It’s kind of old, but it’s a handy link.
Go pat yourselves on the back for trying to regain relevancy, you superannuated fucks.
Why do we have pageants in 2017? This century isn’t what I imagined it to be at all.
Camus believes that all Western countries are faced with varying degrees of “ethnic and civilizational substitution.” He points to the increasing prevalence of Spanish, and other foreign languages, in the United States as evidence of the same phenomenon. Although his arguments are scarcely available in translation, they have been picked up by right-wing and white-nationalist circles throughout the English-speaking world. In July, Lauren Southern, the Canadian alt-right Internet personality, posted, on YouTube, a video titled “The Great Replacement”; it has received more than a quarter of a million views. On great-replacement.com, a Web site maintained anonymously, the introductory text declares, “The same term can be applied to many other European peoples both in Europe and abroad . . . where the same policy of mass immigration of non-European people poses a demographic threat. Of all the different races of people on this planet, only the European races are facing the possibility of extinction in a relatively near future.” The site announces its mission as “spreading awareness” of Camus’s term, which, the site’s author concludes, is more palatable than a similar concept, “white genocide.” (A search for that phrase on YouTube yields more than fifty thousand videos.)
“I don’t have any genetic conception of races,” Camus told me. “I don’t use the word ‘superior.’ ” He insisted that he would feel equally sad if Japanese culture or “African culture” were to disappear because of immigration.
Well spotted, The New Yorker!
“Evidence shows that the most insular scientific communities have led the march away from elaborated sentences in favor of complex, compressed nouns: Science articles in specialist publications such as the Journal of Cell Biology contain fewer relative clauses and more noun compounds than articles in publications like Science, which target a more diverse community of scientists. Both of these samples in turn have less syntactic elaboration and more compression than academic writing in the humanities, which presupposes even less specialized knowledge among its readers. And lagging behind all of these in the trend toward noun-heavy compression is the language of novels and plays. And, as Biber and Gray have shown, university students learn the art of compression gradually, with those in the sciences coming to rely less on multiple clauses and more on complex nouns than their peers in the arts and humanities.
“These findings highlight the extent to which languages are shaped by the structure of their communities—so much so that even a cosmopolitan globe-straddling language like English contains within it an esoteric register whose linguistic opacity has the effect of repelling outsiders and reinforcing the insularity of its community.”
Julie Sedivy has taught linguistics and psychology at Brown University and the University of Calgary, and is the author of Language in Mind: An Introduction to Psycholinguistics. She is currently writing a book about losing and reclaiming a native tongue.
Peanuts is being re-run on GoComics. “Jesus!” is a comment under this one. Several replies to the comment are standard Jesus-freak bullshit, but I laughed.
She’s cuddling him to get ahead in the dog-eat-dog world of zoos and nature preserves.
What is this god-damned idiot’s infatuation with unraveling healthcare?
Q: Did you ever think we’d have a certifiable moron as President?
A: Not in my most sinister nightmares.
It’s worth watching the whole thing.
I wish to be buried with a snippet of Powaqqatsi (37-46 minutes). Or, since I’m not going to be buried, I wish my friends to watch and listen to Powaqqatsi (37-46 minutes) and know that I loved it especially.
Norm MacDonald is another in a series of ‘3 Stooges’ kind of guys, not that his humor is any kind of the same, but that women don’t get him. What the fuck up is with women?
I stopped bowling because putting on shoes that are not mine is gross and weird. In the nineties, I guess.
Don’t ask me to don somebody else’s clothing. How did that even become a thing.
Or, I think I can say it because we’re all adults here, Damn Tarting.
If I pay you an extra fifty dollars, I don’t want you to pinch me less hard, I want you to stop fucking pinching me. That’s why “more legroom” coach is such a hard sell. Yes, it’s better than regular coach, but it’s not good.
It’s as if I’m being asked by the cook to pay him an extra dollar so he’ll over-salt my potatoes slightly less. Oh, it’ll still taste like salty shit, but slightly less salty shit.