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Morphological Typology (illustrations from SpecGram)

Descriptions adapted from The Lingua File: 

Analytic languages: also known as isolating languages because they’re composed of isolated, or free, morphemes. Free morphemes can be words on their own, such as cat or happy. Languages that are purely analytic in structure don’t use any prefixes or suffixes, ever. However, it’s rare to find a language that is purely analytic or synthetic since most languages have characteristics of both. Morphological typology is like a spectrum in which languages fit in somewhere from analytic to polysynthetic (a subtype of synthetic languages we’ll get to in a moment).

Mandarin Chinese and Vietnamese are good examples of analytic languages. […] English, on the other hand, is one of the most analytic Indo-European languages, but is still usually classified as a synthetic language. […]

Types of synthetic language (i.e. languages that have prefixes/suffixes): 

Agglutinating Languages:With these languages, morphemes within words are usually clearly recognizable in a way that makes it easy to tell where the morpheme boundaries are. Their affixes usually only have a single meaning. Turkish,Korean, Hungarian, Japanese, and Finnish are all in this group.

Fusional Languages: Similar to agglutinating languages, except that the morpheme boundaries are much more difficult to discern. Affixes are often fused with the stems, and can have multiple meanings. A prime example of a fusional language is Spanish, especially when it comes to verbs. In the wordhablo "I speak", the -o morpheme tells us that we’re dealing with a subject that is singular, first person, and in the present tense. It’s difficult to find a morpheme that means “speak”, however, since habl- is not a morpheme. Fusional languages can be tricky!

Polysynthetic Languages: These languages are undoubtedly some of the most difficult to learn. They often have verbs that can express the entirety of a typical sentence in English, which they do by incorporating nouns into verbs forms. For example, the Sora language of India has one word that means “I will catch a tiger”. Many Native American languages are polysynthetic.

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#thinsplainer #mansplainer #obesity #double standards #mind your own business bro #body image #body shaming #fat shaming #health 

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three internet trends i will (regrettably) probably never grow out of:

• typing in a cresCENDO TO EXPRESS EXCITEMENT • …………..unnecessarily……. long……….. ellipsis’ • puttinfh a typo in eveyr other word to shwo u dont really give a fukc but u actually do

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Just looking forward to the day in which the realization of self is no longer dependent on this physical, corporeal consciousness.

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Men are cruel to prove they’re not weak. But they doth protest too much.

S3:E2 - 13 reasons why

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Hi, Koo

I want to, each day

Know more than what is all this.

Please cosmos, steal me. 

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Dexter - this is his sultry pose. 

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His skin is covered in flaky patches, the color of disease.

It’s just the dog’s version of a sinus infection, though, don’t worry. 

You sniffle and blow your nose at the annual, ubiquitous descent of dreaded pollen... 

POLLEN!!!  

hahhahhahahahahhaha 

stupid fucking yellowy green shit from trees fucking with our lives so. damn. hard.  

Gotta love nature i guess. 

You know.... I’ve never had too much of a problem with seasonal allergies.

Then I got a dog.  My little dog. 

My little dog scratching. 

Scratching incessantly.

Incessant scratching evidently, and very commonly, leads to a skin infection. 

Skin infection leads to a quick and easy remedy - a 3-day antibiotic. For $375

....

....

*Breathing*

.....

....

*not freaking out* I AM OKAYYYY!!!!! 

oh wait that’s still like $1,999,625 cheaper than a human child.  Shuttin’ up now.

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Title if you want one

Go ahead type a post.

Diego just knocked over the stack of coasters again.

Now he’s chasing his tail

And tackling the cat tower

I’m gonna have some soup

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Summer fog steals her away, engulfs her; the impromptu adventure, the blindness... welcomed wholly after barely an instant of apprehension. Son, friend, father. 

It thickens, obscuring reality, memories, reflections... darkening. Five slits. Gashes, but they don’t clear the fog. They disfigure, and ridicule the weak-hearted and fog-entangled fool who doesn’t know the fog isn’t razor wire. 

Like a brother. False sense of authority. Real sense of equilibrium. Despite that razor wire fog. A precarious balance, easily unhinged. A new mistake, the fog constricts its hostage. Drowning, aimlessly flailing. At last a hold to grasp upon. A deep breath. In vain. Self-pity has sunk too deeply into the hold. Permanent damage. Fog rolls back in.

