#Saol Standard

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AKA

[kavat]

Okay I'm here with the essay loosely inspired by this post and how the pronoun debate online always defaults to english which diminishes the work of people all over the world.

In swedish we have three singular third pronouns; han/honom (he/him), hon/henne (she/her) and den/det (it). Our language is thankfully not very gendered at all, which makes the whole thing a lot easier than for example latin based languages that genders exactly everything (we do basically have two neutrals instead, which is quite confusing at times, but I digress).

Back in the day when people wanted to convey an unknown or irrelevant gender they would say "han eller hon" meaning "he or she". It works but is quite cumbersome. In writing it was often "han/hon". This was the norm for as long as I know. Very similar to english.

I followed a few feminist blogs in the late 00s and they didn't like that "he" was always put first and started to write it as h*n, h/n, h#n and similar. It works in writing for an ingroup, but you can't pronounce that. So people settled for hen, a simple third option to hon and han.

It should be noted that at this point it was mostly still used for when the gender of a person is unknown or irrelevant, as the discussion around non binary people still hadn't reached the mainstream. Non binary people became almost an afterthought, as in "here's a gender neutral pronoun for when gender is irrelevant, or I guess if you're neither male or female".

So these feminist blogs started using hen, leftist debaters and writers for magazines and newspapers picked it up and started using it, which of course started a shit storm from the right. Newspapers had to figure out if they should allow it in their style guides or not.

People also started using it as a suffix where words usually ended in -en, like bloggen (the blog) to blogghen, klänningen (the dress) to klänninghen etc. It was mostly a joke around leftists to rile up the right and it sort of worked.

Nöjesguiden, a free weekly magazine about nightlife and culture, published a whole issue in february of 2012 where they changed the name to NöjesguideHen and every he and she was changed to the neutral Hen. The same year the children's book Kivi och monsterhund was published, only using hen.

Later that year, DN, one of the biggest daily newspapers in the country issued a statement saying that they would not allow hen as it could be seen as a political statement. People were talking more about the queer aspects of the word at this point which was apparently too much for DN.

This caused a bit of an uproar, lots of essays and blog posts and debates were had, and in 2014 SAOL, Word list of the Swedish Academy, added hen as a new word which was seen as the official stamp of approval for it, and publications started to follow suit. 

Today it is used widely both in text and speech, it's a lot less loaded now as people just have gotten used to hearing it and it's actually quite practical. In hindsight it's fascinating that a massive culture debate that lasted for a couple of years now has completely calmed down and it became a new standard in the language in a relatively short amount of time.

TLDR; feminists and queers started to use a new neutral pronoun, the right had a breakdown, bon appetit.

[teacherintransition]

“You go ahead, I’m just going to sit here awhile.”

Old man cliches are common, but many have more wisdom and significance than you might imagine.

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare. Youth is full sport, age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee.

William Shakespeare

Ah, the bard and his many truths; from the outside it seems clear what ol’ Bill is saying, but truth to tell this conflict between youth and age are almost always found within the same person. I can hear it now, “settle down pops” at the mere suggestion of a fire still burning in the heart or spirit of anyone over 50. Anyone who has known me the last ten years knows I have a motto, a creed, a riail den saol (rule of life) as the old Irish called it. What is this standard that I hold inviolate? ... NO OLD MAN TALK! This includes the following: so and so is in the hospital again; talk of medications; I just can’t do (activity of choosing) anymore or like I used to; the obituary page; arthritis and aches and pains in general; bragging about how little you are “in the know” about current technology; and the all time dis-favorite, “kids today!” To a slight degree I can tolerate “remember when” and intelligent discussions of music; but old man talk in general is VERBOTEN! Funeral attendance is limited to only the closest of family or the tragic loss of a student or former student, other than that, the next funeral I attend will be my own ... and then maybe.

