#linguistic student

[sitorarts]

Writing my first uni exam tmr (brains about to implode)

[amanufacturedheaven]

Rare Language Learning: Polari

If you have ever used the words:

- Naff

- Butch

- Camp

You have unknowingly been speaking the sociolect known as Polari, the language of queer people primarily used in the 30s to the 70s. Polari is now an endangered language, as labelled by the University of Cambridge

Something of note: Many resources out there imply (or state) that Polari was a language invented and used solely by white cis gay men, which is decidedly untrue. Many words of Polari come from drag culture, lesbians, and the Romani people and their language. The use of ‘the language of British gay men’ may be a more palatable title to the general public, but it is not to me. I did my best to curate a variety of resources, but unfortunately much of queer history has been lost many more decades than I’ve been alive, if you have any other resources for studying Polari I would love to read them, message me or leave a link in the replies.

Articles

Learn Polari, the Secret Language of the Gays ⚢ Out Magazine

Polari: The code language gay men used to survive ⚢ BBC

Polari and the Hidden History of Gay Seafarers ⚢ National Museums Liverpool

The Story of Polari, Britain’s Secret Gay Language ⚢ Fabulosa!

Polari People ⚢ Fabulosa!

Polari: a language born from prejudice ⚢ Englishpanish

The secretive gay language that gave LGBTQ people a voice ⚢ GAYTIMES

A brief history of Polari: the curious after-life of the dead language for gay men ⚢ The Conversation

Study Material

The Polari Bible ⚢ Internet Archive

Fantabulosa: A Dictionary of Polari and Gay Slang ⚢ Internet Archive

Sociolinguistics / Polari ⚢ StudySmarter

FlashCards ⚢ Quizlet

New Polari Translator ⚢ LingoJam

Polari: A sociohistorical study of the life and decline of a secret language. ⚢ Dissertation, University of Manchester

Polari: a language born from prejudice ⚢ Englishpanish

Simon Bowkett: a short blog in Polari for LGBT+ History Month ⚢ Civil Service LGBT+ Network

[nenelonomh]

languages study schedule

daily

write 1 or 2 sentences to sum up my day

learn 5 new words

listen to a song, watch a short video, conjugate a verb, read and attempt to say out loud a tongue twister, count from 1-100, sing the alphabet, read a page in a book, talk to my reflection, vocabulary flashcards (pick one)

weekly

watch a movie, episode, documentary or follow a cooking tutorial in the target language

grammar exercises

translate a short text

monthly

write an essay or report, on a chosen topic

[www-bestiemme]

I’m so unhappy with how Kim looks but I’ve spent 5 hours on this we move on, WHATEVER

[kiddokori]

his ass is NOT getting up for his 8am lecture

[slavic-roots-western-mind]

T - Verbs in Chinese

Tackle (an issue) - 处理 (chǔlǐ)

Take - 拿 (ná)

Talk - 说 (shuō)

Target - 瞄准 (miáozhǔn)

Teach - 教 (jiāo)

Tell - 告诉 (gàosù)

Terminate - 终止 (zhōngzhǐ)

Testify - 作证 (zuòzhèng)

Thank - 感谢 (gǎnxiè)

Think - 想 (xiǎng)

Threaten - 威胁 (wēixié)

Throw - 扔 (rēng)

Tie - 系 (jì)

Tighten - 紧 (jǐn)

Tolerate - 容忍 (róngrěn)

Touch - 触摸 (chùmō)

Train - 训练 (xùnliàn)

Transfer - 转移 (zhuǎnyí)

Transform - 转变 (zhuǎnbiàn)

Translate - 翻译 (fānyì)

Transmit - 传送 (chuánsòng)

Travel - 旅行 (lǚxíng)

Tremble - 颤抖 (chàndǒu)

Trigger - 触发 (chùfā)

Trust - 信任 (xìnrèn)

Try - 尝试 (ch��ngshì)

Type - 打字 (dǎzì)

[darlinguistics]

hey real quick if youre a studyblr or even just a person in academia and 

🌟 are neurodivergent and/or struggle with mental or physical health problems that impede on your academic performance

🌟 are a first gen student or otherwise feel a bit lost navigating this world compared to your peers who might have a bit more uh,, nepo baby energy

🌟 really hate the corrupt and elitist parts of academia but also love your studies and your dreams too much to give up on it

