regardless of its pertinence and my understanding of the topic, there is a ridiculous amount of memorization to knock out before the 17th.
que Dios me bendiga with that one.

speaking of Dios - religiones de antiguedad.
if there is one topic completely irrelevant and useless to a linguistics and spanish major, this is it.
it's kind of fun to be thrown into the world of latin terms which now have different meanings...



the layout of various religious institutions of the roman empire, as well as the various titles and responsibilities of every puto ciudadano is about as relevant to my existence as the invention of the yo-yo.
i have never owned one.

list of things relevant to my life at the moment (and possibly to yours):

playing lots of guitar
really nice weather
really cold beer
really good friends
really amazing books
really awesome music
bastante superb food
the yoosah kicking culo britanico in the copa mundial (june 12 at 20:30 spain-time, for those of you unaware...TOMAAA, INGLATERRA. AMURKAH!)
attempting to aprovechar de todo antes de que me vaya en julio
the magical world of linguistics
constructing a complete thought without losing it
becoming extremely excited about seeing friends, family and the new miniNiles
ponerme melancolica al pensar en separarme de la gente aqui
planificar la vuelta a madrid
reteaching myself how to spell english words (i.e. 'caulk,' 'wholly,' anything borrowed from french, anything ending in -tion or -tial, and anything with diphthongs - it took more attempts than i'd care to mention to spell "bourgeoisie" above.)
questioning the cosmos as to why mark knopfler must come to madrid AFTER i leave

i will see that man in concert before one of us dies.
os lo juro.

oi. that's all i've got for the moment.
the big debate now is:

continue studying until the wee hours vs. sleep soon and wake up at a respectable hour to get a head start

i'll pine over that one a while.
have a wonderful thursday.


domingo, 16 de mayo de 2010

la cabeza a punto de estallar. BAAAAAH TROZITOS DEL CEREBRO EN EL MURO


The Downfall of Us All - A Day to Remember (duggaduggaduggadugga duh duh DUH DUH DUH DUH LET'S GO)
My Life for Hire - A Day to Remember (THIS IS A BATTLE GROUND)
Sleep Now in the Fire - Rage Against the Machine (THE COST OF DESIRE, SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE)
Calm Like a Bomb - Rage Against the Machine (WAH FEEL THE FUNK BLAST)
Heroes Get Remembered, Legends Never Die - Four Year Strong (TEAM UP, TEAM UP)
Mutiny - Set Your Goals
Nuthin' But a GThang - Snoop Dogg (1,2,3 and to the fo, snoop doggy-dogg and dr. dre is at the do', ready to make an entrance so back on up, 'cause you know we 'bout to rip shit up) - yes. i just went there.
...and to be true to my skankin' soul, Shining On - Big D and the Kids Table
and This Gigantic Robot Kills - MC Lars
+ major caffeination and nicotination

Yes. It's paper time.
I've done so well these past few weeks as far as los trabajos finales and such - I even abstained from writing an entry instead of doing my sintaxis paper this semester.
Jo. 10 puntos for self-restraint.

However, I have just one last paper to write - and I cannot for the life of me find the ganas to do it.
In fact, Bonnie Tyler is one of the reasons I can't focus.
If she hadn't written such a ridiculous song with such a RIDICULOUS video, I wouldn't be wasting my time laughing hysterically and then almost peeing my pants.
Case and point:

and a personal fave,

Thank you, world of parodies, for never failing to entertain me.

Now, if anyone happens to experience an intense urge to write a dialectology paper regarding the Paraguayan variety of spanish, feel free to shoot it on over.

I can't do this. The internal school year clock, which has been unwaveringly programmed since my 4th birthday, went off around May 5th, signalling what should've been the start of summer.
Of freedom. (...well, of stopping classes and continuing to work - but at least not having to think).



I didn't even get a semester break this year. Not to mention, preemptive senioritis has already kicked in.
HAHA, well, in high school, I'm pretty sure it set in the summer after my sophomore year...so I guess that's kind of an invalid argument.

High-fives to all you kids not in class right now. Have a beer on your porch for me.
And a round of Killian's to all you kids stuck in school until the finales de junio.
I would say 'we can do it,' or something like that; but even I'm not that optimistic.
I suppose we'll have next year to try and repair whatever damage this semester does to our respective GPAs.
beccaniles FAIL.