Now in a place she’d always known, but a place for others, never a place for her. A new reality. A permanent reality.

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What do I do

Now. Tomorrow. The next day.

About this and that. About everything.

I.

Do.

Not.

Know.

I’ve lost all grasp on my identity. Motivation. Purpose.

I don’t feel like a wife. A daughter. A sister. A friend.

Not any more.

I am a translucent amoeba of pointlessness, bumping into one box and floating uncontrollably -yet painfully slowly- into another box, never fitting into any of them.

Fake it til you make it. *scoff* I fake it and just fake it. And become certain my fakeness is as obvious as a firey 50-car pile up, which I probably caused and will annoyingly survive cause that’d be my luck.

What. Ever.

Switching to auto pilot. Smile and nod. Take a swig of poison. Eat something healthy then smoke a cigarette. Compliment everyone and buy a top that makes me feel pretty. Knock off barely 25% of shit on my to do list then wallow in self hatred for not completing the other 75%... the stuff that really matters, but also the stuff that I just cannot do.

This is so dumb.

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Tomorrow and yesterday

Tomorrow when the sky stripes itself with the warmth of golden shades over the setting sun...

Ill leave at that moment. I know you know, I know you’re waiting for me. Through forests and over mountains.. I have to be with you right this moment.

I’ll keep walking, my gaze fixed on these incessant thoughts. There is nothing to see around me, I continue, hearing no noises around me. Alone, unknown, I walk.. hunched back and crossed arms. Distraught... I know the day for me will be like the night.

I won’t watch the golden sun falling over the horizon, nor the sails of the boats descending into the harbor. And when I arrive, I will put on your grave, a bouquet of green holly and flowered heather.

My translation of « Demain dès l’aube » par Victor Hugo

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G envi ke qqn me tue stp merc

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Is it that we don’t question whatever represents “normal”, or that so many of our experiences tend to reject responsibility by way of some annoying version of existentialism... or is it just all the idiot people everywhere who seem proud to deride anything that challenges their post truth ideologies.... or is it me and my inability to figure out the extent to which I am defined by my actions or by how steadfast or capricious my values are?

I don’t fucking know. But I find solace in the fact that this stupid physical existence will come to an end one day.

Life is no more than a shadow, a fool, mindlessly strutting and fretting his banal story, bellowing his narrative, which is then made certain to never be heard again. Life is just a story told by an idiot, full of sound and fury... signifying nothing. -WS

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I just returned from spontaneous and surprisingly invigorating voyage amongst synapses of my hippocampus  (or wherever memories are encoded in the brain)... I was thinking back to about 10 years ago, trying to remember something that happened and remember why.

If you ever want to really submerge yourself in a previous era of your existence, recall not just the events, but how you felt, and the reasons you made certain decisions... I highly recommend sleep deprivation.

Anyway... I was just skipping along from one memory to the next, enjoying the nostalgia, amused by how much my perspective and understanding of myself and others and the world in general have changed.  (Side note: Can’t wait to look back on myself now in another 10 years from now and laugh at how dumb and oblivious I am, here at 32 years old)

Allowing the largely forgotten narratives of my 2008 self just stream into consciousness at their own will, suddenly a very particular individual from my past jumped on screen, and stayed there for a while. After all, maintaining a presence in my psyche always seemed like a high-priority mission of hers, circa 2004-2009. 

Jess!  She was my own personal bully. I admit I did dread her, and was aware of the potentially-significant detriment to my reputation that she threatened to have. She did, after all, make countless attempts to monger rumors about my ostensible secrets... (I think she went overboard, though. Too many exaggerated details, and overzealously and perpetually bringing it up, making it the trademark of her own impertinent conversational style).   I always pitied her for dedicating so much emotional energy and time out of her day strictly to plotting ways to ruin me, i.e., ways to transmit all her self-loathing onto me.  

It’s just so interesting that I had TOTALLY forgotten about her, despite the fact that her inextinguishable malevolence ran like a red thread throughout those five years, intertwining like cancer with every experience I dared to have while living in Oxford. 

I hope she’s doing well and has gotten over whatever the fuck it was that she blamed me for. Sending love and peace to her.... and all the bullies out there. 

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#richsplain