🌟 genuinely want to better the world with your education not just dangle it over people as part of a god complex or use it to help gatekeep knowledge

🌟 just generally kinda feel like academia wasnt really built for you but you are determined to make it so that it is, if not for yourself then for future generations at the very least

interact with this would you? you dont even need to follow if you arent a studyblr or dont want that on your dash, i just feel chronically alone out here sometimes and i could use the reminder that i am definitely not the only person feeling like this and not the only one fighting this fight. if this post only gets one note thats good enough for me lol

[bunniidollii]

murder on the dance floor, ghostface!rafe

kildare county, once revered as one of the safest communities in the state, is now plagued by a serial killer. he’s already claimed four victims, all fellow students at kildare high. attending a party with a killer on the prowl seemed foolish, but you desperately needed a night to let loose. just one night to forget the tragedies in your life, simply to get drunk and dance, spending the night with your friends. little did you know that a certain someone would make a guest appearance.

tw: it’s ghostface so obviously murder, blood, knives, dead bodies. reader does use heatless curlers but no other physical description is given. suggestive content but no actual smut

you would never forget the first victim to the kildare killer, known also as ghostface by the community, thanks to the eerily familiar mask. you were home alone, watching some vacuous tv show that you weren’t paying attention to, when a news alert interrupted.

you watched in horror as the yearbook photo of your science partner appeared on screen, listening to the detailed description of his gruesome death. stabbed in the chest twelve times, along with several gashes on his body— a fate he didn’t ever deserve. the police hadn’t made any arrests, no evidence pointing towards the identity of the killer other than a phone call from an unknown number, simply warning residents to stay vigilant. then a photo of the killer appeared, grainy and unclear from some cctv footage, but just as frightening with the familar ghostface mask covering his face.

ironic you thought, scream being your favourite film.

after a couple of days with no updates on the case, you’d started putting it behind you, and instead focused on your school work and ignoring the pang in your chest everytime you sat next to the empty seat.

but then another person died. this time an ex best friend of yours, whom you’d had a particularly bad falling out with over the last semester. shock was the only way to describe the way you felt. mourning not the person who died, but the friendship you had officially lost. next was an ex boyfriend of yours. both victims receiving a phone call from the same unknown number. it was official— you had a serial killer on the loose.

❦.♱ʚ♡ɞ♱❦.

the next victim was your final straw: your boyfriend. you’d been together for two years, planning on going to college together, even with talk of marriage in the future.

the police had visited your family, making the connection between the victims and yourself. it was a long and gruelling conversation, with them asking lots of questions about who the killer could be. anyone who might want to seek revenge for something you’d done, but the only person you’d ever fallen out with was murdered in cold blood weeks ago. precautions were put into place to ensure your safety— unable to leave the house without a police escort, having an adult present at the house at all times, for example. you hated feeling trapped, but the fear of the killer increased with each moment of silence.

it was quiet, eerily quiet, with no attacks or murders in the last week. some said he was done, but a part of you knew you’d never be safe, not with the shadow of death following your every step.

❦.♱ʚ♡ɞ♱❦.

a final chance for normalcy was offered when you received a party invitation from your friend lena— tonight, at 9pm. and it may have sounded insensitive but you couldn’t wait, so desperate for a chance to live a little, especially when you had no idea how long you had left. one last night of fun.

you realised you only had a couple hours to get ready without your parents suspecting anything. they’d murder you themselves if they caught wind of you sneaking out, especially with a serial killer on the loose. dinner was always served, courtesy of the in-house chef your mother hired because she was too busy at the country club sipping martini after martini, at seven thirty sharp. you’d have to split the process, showering and shaving and whatnot before, passing it off as a simple self-care night. after the usual silent meal with your parents, you’d be able to sort out your hair and make-up.

you always loved the getting ready process, finding it to be more fun than the actual night itself, with the anticipation of what could happen far more exciting than the reality of the events. each time was like a well-practiced ritual, always running a hot bath sofia coppola style and soaking up whatever bath soak you’d selected, face coated in a face mask and cucumbers placed over your eyes. you’d lie there with a playlist serving as ambience, or perhaps if you were feeling particularly motivated, an audiobook or podcast. your boyfriend always found it funny, coming over to yours only to find you lying in silence as jane eyre was read to you. ex-boyfriend, you needed to get used to that. tonight was the night to forget, to escape the past that had been haunting you each day, even if it was only a temporary fix.

things were going smoothly, no accidental slips of tonight’s plans, eating your salmon in silence after the brief small-talk was over. your mother reading a magazine on whatever trend she’d been obsessed with. last month was water aerobics, then bonzai trees, and the most recent— spirituality. your father’s eyes always glued to his phone, responding to one work email after another. tonight, however, he decided to acknowledge the others at the table, eyes now fixated on the heatless curlers wrapped across the crown of your head.