Right-o. I'm off to grabar some paraguayos para el puto trabajo que he de entregar el martes.

If you have any to spare, feel free to send some karma points my way.


jueves, 15 de abril de 2010

no solo otro jueves con lluvia

Life Will Fade Away - Synthetic Elements
Your Pride - Synthetic Elements
Hold On (I'm Comin') - Sam and Dave
Everybody Needs Somebody to Love - Wilson Pickett
Wake Up - Tim Armstrong
Jenny Was a Friend of Mine - The Killers
See the Flames Begin to Crawl - Five Iron Frenzy
Something Like Laughter - Five Iron Frenzy
Calm Like a Bomb - Rage Against the Machine

If you haven't traversed the Facebook today:
Mission in life: Be the coolest tia ever.
Difficulties: Sister-in-law has about 400 siblings.

Eh, I can settle for being "one of" the cool ones. At least miniNiles is going to have lots of cool tio/as.

In honor of new miniNiles (Isaiah John - 7lbs, 2 oz, 19 1/2 inches, born April 14th at 8:57pm - just in time for the drink specials at several bars, I might add. Smart kid.):
1 8:30 am class skipped.
1 kebab eaten.
1 coffee to be shared tonight.
Drinkage to follow tomorrow.

Maybe that would have happened anyway.
But we'll just chalk one up to the new kid.
He's gonna need all the points he can get - after all, he is a Niles.

Too bad I have to wait three months to see him.
I mean, seriously. He'll be like, 19 by then.
If anyone has gift ideas for a (by my mathematical calculations) 3 month, 19 year old baby boy, please tell me. Clothes are out. They out grow them.
And I mean, if he's already 18, I don't know if he's going to be one of those skinny punk kids who wears girl pants and X-small kid tees or an XXL football player type.
Maybe he'll throw everyone for a curve and be an X-small kid tee wearing football player.
Oh God.
We can only hope.
Maybe we could get a start on his master library or something. It's never too early for a little Schopenhauer.
I'm sure there's a baby edition of Schopenhauer by now anyway.
Something like...
"Music = PRETTY!!"
"Post hoc ergo propter hoc = Mr. Hegel, POOPY FACE BAD MAN."
"Dialectic = STUPID."
"Free will = Eating COOOOKIEEEESSSS at any time of day. Mommy and Daddy can't stop you."
Available in the "Lecturas extranjeras" section of your local Casa del Libro.
A timeless classic for all ages.

Bah. That's all for now.
In the meantime, if you're my friend on facebook, go to mah bro's page (Patrick Niles) and czech out the miniNiles in action. :D

Hasta later,


lunes, 12 de abril de 2010

Limbo: Part Deux - "La technologie peut SUCK IT." (she said in her best french accent)

Fortress - Ace Troubleshooter
Trenchtown Rock - Bob Marley (Or Sublime, your choice. Both superb.)
Bourbon and Division - Firewater
Every Morning - Sugar Ray (Yes, I just went there.)
Cowards Sing at Night - Tom Gabel
A Desalambrar - Daniel Viglietti
Maybellene - Chuck Berry
Shine - Collective Soul
World Gone Crazy - Dub Pistol

Just sent off the last of this group of postcards.
Well, the only group of postcards I've sent since being here.
...8 months.
Sorry, everyone. I suck at all things correo.
They probably won't even get to you anyway given this whole passport situation.
Actually, I've probably just endangered your citizenship by sending you a posty.
Hola from Spaaain!!! (And the CIA)...

Ah well.
At least you'll have a story for the kids.

That really wasn't the point of this blog.
The point of this blog, which is rather pointless, is to express my strong discontent with this whole international IP address deal.
All I want to do is watch season 6 of the office.
Why, NBC? Why? I'm still paying taxes in your country. Why can't I just watch the show?
Totally forgot about the state taxes.
Meh. I've got until Friday.
Dear CIA, please tell the grand, sovereign state of Indiana that I'll get those digits to'em asap.
kthxbye, beccaniles.

