Why I reach for the dash, and the other tells I would look for first if I were trying to catch me.
The term drifted out of linguistics into a vague social metaphor. The technical meaning is the better story and I want it back.
I disagreed with Nefeli about excrucior, so I translated the poem into Arabic to test it. The root fought back and she turned out to be partly right.
I went looking for research on losing a language and found that the field's main term excludes me by definition. What that turns out to explain.
A poster with a tree on it, a ninety minute workshop, and the staffing number nobody wants to print on a wall. Also what resilience means to engineers.
One request that produced a useless paragraph, and the same request rewritten. Plus the move everybody teaches that changes almost nothing.
Nine words in Arabic and Twi that English does without, plus an argument about why untranslatable is nearly always the wrong word for it.
One graffito turns up on three Pompeian walls and it is a complaint about graffiti. Real CIL numbers, bad spelling, and why I take the walls into class.
Who I am, what I teach, the things I refuse to post about, and a standing invitation to tell me my translations are wrong.
You've read everything.