“what are you wearing?” his voice cut the silence, prompting you to look up at him with your signature pout that always sweet talked your dad.

“they’re just heatless curlers, daddy”

“and why have you got those in?”

“they’re overnight ones, so the longer i wear them, the better the curl.”

the conversation ended there, your father seemingly satisfied with your explanation, whilst your mother had yet to look up from her article. the meal was over within the coming ten minutes, allowing you to rush upstairs and begin your make-up whilst planning an outfit in your head. it wasn’t a casual party, but it certainly wasn’t an occasion that would require you to dress up. a mini skirt and and top, coupled with a pair of designer kitten heels, was always your go-to for a party like this. you settled for a pink matching set, asymmetrical skirt and strappy tank top, which matched perfectly with a new pair of prada shoes you’d bought last week.

the base of your make-up didn’t take long, sticking with simple rather than your usual full-faced party look. once dressed, you took out the heatless curlers, allowing your hair to fall down and frame your face. the spritz of perfume and coat of lipgloss were the final touches before you grabbed your purse and heels and began to silently make your way to the front door, where you’d meet a friend who had offered to take you.

it was easier said than done, with your father still downstairs in his office and staff in the kitchen, but you were soon successful in your escape and easily spotted the familiar jeep parked opposite.

your heels against the pavement were all that could be heard besides the faint running of the car engine.

“hi rafe!” you beamed as you opened the car door and sat in the front, a total passenger princess as rafe always liked to remind you. “thanks for taking me tonight, i didn’t think lena’s parties were your kinda thing.” a single kiss was placed on rafe’s cheek leaving a glossy mark in its wake, your favourite gesture to show your appreciation for your best friend.

“course bunny, couldn’t let you go on your own. ‘specially with a killer after you.”

“you don’t know they’re after me rafe, it’s probably all just coincidental.” your words faded towards the end, the memories of those you had lost still fresh in your head.

“you don’t have to worry about any killer coming near you, not with me around.” a hand was placed on your thigh, a gesture not uncommon from rafe, but one never appreciated by your boyfriend. rafe said he was just insecure when you brought it up, dismissing the matter and continuing with his seemingly friendly gestures. this time, however, it inched a little higher as he continued to drive. with eyes focused on the road, rafe’s ringed hand entered new territory that left goosebumps in its wake. you tried to relax, but you couldn’t ignore the fact that rafe never would have done this had you still had a boyfriend.

after a couple minutes of silence, not awkward but not entirely comfortable either, rafe pulled into the driveway of the familiar house. music could be heard from down the street, but only now could you see the coloured spotlights lena sets up for parties, reds and purples and blues bouncing across the house as you both entered. rafe suggested you split up for the time being once you spotted your friends between the dance floor and bar, while he went off in search for topper and kelce.

hugs were shared in greeting before you were quickly given an array of shots to down, thankfully with some orange juice on the side for a chaser. you were eager to join your friends in their tipsy state, pouring four shots down your throat, unaware of how rafe watched you across the room as your face scrunched up in disgust.

a familiar song began to play as your friends dragged you into the middle of the room and temporary dance floor. it wasn’t a massive space, leaving close proximity between everyone as bodies moved against one another. you were quick to lose yourself in the music, finally forgetting your grief as your hands latched onto the nearest person, inviting them to join you. he turned slightly to face you as he adjusted your hands into a more comfortable position, and you recognised him as one of the boys in your year, remembering he was in your maths class last year, although his name had slipped your drunken mind.

throughout the night, you were blissfully unaware of rafe’s gaze always fixed on you and this random boy as you continued to dance against one another. you never noticed the glare rafe sent in your direction as you began to grind against his front in time with the music. and you definitely didn’t notice him following you both upstairs as the boy lead you to an empty room.