So anyway. This was a way to kill a few minutes until the almighty Megavideo would let me watch the rest of an episode after reaching my 72 minute limit.
You've all been there.
No me juzgeis.
I suppose I could fill out my taxes to kill some time?




sábado, 10 de abril de 2010

el estado de limbo

Me and Bobby McGee - Janis Joplin (from the album, Pearl)
No Rain - Blind Melon
Sunday Arak - Balkan Beatbox
Nuro Shavo - Tamango
DJ Vasile - Zdob si Zdub
Turn the Page - Bob Seger
Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again - Bob Dylan
Whistlin' Past the Graveyard - Tom Waits

Portugal was amazing. 10 points for the other Iberians and their cafe meia do leite.
Camera = jacked in barça, so there are no pictures.
Hopefully by now you're all used to this.
However, if you're in the facebook crowd, the pictures are on mah page via friends with photo apparatus...es... apparatae...apparati?
Da igual.

Next: experienced a face slap from reality in the New World yesterday cuando tuve que register for classes for the fall semester at IU.
I'm essentially done with the major requirements, so next year's classes will be pretty fantastic.

However, as I've expressed to several of you, it's going to be absolutely absurd to be thrown from life here back into college town life, surrounded only by my peers. That sounded pretentious. It wasn't meant to. I certainly appreciate my peers.
But some age variation is always nice.
Every once in a while it's good to know for a fact that you aren't living in a commune of survivors of a mysterious epidemic which eliminated the entire population under 18 and over 26.
It will, however, be nice to wake up 15 minutes before I have to leave, and roll out of bed into class. 5 points for a smaller city structures.
Nevertheless, not being able to take a beer onto the city bus before class might become an issue... :D
-10 points for cultural adjustments.

Ah well, New World. For now, all I can do is try to remain focused on the true reasons behind your foundation; and why I will be returning for a stint - Buffalo Wild Wings, Third Wave Ska Revival and a 1991 silver Saturn named Stan the Indie Rocker.

Hasta later,


sábado, 27 de marzo de 2010



Walkin' in Memphis - Marc Cohn
Holyman - Blind Melon
The Pusher - " " " "
Walk - " " " "
No Rain - " " " "
Eggs and Sausage - Tom Waits
Handlebars - Flobots

Semana Santa: secularly recognized religious holiday lasting slightly longer than one glorious week.
Official beginning: yesterday
List of activities to accomplish during said holiday: ni puta cosa.

Headin' off to Porto, Portugal for a few days tomorrow.
Should be nice.
Ni puta cosa que tengo que hacer.
Bueno, I suppose that's kind of a lie. There are several books I should be reading for classes.
And really, I have two rather large trabajos finales looming in the near future.
Gonna suck.
I'm sure there will be the usual pointless, time-killing blog posts during that time.

And -
To those of you who have relentlessly demanded that my lazy self re-acquire some form of proof of American citizenship:

Got it.
Minus visa and stamps to prove I entered the country legally.
So congratulations on your seeming victory, relentless demanders...

But homie's still illegal.
Story of my life.

The trip to the embassy was quite daunting. If you really want to know, send me a message and I'll tell you personally.
Somehow, after that visit, I feel as though I'm being monitored...
I'm too damn paranoid to write it here.

So. On this sunny, lazy Saturday of Semana Santa, I plan on having a nice conversation con la guitarra and packin' off to a picnic with some people.
Hope you all enjoy yours :D


jueves, 11 de marzo de 2010

i don't even know.

This week's lost in translation moment:

Anonymous Spaniard: Noooo, Becca! How would you say in english...mmm...fijarse en alguien?

Me: Um, I guess you could say, "to focus on or pay attention to?" o algo como asi?

Anonymous Spaniard: Bueno, so I foked him, right? and-


quite a LOL moment.


Sultans of Swing (Live '85) - Dire Straits
Soul Man - Sam and Dave
November Rain (mainly the ending) - Guns 'n Roses
Bulletproof - La Roux
Gimme Some Lovin - The Toasters

I'm beginning to believe that I am actually dead. I simply have yet to realize it.
How else could I once again (fourth time in the past two weeks) sleep through an alarm, lying on my pillow, sounding at the maximum volume?
This is starting to get ridiculous.

Ah well.

So. For those of you who continue to judge me for my unrivaled laziness and apathy regarding administrative matters -
I have printed the forms.
I've gotten the pictures.

I'm going to the embassy tomorrow.

They'll probably refuse to issue me a passport on the sole grounds that I've waited literally 3 months after the robbery to file for another.
Making me an idiot.

Hmm. I can quedarme aqui.
I'm cool with that.