“Geez, what’s the problem old man?”... is a common response I get for sticking to this creed. Why such a willful response? Let me make some things clear: I’m not afraid of dying, in fact since I’ve adopted a universalist, Buddhist view of things, I fear death less than I ever had. I’m not in denial of the physical limitations I experience nor am I fearful of breaking like glass. My heart for experience and adventure are greater than ever and I resent anyone or any set of thoughts placing me into any predetermined box that makes my choices for me. My worldview, rather than contracting into a close minded conservative set of unflinching principles, has become more progressive and assertive in views than I ever have held in my life. If I were 21, I’d be a radical member of a punk rock band. But, I’m not and won’t.... and I will not engage in old man talk.

An explanation is in order, in my mind and spirit and soul I am 25.... no no, I’m 32. I had it all together at 32. I was six feet 205 pounds, ran two miles four times a week and worked out regularly....I had surpassed youthful impulsiveness and was pretty sharp and, if I don’t say so myself... pretty damn attractive. Wait a minute, this is skirting closely to “remember when,” to the point, there are too many distractions that will rob us of a youthful, positive view of each day if we aren’t careful. I guess I’m sounding careful, like an old man? I know what I am: I’m 54, I retired at an early age, I live in a precarious, uncertain world, I’m excited about what I can do each day.... and to the very best of my ability, I live in the moment at hand. It took me 50 years to attain this wisdom and I ain’t giving it up for anything. The earlier Shakespeare quote is spot on and I’m going to hold onto the youthful passions over the aged restrictions with all my strength. I don’t fool myself or pretend to be something I’m not, a little Just for Men not withstanding, I’m a pretty “with it” middle aged cool ole’ guy.

As mentioned, this world we share is in a precarious state, it can easily rob you of hope and joy. It always had that ability even before 2020. To illustrate the point, I clearly remember people who were with me in my 20’s and 30’s who were already living the life of a obstinate 75 year old. That is a terrifying prospect that a person would reach a elderly mindset so young and live it over and over. In a world that advertises cliche constantly that is one that won’t sell with me. Cliches become cliches because there is some truth in them, even about those of us advancing in age. If you scratch just beneath the surface of these time worn sayings, you just might see a little spry thinking with aged wisdom. The things old guys say like the title, “you go ahead, I’m just going to sit here awhile,” probably garners the response, “the old dude can’t keep up.” Foolish mortal, I, with my youthful desire to live fully each moment, am simply take the time to admire the beautiful vista that you overlook to go shopping... again! “ I’m going to stop at just three whiskies,” to which one might reply, “can’t hang like you used to huh?” The wise response is, “no I wish to savor the taste and the feel of this fine whisky and not wear it later with the hangover that’s sure to follow sport drinking.” Ah , it’s sad that youth is wasted on the young.

I suppose true pearls of wisdom that really enrich life and don’t reduce it to a blur can only come after making the missteps of being young. I wish that many years ago I had realized that we only have now...that’s all we’ve ever had. Often we acted as if we would live forever, which is an amazing feeling, but it doesn’t compare with the intensity of pain when realizing you’ve wasted time. We spent so much time consumed with the worry of tomorrow instead of realizing there is only today. I’m not advocating being irresponsible at all just seeing the magic as it happens. Don’t let this uncertain world rob you of magic; don’t let the worries of what could happen rob you of magic; don’t let an ache or pain rob you of magic; despite your age let yourself live like a child in the sun. Old man talk, in my view, makes getting older feel like being weighed down with a millstone. I want my advancing years to echo again the words of the bard:

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

-William Shakespeare-

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[toinghaeilge]

Munster and the Reform

The Official Standard or Caighdeán Oifigiúil aimed to simplify and standardise spelling. For many dialects, in most words, the reform simply removed letters that played little to no part in pronunciation.

However, some Munster dialects that did (and still do) pronounce these letters have suffered greatly from the big, bad spelling reform.

The 'g' sound

With the reform,

nominative: biadh → bia genitive: bídh → bia

When the spelling of biadh was changed to bia, it did not change in pronunciation for most dialects. However, in Munster, as the final dh is pronounced like g, bia sounds nothing like biadh. As such, certain Munster dialects retain the pre-reform spelling biadh (and its genitive bídh) so as to reflect the g-sound at the end.

