L a u r e n ' s P e r s o n a l P a g e |
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| L I N K S |
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| http://twitter.com/dialect | |||||
| Blog | http://vocalised.wordpress.com/ | ||||
| Old Blog | http://www.xanga.com/LingGradStudent/ | ||||
| M U S I C |
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| Peninsula Symphonic Band | A community adult band I was recently a member of; Click here for more! | ||||
| Creole Formation | Stanford Linguistics Department Jazz combo, now retired; Click here for more! | ||||
| Dead Tongues | Stanford Linguistics Department Rock cover band, on hiatus; Click here for more! | ||||
| Turban Jones | My college Ska band; just ask me for a CD, if you'd like one! Here's an article written about us in 1999. | ||||
| The UofA Wind Ensemble | David Maslanka's composing changed my life. Click here for the CD that preceded our 2001 European Tour! | ||||
| Michael Sullivan | My beloved musical mentor who passed away much too young; Click here for my small blog tribute. | ||||
| Q U O T E S |
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Akwesasne Freedom School: Mohawk Nation Council of Chiefs (thanks to Kayla Carpenter for the reference) |
The Germans can jump into the melting pot. The Swedish can jump in the melting pot... The Czechoslovakians can jump in there. The Polish can jump in there, too. But if some day those different... nationalities... all lose their language as they jump in the melting pot of America, if someday their grandchildren want to learn it, even if they have lost it, the Swedes can go back to Sweden, the Italians can go back to Italy, the Polish can go back to Poland, and they can regain their language that way... but where does the Mohawk go? There is nowhere in the world for other Iroquois to go if they... want again to speak their language. | ||||
| Blindness, by Jose Saramago | You were never more beautiful, said the wife of the first blind man. Words are like that, they deceive, they pile up, it seems they do not know where to go, and, suddenly, because of two or three or four that suddenly come out, simple in themselves, a personal pronoun, an adverb, a verb, an adjective, we have the excitement of seeing them coming irresistibly to the surface through the skin and the eyes and upsetting the composure of our feelings, sometimes the nerves that cannot bear it any longer, they put up with a great deal, they put up with everything, it was as if they were wearing armour, we might say. The doctor's wife has nerves of steel, and yet the doctor's wife is reduced to tears because of a personal pronoun, an adverb, a verb, an adjective, mere grammatical categories, mere labels, just like the two women, the others, indefinite pronouns, they too are crying, they embrace the woman of the whole sentence, three graces beneath the falling rain. | ||||