Bueno. Time to go.
Beccaniles needin' to earn some mahnies.

P.S. Soon to come:
Some words regarding "Demons" - probably the best book I've read to date.

jueves, 11 de febrero de 2010

La gente a quien debes conocer.


Too Much - Pepper
Worst Hangover Ever - Offspring

People, movements (and a literary work) you should know.
Look them up.
Read what they have to say about language.
Take my final for me.

Los alejandrinos
Los estoicos
Apolonio Díscolo
Marco Varrón
Aulo Gelio
San Agustín
San Isidoro de Sevilla
Lorenzo Valla
Antonio Nebrija
Francisco Sanchez de las Brozas
Los jesuitas
Los jansenistas
Lorenzo Hervás
Juan Andrés
Juan de Valdés
Giambattista Vico
Gregorio Mayans
El positivismo e idealismo
Los hermanos Grimm
Humbolt (the cool one)
Umberto Eco
La gramática de Port Royal
Noam Chomsky



domingo, 7 de febrero de 2010

Big hair for the win.

Sweet Child O'Mine - Guns N' Roses

Apparently facebook has profile picture fad-week/months now.
I was unaware.
This would certainly explain why all of the sudden everyone turned into pokemon.

Dicho esto, this week/month (not sure - I get different answers from different people) happens to be celebrity look-alike week/month.

While I don't particularly feel like changing my profile picture; I figured a blog wouldn't be so bad.

This is what the internet and I came up with.
Judge for yourselves:



sábado, 6 de febrero de 2010

Quién debe estar estudiando...?

Hi. That would be me.

Rockin' Horse - Allman Brothers
Can't Stop - RHCP
The Science of Selling Yourself Short - Less Than Jake
Fumblin' With the Blues - Tom Waits
Strictly Rude - Big D and the Kids Table
What It Is - Mark Knopfler
Monkey Wrench - Foo Fighters

Examen final: viernes el 12

This final will consist of 2 questions/essay topics spanning from Plato to Noam Chomsky.
No thank you. I think I'll pass.

...or rather, maybe I won't.

I have paid attention. I have gone to class. I have ni puta idea what to expect.
Could I have done something differently? Studied more?
Study what?, I ask.
The philosophical and linguistic history en total of the world?
Especially considering some of the class resources were not only in Spanish, but in Latin and Italian?
No. Si existe algo que debo haber hecho, es obtener poderes síquicos para que pudiera haber previsto los temas del examen.

Dicho esto, let's do as we usually do and pretend it doesn't exist, yes? Yes.
So, I moved. That's something new.
Nice place.
Tight roomie.
I dig.

...also, I disgracefully scored 10 more points for postmodernism in a Lit paper y recibí una very nice grade for it.

Well. That's not completely true. The paper actually had a point.
Unlike postmo...der...

Oo! Además!
This new semester is shaping up to end just as joyfully as the last in terms of not-really-syntax II -
Yes. I'm taking the follow up to not-really-syntax I.
- in that our final paper is essentially the same as the previous one;
meaning beccaniles gets the opportunity to syntactically analyze (and propagandize) MORE Dostoevsky.
Qué fuerte.
Be still, my soul.

If only this impending exam-nado de la Historia de la Lingüística ended so nicely.

Ah well, in the words of Ben Kweller,

"It's the slacker lifestyle
that we do so well...
... my brain is super-fried"

hasta later,

miércoles, 27 de enero de 2010

A Hypothetical Smackdown of Epicstential Proportions


The Pot - Tool
One Headlight - The Wallflowers
Longshot Kick de Bucket - The Pioneers
Especially in Michigan - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Whose Chariot? - O.A.R.


My brother, via skype chat, recently posed me the question:

"If Kierkegaard, Nietzsche, Hegel, and Descartes engaged in a philosophical death match... who would win?"

Seeing as I'm hungry, but the kitchen is occupied, and I have nothing better to do than study for a philosophy exam tomorrow, we're going to settle this right now.

However, I do believe we should supplement a few more characters to make this truly interesting.
That said, bring in Kant and Schopenhauer.

First, as I told Patrick (the brother), Descartes is immediately disqualified given the fact that
) 1 He could not possibly understand the situations of the later philosphers
2) Kant would have knocked him out cold in the rationalist v. empiricist round
3) He's French.