Similarly, crua is often spelt in its pre-reform form: cruaidh.

cruaidh → crua

Also, there is no way a Munster speaker would pronounce Lughbhaidh anything remotely like Lú.

Lughbhaidh → Lú

The 'ao' sound

-ao- makes an ‘ee’ sound in Connacht and Ulster Irish. It makes an 'ay’ sound in Munster.

-aoi- makes and ‘ee’ sound in all dialects.

With the reform,

nominative: saoghal → saol genitive: saoghail → saoil

As you can see, with the old spellings both would be pronounced similarly. However, in the reform, they should now pronounced “sayl” and “seel” respectively, causing irregularities in the spelling and pronunciation in Munster.

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Saol Standard Font Family #--- https://t.co/Z8odMxerK6 http://twitter.com/iAndroideu/status/1201071149490163712

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— iAndroid.eu (@iAndroideu) December 1, 2019

[s-a-o-l]

"I hardly think you could call it that, we didn't exactly do anything outside the standard." Saol admitted, sitting on the edge of the straw mat and setting everything down, humming.

"I would not hesitate to say no to another encounter like this, and the same goes for Winowna."

Nice To Meet A New Face //closed-rp//

[theart2rock]

Shark Island sind zurück

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Make A Move

Fire In The House

Policy Of Truth

Aktion Is

7 Tears

Crazy 8

Rocks On The Rocks

Butterfly

When She Cries

Law Of The Order

On And On

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Label: SAOL

Genre: Hard Rock

Veröffentlichung: 11. November 2019

Band:

Gesang: Richard Black

Gitarre: Damir Simic

Bass: Christian Heilmann

Schlagzeug: Alen Frjlak

[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_text_separator title=”Produktion”][vc_column_text]Produziert von: Alex Kniepkamp

Aufgenommen von: 

Gemischt von: Sylvia Massy

Gemastered von: Steve Turnidge[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Massig einfallsreiche, mitreißende Songs raushauen? Check. Die berühmtesten Locations des Sunset Boulevards täglich viermal an sechs Abenden die Woche rocken – und das über Jahre? Check! Unbewusst die Vorlage für die ikonischsten Bühnen-Moves des gegenwärtigen Hard Rocks werden? Aber natürlich! Zum Soundtrack von nicht nur einem, sondern gleich zwei brillanten Keanu-Reeves-Filmen beitragen? Yeah, auch schon erledigt. Nein, SHARK ISLAND ist kein neues Creature-Feature, das seine scharfen Zähne ins Fleisch deines kulturellen Geschmacks reißen will, sondern ganz im Gegensatz die Rückkehr einer von L.A.’s einflussreichsten Bands aller Zeiten, über die (noch) niemand spricht.

Ein Blick zurück auf die glorreichen Zeiten, die uns verrückte Frisuren, einen Hagelsturm aus Farben und einen hitzigen Schuss an Energie für die harte Seite des Rocks brachten, führt uns geradewegs zu jenem brodelnden Protoplasma, aus dem eine lokale Szene erwachsen sollte, die in kürzester Zeit Hard Rock auf der ganzen Welt neu befruchten würde. Und mittendrin, auf den Wurzeln der kulturellen Genese: SHARK ISLAND, das Kraftwerk um Bandchef Richard Black …

… Heute, etliche Jahre und einige Alben später, sind diese unumstrittenen Kings of the Sunset Strip zurück und präsentieren ein frisches Album mit überraschender Wendung im Signature Style der Band. Damals scheuten SHARK ISLAND davor zurück, beim übertriebenen Sellout der Art von Hard Rock mitzumischen, den sie im Ursprung miterschaffen hatten, bevor dieser wiederum vom bereits dämmernden Grunge gefressen wurde. Heute scheuen sie vehement vor allerlei Konventionen zurück und nehmen als Erschaffer die Ausgestaltung erneut selbst in die Hand: Ihre brandneue, hardrockende Brücke von einem Album namens “Bloodline” ist ab sofort weltweit digital auf allen Plattformen erhältlich. Doch warum schon jetzt und nicht in einigen Monaten, gemeinsam mit dem physischen Release? Na, weil der 11.11. dieses Jahr bereits stattgefunden hat! Oder willst du etwa bis zum 11.11.2020 warten? Eben!

