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it’s a science @Clinamenic
"Greater Good Science Center" reads like parody. Imagine settling on that name.
Greater Good Dogging Centerit’s a science @Clinamenic
It wouldn't be dogging if there were a center for it.Greater Good Dogging Center
True, so the Greater Good Dogging CooperativeIt wouldn't be dogging if there were a center for it.
Sounds like a word for when a three-year-old falls over, grazes their knee, and then gets an ice lolly for being very brave indeed.I learned the term "microadventure" today. Horrible.
i like this account of the space between langauges, 'a kind of meta language experience' https://drive.google.com/drive/u/0/...SeDNiY1E?resourcekey=0-Pom7--Ttd0u1uoZvCnnR1gHow many languages can you speak? Are you able to flick between them seamlessly? Did learning another language influence your first language in any way? Do you ever find yourself thinking in your other languages?
@version-like mystery quotation plus you're rubbishIt may be resisted that true poets are patriots only to an ideal kingdom, of pure language and equally pure humanity; but enquiry shews this contention to be mostly false, because such purity is itself chimerical, often substituted for less admissible alternatives. The bread and butter that a man or woman eats (or even a poet) does not materialise like manna out of thin air. The emergence of nineteenth-century European nationalism, in the period of state-formation that composed the map for the start of the twentieth, was propelled by the intense development of national schools of culture and literature, by the locking up of international possibilities into the closed citadels of a national language, and by the poets who endorsed its ultimate separateness from the other languages all around its frontiers. No other art will do this so well, because music and painting are able to be more transparent to trans-national modalities; but writers proclaim the essence of their patriotic kingdom, and their work is most frequently enrolled into ideas of national identity by which one kingdom rallies its purposes against another.... If writers and poets think that language can somehow resist this involvement with the worst, while claiming natural affinity with the best, then they are guilty of a naive idealism that ought least of all to attract those who know how language works and what it can do. It may be resisted that true poets are patriots only to an ideal kingdom, of pure language and equally pure humanity; but enquiry shews this contention to be mostly false, because such purity is itself chimerical, often substituted for less admissible alternatives. The bread and butter that a man or woman eats (or even a poet) does not materialise like manna out of thin air. The emergence of nineteenth-century European nationalism, in the period of state-formation that composed the map for the start of the twentieth, was propelled by the intense development of national schools of culture and literature, by the locking up of international possibilities into the closed citadels of a national language, and by the poets who endorsed its ultimate separateness from the other languages all around its frontiers. No other art will do this so well, because music and painting are able to be more transparent to trans-national modalities; but writers proclaim the essence of their patriotic kingdom, and their work is most frequently enrolled into ideas of national identity by which one kingdom rallies its purposes against another.... If writers and poets think that language can somehow resist this involvement with the worst, while claiming natural affinity with the best, then they are guilty of a naive idealism that ought least of all to attract those who know how language works and what it can do.