That leaves Kierkegaard, Hegel, Nietzsche, Kant and Schopenhauer.
I thought it only fair to Kierkegaard that there be another theist party present, hence Kant.

So. To begin this love triangle...pentagon; we can immediately form teams:

Hegel, on the side of the continental/mass philosophists
Schopenhauer and Kant in the realm of metaphysics
Nietzsche and Hegel for atheism
Kant and Kierkegaard for theism
Schopenhauer for the aesthetic
Kierkegaard, Schopenhauer and Kant for freedom

But then, of course, we have the typical historical philosophical catfights.
Hegel was hated by Schopenhauer, Nietzsche and Kierkegaard.
Kant by Schopenhauer and Hegel
and Nietzsche hated everyone.

That means 4 to 1, Hegel and his dialectics hit the road.
HA, how's that for an opposition?...
This leaves Schopenhauer, Kant, Kierkegaard and the ubermensch himself.
Nevertheless, the next most criticized kid in the group would be Kant.
Auf Wiedersehen, Herr Kant.

So. This leaves us with the three most unstable, yet terribly brilliant and interesting minds.

Schopenhauer, I must say, would probably be the first one to go in this case.
Though I do love the guy, Nietzsche and Kierkegaard could certainly out-argue him.
...and he'd probably just start yelling "POST HOC ERGO PROPTER HOC" when he got lost.

So. Death match.
An empty room.
Two chairs facing eachother.
Two men.
Perhaps three, with a translator.
Who gives in first?

Both of these men are terribly spirited and fully engrossed in their works.
I personally prefer Kierkegaard (to breathing on most days...).
Nevertheless, Nietzsche could potentially and indefinitely stall with the whole "I'm more philosophically evolved than thou" argument that he usually throws at people.
And Kierkegaard was kind of sickly, so I don't know how long he could hold out.

Nevertheless, Nietzsche was a nihilist little bugger.

So would he care who won?


Duel of the millenium and I can't even reason this one out.
Well, I'll just resolve this the way all respectable ties are solved.

Pan the audience.

Unfortunately enough, I believe the general public would back Nietszche. Hands down.
They already have.

So good fight, Kierkegaard.
I look forward to the rematch.
Maybe we can invite Heidegger and Dilthey next time.


lunes, 25 de enero de 2010

Apology and Disclaimer

Sorry about the varying fonts below.
Not really sure what happened there.
Also, apparently Mr. Blogspot doesn't appreciate IPA symbols.
That would be why there are gaping holes in some words.
You get the point.


Irrelevante? Quizá.

I should seriously be writing a paper right now.
Or taking a nap.
It's pretty sad that I'm even too lazy to take a nap.

Ah well.
Let's instead go on a journey through English orthography.
Primero, tengo un enlace interesante para los que saben algo de ingles. Or have at least heard of English:

I wish I could take the credit for finding this; nevertheless, it was actually brought to my attention by not-really-syntax professor. It's quite tricky, even for a native English-sprecher like mahself.
Especially since some of the words are apparently archaic Britishisms...
Pero todavía es bastante divertido.

Nonetheless, I would like to clarify once and for all that English pronunciation is NOT chaotic.
There is logic involved, even if 85% of those who speak the language don't even realize it.
For example, this business of -gh/ gh- words such as:

and the like.

Iterestingly enough (<--ha...), the gh- in "ghost" is hanging around because apparently, quite a while back, a Danish printer wasn't fully versed in the actual English "conventions" (as lax as they were at the time) and brought over a few of his own.
Thanks, douche.

As for the words which end in -gh; here is the reason.
(So you can stop writing off English as a crapload of illogical conventions. (...Because that's only partially true.))

So. What would have been the original pronunciation of a word like enough [ənʌf]? Something along the lines of (and forget the vowels, they're not important here) [ɛnɔx]. (The [x] of Scottish or perhaps German --> Bach. That type of thing.)
So. What do phonology and human nature say about this sound?
It's hard to produce. Humans are lazy. Speech is rapid.
Por lo tanto:
[x] -- fronts and becomes --> [f]. Another voiceless fricative.
And there you have the reasoning behind that change.