Also überquere die Brücke nach Shark Island jetzt und folge der Blutlinie auf einem markigen und doch fein abgesteckten Pfad quer durch Generationen stampfenden, wütenden und befreienden Rocks. Es ist ein durchaus tanzbarer Pfad mit Aussicht auf gutes altes Headbangen hier und da. Erwarte nur nicht, allzu kindgerechtes Zeug zugeworfen zu bekommen – das haben SHARK ISLAND dann doch lieber anderen überlassen, die diesen Weg einzuschlagen versuchten. Diese Brücke ist echt, sie ist robust genug, sich ihr anzuvertrauen. Du suchst nach der klassischen, rohenergetischen Sunset-Strip-Druckwelle in erwachsener Form? Modernisiert, aber nicht geopfert? “Hör’ auf, zu suchen. Machen wir uns doch miteinander bekannt!”, sagt dieses Album mit fester Stimme. Um sicherzugehen, dass die Innereien des ikonischen Signature Sounds von SHARK ISLAND bewahrt bleiben, statt auf dem Altar der Modernisierung dahingeschlachtet zu werden, wurden zwei legendäre Ohrenpaare auf die Insel eingeladen, und beide haben einen großartigen Job hingelegt: Der Gesamtmix kommt von der unglaublichen Sylvia Massy, die bereits Größen wie TOOL, SMASHING PUMPKINS, DANZIG, PRINCE oder AEROSMITH zu phantastischen Ergebnissen verholfen hat.

Und ja, auch in 2019 darf ein Heavy-Rock-Album durchaus fett und dennoch luftig-durchhörbar klingen, eine herrliche Bühne und Instrumentenseparation bieten und dem geneigten Gehirn inmitten befeuerter Ohren etwas Raum gestatten, in dem der Höreindruck gediegen verarbeitet werden kann. “Bloodline” ist als Manifest gedacht – von Ideen, von Ansprüchen, die Standards mitprägen wollen, und von der Mission einer Band, die lange genug ihre Kampfkraft gestellt und so eine starke Mitsprache an diesem Ding namens Rock verdient hat. Hier geht es also weniger um das, was ein Album in 2019 bieten kann; es geht darum, was es bieten sollte. Die Legende ist zurück.

11 starke Songs, veröffentlicht auf den Tag genau 40 Jahre nach dem Gründungstag der Band am 11.11.1979 – Bäng! Und der One-Liner zum Anlass wird direkt mal von einem jener mysteriösen Keanu-Reeves-Filme gestiftet, um diesen prächtigen Tag mit einer Message abzurunden, der wir uns doch alle gern anschließen: “Be excellent to each other!”

Quelle: cmm gmbh

Soweit die Pressemitteilung, wenn ich jetzt noch meinen Senf dazugeben darf. Das Album ist jede Minute wert, ein richtig geiles Album von Shark Island, welches mich wieder in die glorreichen (80er) Hard Rock Jahre zurückversetzt. Es ist erfrischende 48 Minuten Rock die hier aus den Boxen dröhnen. Eigentlich ganz klar ein Pflichtkauf für jeden Liebhaber grossartiger Hard Rock Hymnen. Wer irgendwo zwischen Cinderella und Great White mit einer Prise Guns ‘n’ Roses zu Hause ist muss kaufen.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_text_separator title=”Video”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_video link=”https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdnvrAIa3po”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_text_separator title=”Kaufen”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”15837″ img_size=”full” onclick=”custom_link” img_link_target=”_blank” link=”https://www.cede.ch/de/music/?view=detail&branch_sub=0&branch=1&aid=17014305&pid=1599″][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”15114″ img_size=”full” onclick=”custom_link” img_link_target=”_blank” link=”https://www.amazon.de/gp/product/B0814SFTX5/ref=as_li_qf_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=httpwwwdart2r-21&creative=6742&linkCode=as2&creativeASIN=B0814SFTX5&linkId=ed1a9ccfcaca20916a35cd7f431b7659″][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row]

