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If you have any passing fancy in language, you may be interested in this article about the Pirahã, and how incredibly strange and unique their language is.  (Here's a brief audio sample, which I desperately want to sample and compose around.)  As with a lot of recent links around here, this is via kottke. [Bonus points - I'm pretty sure the author of the New Yorker piece is the same John Colapinto that sang in the Rolling Stone Holiday Party band that I was a part of a few years ago (and where, among other things, I got dissed by Paul Schaffer).

EDIT - in case you're not yet convinved that this is interesting, here's Kottke's summary:

Everett's position on Piraha linguistics is controversial because he believes their language doesn't adhere to Noam Chomsky's idea of universal grammar. "The Piraha, Everett wrote, have no numbers, no fixed color terms, no perfect tense, no deep memory, no tradition of art or drawing, and no words for 'all,' 'each,' 'every,' 'most,' or 'few' -- terms of quantification believed by some linguists to be among the common building blocks of human cognition."

I've got a serious case of the Fridays. I am dumbstruck that it is barely 3:15pm. Today has been very long and, with the exception of my linguistic perusing, incredibly dull.

fascinating, thank you!

BTW, as a linguistics major, I never believed Chomsky's theories. In the past 10 or so years I'd forgotten why, but now I remember again. :)
I took a class at NYU called "Sound and Language", which I was hoping would involve the evolution of language and oral communication, but which turned out to be a very lame and boring lecture series on phonics and the visual representation of sounds - which, again, could've been interesting, except the professor was lame and boring. Still, though, I'm incredibly fascinated by this stuff and this particular article totally got me jazzed. And the rage against the Chomsky machine in this article (and the others that I found as I poked around) are really interesting, too.
Wow.
That article kicked my ass in a thousand different ways. Thank you!

One of the interesting/surprising tidbits is the news that Pinker thinks Chomsky has jumped the shark, as well.
The Rolling Stone Holiday Party bands were pretty amazing, actually. Jann Wenner himself played one of the many guitars; Austin Scaggs (son of Boz and an RS reporter) played bass, did some singing and generally ran rehearsals. Guest artists included Peter Murphy, G.E. Smith (of the SNL band) and Lenny Kravitz on drums (for one song). I played keyboards, yet somehow was on the front line, and directly in front of me in the audience was Paul Schaffer and Yoko Ono. Anyway, one of the songs we were playing required me to have my hands at 90 degree angles, on two different keyboards. It wasn't a big deal, I wasn't showing off, it was just the only way I could do what needed to get done. After the show, I was roaming around the green room and a somewhat drunk Jann pulled me over to introduce me to a somewhat more drunk Paul Schaffer. Whereupon Paul commented on my two-different-keyboards thing, and said something to the effect of "Yeah, I do that all the time." And then turned back to Jann.

Yoko, by the way, is the sweetest little Japanese woman in the world.
1. I'm flattered, actually, that he took the time to find something to find fault with, even if said fault is that I do something that he does, or, presumably, made famous. Or whatever. He was bald and sweaty and drunk.

2. Yoko was tiny and adorable and I fully expected her to pinch everyone on the cheek and tell us what a great job we did. She was incredibly gracious and her smile was infectious. I confess, though, that every time she was in my field of vision, only one thought ran through my mind: "This woman had sex with John Lennon."