"But Beccaniles," you might ask, "what about the silent ones?! And what about laughter versus daughter?"
Well. Those are a bit more difficult.
First of all, I'm fairly certain that "daugh" does not exist as a word. At least in modern English. That said, the silent
-gh- in "daughter" can be explained away by some sort of fricative elimination in front of another voiceless obstruent ([t]). Or, it could be that if "daugh" DID exist, the -gh perhaps became silent before combining with -ter or the word dropped away quickly. I don't blame it.
Can't imagine what it would possibly mean.

That said, the little guys like "bough," "through" and "though" can (if another pronunciation or rule didn't apply at some point) be explained away as merely entering English at a different time than "laugh" or "cough." Maybe. This is all just speculation right now. I'm just saying, historical linguistics will always provide an answer similar to this one.
Language is a logical tool.
Why would humans invent something so difficult that is so frequently used?

Oh God. That was such a loaded question.

Point is, through (<--- eeeeey) various miscommunications (thank you, once again, Mr. Danish printer) and spikes of prescriptivism versus descriptivism throughout the history of English orthography, the language has become a nice little catch-all of historical scripts and modern pronunciations.

Shout-out to Noah Webster for instilling a great sense of rebellious nationalist perscriptivism in the American people.

I would also like to apologize (or "apologise," if you're one of the islanders) to all foreign speakers who have undertaken the task of learning this cluster-eff of a language.
Nevertheless, I hope that one day, you can learn to love as I do the historical content present in our seemingly illogical orthography.
Makes reading excedingly boring assignments that much more interesting.
Screw the content.
Especially if it's Thomas Hardy.

Czech ow-t the phun things won can due with Ing-lish letrs.

This is probably why I'm always unprepared with my class readings.


martes, 19 de enero de 2010

el acuerdo estadounidense - a.k.a. my ignorance

Fruitloop Daydream - Linda Perry
Shining On - Big D and the Kids Table
Eggs and Sausage - Tom Waits
Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again - Bob Dylan
Motown Never Seemed So Good - Less Than Jake


OBVIOUSLY, I have learned a couple things since leaving the usa ('yoosah').
Just to name a few:
1) Don't smile when walking down the street
2) Potatoes should and do come free with beer
3) The irrelevance of internationally accepted standards on this peninsula (*cough* INTERNATIONAL Phonetic Alphabet *cough*)
4) 3/4 an inch of snow is damn well enough to constitute a national state of emergency
5) Wifi = "weefee"
6) Olive oil will not only help the body; but will also aid in the eternal salvation of one's soul
7) Mio Cid (who is SO not MY Cid. not after that class)
8) Ham grows on trees and is just as healthy as the olive oil. Hell, might as well throw it in with those free potatoes.

This is where it gets a little crazy.

The social, cultural and governmental infrastructure of this great European peninsula clearly differs from that of the new-world semi-continent I call home.
Social collectivism is NOT dead; and neither is the idea of a culturally homogenous nation.
A culturally homogenous nation.
The politically-corrected, euphemized estadounidense in me dodges on-coming bullets every time I even contemplate this phrase.
Ha, I wonder if I should burn this after I write it...

I have always regarded this concept as one that, perhaps, I could only really appreciate from a distance - not as one that I could perhaps understand. POR SUPUESTO the idea had before occurred to me (in text books, mind you). Nevertheless, it remained a solely theoretical ideal.
That, of course, until I received the most enlightening explanation I could possibly desire:
The yoosah began as a pact.
An accord, if you will, amongst the Enlightened (big E) law makers of the colonies.
Yes. I knew this.
No. I did not continue that strain of thought any further.
For all intents and purposes, the yoosah is nothing more than a clubhouse.
Pay your entrance, maintain your membership fees, and there you have it. Your own personal vote to throw in with the other 300 million. We'll just abandon the politically critical direction this sentence is going.
Point is - the world experienced the Enlightenment; the United States spawned from the Enlightenment.
Did cultural homogeneity exist? Certainly.
Hello, 19th century.
Nevertheless, the estadounidense culture had already been formed via a mix of various other cultures before the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Thus: the creating of a new culture (and the separation of the races as a means of establishing the guidelines of said culture).
Simply amazing.
And now that I have be come aware of the differences present in this Euro vs. Yoosah mentality, they surface in every single aspect of life - starting with government and filtering down to prevalence of graffiti covered buildings in Spain or the idea of personal space in the Yoosah.