Shark Island sind zurück was originally published on The Art 2 Rock

[toingaeilge]

Munster and the Reform

The Official Standard or Caighdeán Oifigiúil aimed to simplify and standardise spelling. For many dialects, in most words, the reform simply removed letters that played little to no part in pronunciation.

However, some Munster dialects that did (and still do) pronounce these letters have suffered greatly from the big, bad spelling reform.

The 'g' sound

With the reform,

nominative: biadh → bia genitive: bídh → bia

When the spelling of biadh was changed to bia, it did not change in pronunciation for most dialects. However, in Munster, as the final dh is pronounced like g, bia sounds nothing like biadh. As such, certain Munster dialects retain the pre-reform spelling biadh (and its genitive bídh) so as to reflect the g-sound at the end.

Similarly, crua is often spelt in its pre-reform form: cruaidh.

cruaidh → crua

Also, there is no way a Munster speaker would pronounce Lughbhaidh anything remotely like Lú.

Lughbhaidh → Lú

The 'ao' sound

-ao- makes an ‘ee’ sound in Connacht and Ulster Irish. It makes an 'ay’ sound in Munster.

-aoi- makes and ‘ee’ sound in all dialects.

With the reform,

nominative: saoghal → saol genitive: saoghail → saoil

As you can see, with the old spellings both would be pronounced similarly. However, in the reform, they should now pronounced “sayl” and “seel” respectively, causing irregularities in the spelling and pronunciation in Munster.

[s-a-o-l]

“Was that some sort of ritual you just did?”

Saol had shifted to his standard form again, his back to Alice as he cleaned the blood from the antlers on his head, having to remove the skull to do so effectively. He had been keeping his face utterly hidden from her the entire time he had known the human.

Once finished wiping away the gore, the skull was placed back on his head as he turned to face her. His eyes were glittering.

“And how often do we meet such creatures? I quite enjoyed that battle.”

Twists and Turns and Traps

[s-a-o-l]

“Well then, you wouldn’t mind if I offered some to you then? I’m no use when I have visitors but I do know that offering food is standard for guests.” Saol said, settling back against the wall of his tunnel, his cloak pulled tight around him to ward off the bite of the wintery air.

“What of yourself? How have you fared? I should follow the rivers to the sea, I haven’t done that since I was a younger Fae.”

@s-a-o-l

“Oh! That’s good! I got to see yuletide logs burning in the beach…it was nice.” Her voice seemed to trail off, thinking back to them, a smile crept onto her face as well. “I can acknowledge that things get eaten, even those of the sea…as the humans say, it’s the "circle of life’.’ ”

[s-a-o-l]

There was a soft fluttering of... feathers? Something, but Saol was suddenly no longer on her shoulder and now in his standard form, stooped slightly forward as he walked along beside her.

“How would you shrink then? Is there some magic with which I’m unfamiliar here?” He asked her.

"Doors have locks. Locks need keys. Which you don't have.. Let's hope the doors are open." Cheshire said, grinning widely. He held no sense of sarcasm at the moment.. Until Alice said this. "And if not, there may be more than one way to skin a cat... If you'll pardon the expression." Cheshire sighed, and replied, "Most unpleasant metaphor. Please avoid it in the future." And disappeared.

“Locks and keys, keys and locks, a Door can be unlocked but I cannot use it until it’s physically op- oh, it disappeared.”

Saol huffed slightly as the creature had vanished before he could finish what he was saying. He turned his head to regard Alice.

“What was that all about? A challenge? A threat?”