Linguistics is Good for Logic, but Bad for Your Soul
Hello good people of livejournal. I am still alive, in opposition the belief held by me in which everyone believes that I am not alive. Linguistics will be my end...possible worlds being just the first part. Yet I love it so; I will eventually give in. It is inevitable, as says the emperor (of my soul? of linguistics? It's unclear). To lend credence to this theory, I offer further evidence. While half-asleep in my computational linguistics class this morning, I found myself thinking the following:
Speaker assumptions about the world of Franz Ferdinand (that we can unify over)
x such that:
- man(x)
- name(x,Michael)
- beautiful(x)
- dances(x)
- loves_to_dance(x)
w(leather(w)
hips(w)
has(x,w))
t(sticky(t)
hair(t)
has(x,t))
u(sticky(u)
hips(u)
has(x,u))
z(lips(z)
sticky(z)
has(x,z))
v(silver(v)
platter(v)
waits_on(x,v))
y(man(y)
sexy(y)
wants_to_dance_with(x,y)
leads listener to believe that fabulously_gay(x)
Disturbing indeed. But I'm having fun, and that's the important thing. I'd love to write more, but I need to walk home and start my syntax homework...and eat dinner, though not necessarily in that order.