Perhaps I am just a bit late in discovering all of this.
Lo siento.
At least I have another seis meses to reason it all out.
Creo que necesito seis años mas.


lunes, 18 de enero de 2010

Insertad una entrada de blog aqui:

The Downfall of Us All - A Day to Remember
Monkey Wrench - Foo Fighters
My Life For Hire - A Day to Remember
The Take Over - Four Year Strong
Prepare to Be Digitally Manipulated - Four Year Strong
Heroes Get Remembered, Legends Never Die - Also Four Year Strong
Dead Men Tell No Tales - Set Your Goals
Mutiny - Set Your Goals
Voices - Disturbed
Stricken - Disturbed
('cause e'r'body needs a little cathartic thrash and B.A. hardcore breakdowns now and then)
Old Friend - Rancid
('cause e'ry cathartic thrash and B.A. hardcore breakdown session merits a little ska rehab)

I really don't have anything to write today; I merely wished to share the majority of the playlist that got me through the day's metro rides.
Sometimes words aren't really necessary. Just jump crazily around your room to this and we'll call it a day.
Plus, homie's got some trabajo finales to pretend to finish.


sábado, 9 de enero de 2010

Otro monologo sintactico - por si os interesa


D.J.s - Sublime
Land Down Under - Men Without Hats
Strictly Rude - Big D and the Kid's Table
Medley Jack & Neal - Tom Waits
California Burritos - Chuck Reagan
Between the Lines - Also Chuck Reagan
Jungleland - Bruce Springsteen

Once again I find myself in that wonderful time of the year known as:

the end of Christmas break.

Sin embargo, this year, I did not have the pleasure of sitting idly and awaiting the beginning of a new semester.
Instead, me quedé con una tormenta de 2 rather large papers and several readings looming over my head for three weeks.
"Beccaniles," you might ask, "didn't you knock a good chunk of that work out in 3 weeks, as you had more than enough time?"

And my answer is no. In fact, the 2000ish words due Tuesday, I have only just begun. Once again, 3 days is more than ample time to produce a comparative syntactic analysis of a book I have read no less than 12 times (Crime and Punishment/ Crimen y castigo) - however, I also have classes to attend and classes to teach within that time period.

-"Back to real life, eh?"
-"Eff that ess."

Qué fuerte. I've finally progressed to conversing with myself aloud.

So. Let us discuss once again the not-really-syntax class.
Usually, at this point in time, I would lapse into an incoherent rant about the lack of syntactic content of the class.
Nonetheless, I have begun to view this trabajo final como una manera de por fin victoriously waving the syntactic flag high above my little linguistic head.
(Feel free insert your own Government and Binding Theory joke here in reference to the use of the word "head". Hahahaaaaah. Linguistics always good for a laugh.)


What not-really-syntax teacher (I would like to clarify that she, as a teacher is quite wonderful. However, I still greatly desire some linguistic content in the class.) has unknowingly provided me here, is not only a solid opportunity for the post-modern literary analysis space-fillers which are easily reflected in sentence structure and the placement/use of certain descriptors, but an unequivocally open forum for the discussion of...

ADJECTIVE PHRASES!!!!!!! (insert Oprah-esque WHAAAAOOOOO here)
What what?! Semantically determined adv location?
Perhaps a little english/spanish comparative head structures?! Joooooder.
Oh, what's that? Perhaps even a little X-Bar Theory, you say?
Now things are just gettin' caRAZay up in here.
Yes. I believe even Steven Pinker himself would be a little envious, were he not hopelessly lost in the cognitive sphere.

That's right, friends, Beccaniles has been given the best gift imaginable, 200o words of uninhibited, unadulterated linguistic meandering (all completely purposeful, meandering, of course. Oxy-moron? Perhaps to some).

Oh man. I don't even know why I am writing this blog instead of that paper.
Yes I do. It's late, I don't particularly want to think right now; not to mention I am thoroughly overcome with ecstacy.
It's moments like these that make the thought of my seemingly futureless academic endeavors worth while.
And I'm pretty sure it's moments like these that actually keep the field of linguistics alive...or, at least in a well-maintained vegetative state.

Uy. Gracias, Reyes Magos. Me han dado ustedes un regalo legendario.

Hmm. On a completely unrelated note, I'm a little erked that I busted a guitar string yesterday. It's not even an E string which I could possibly do without. It's the G. Kind of necessary.
I suppose that was Jesus telling me to put down the guitar and study.

I'm out. Hasta later.