❦.♱ʚ♡ɞ♱❦.

breathy whimpers were all that could be heard as will, whose name you finally remembered, assaulted your neck with frantic and desperate kisses. one hand under the plush of your ass securing you against the door, the other threaded through your hair, allowing him easy access to your sweet spot. your legs were impossibly tight around his waist at the feeling, acrylic nails digging into his shoulders. you weren’t sure how long you were pinned against the door, but at some point you realised you were now being backed into the bed as will’s body hovered over yours, lips surging forward to meet in the middle.

before they could, however, a pained groan left will’s mouth as his body fell onto you. standing above you with a bloody knife held in one hand was the masked face of the killer. and he had just stabbed someone right on top of you. a shrill scream left your mouth as the knife was slammed back into will, causing more cries of pain to leave his mouth as his blood was coughed onto your top.

you were quick to push will’s dying body off of yours, struggling against the deadweight and ghostface’s attempts to keep you trapped. the struggle resulted in a small cut on your chest bone, right across the marks left by the boy lying next you, but were lucky enough to slip out of his hold and bolt towards the door. a quick look behind showed the horrifying sight of will’s body being continually violated by the knife, cries leaving his mouth with each strike. there was no way to help him, and you used this distraction to run down the landing. the first few rooms were locked, panic flooding through your veins with each blocked exist. the storage cupboard was luckily unlocked as you slipped inside silently.

you sank to the floor unable to keep standing after all you had witnessed. footsteps could be heard faintly over the music, reminding you of all the blissfully unaware party goers downstairs. no one would have heard your screams over the sheer volume that left the house shaking, though that could just be a result of your fear.

you slapped your hand across your mouth to silence your screams when you realised there was someone else in there with you. propped against one of the shelves was lena’s body, her cold and lifeless eyes staring back at you. a clear slit was on her throat, blood still flowing down from the cut. you couldn’t take your eyes off her as your hands clamped over your mouth did little to muffle your sobs. and while you were in shock at the horror in front of you, you’d forgotten all about the haunting footsteps getting closer and closer.

light quickly flooded the small cupboard, illuminating the lifeless body of your friend. you weren’t distracted when the sound of a knife slashing through the air interrupted your trance. it wasn’t an easy feat to get passed the knife-wielding masked man unscathed, yet you were back to sprinting down the landing with only a small cut on your arm.

you could barely hear the heavy footsteps behind you over the pounding of your heart, but you knew he was close behind. the only option was to go back into the same room you were in before, and hopefully you’d be able to lock it or escape through the window. you couldn’t bare to look at will’s body by the bed as you ran in, instead turning around to try and shut the door behind you. an arm was quick to stop you, slipping into the gap as he forced his body into the room.

rough hands grabbed onto you, pining yours behind your back as the other snaked around your throat and gripped tightly.

“please don’t kill me, i’m begging you” you pleaded as you gasped for breath frantically, tears flooding down your face as you choked on your sobs.

“that’s it whore, beg”

it was then you recognised the familiar voice.

“r-rafe?”

definitely going to write a part 2 fear not !! it’ll probably end up pure smut but oh well 😙

[official-linguistics-post]

do you have a favorite wizard, mg. official-linguistics-post?

if you are in the d&d inclined direction, do you have a favorite spell? and/or, if not so d&d inclined, any favorite general sort of wizardry?

there are always several wizards rotating in my mind like a gas station hot dog rotisserie, but i gotta give a shoutout to @quiddie's laerryn coramar-seelie, certified toughest wizard in existence. what a woman.

i've actually played only one session as a spellcaster (a sorcerer) but my favorite of his spells is currently mage armor because he's a tabaxi so he just. puffs up his fur.

[sirenesublime]

My life lately…

I’m feeling super grateful for everything at the moment! I recently got a position as assistant translator at a research centre, I’ll be starting next week - I’m super duper excited. I’ve also gotten to travel. I went to Berlin to do some research. I enjoyed my time there so much, I saw an old friend and met so many cool people. I was also lucky enough to go to Zurich! I feel like the luckiest lady on earth right now.

[crumblinggothicarchitecture]

“And the relative simplicity of her music works with people who just want something mindlessly play in the background. It's also really easy for average people- who have no musical background- to sing along with. The lines are simple rhymes, and she never really uses any specialized vocal techniques like Vibrato. Basically, it's music for bland people who think salt is a spice.”

Some of your takes are valid and it’s healthy to critique anything that amasses such a large following in pop culture. However I would argue there is a way to do this without coming across as a pretentious undergraduate who read a few required and recommended readings from the syllabus and now sips their tea with a pinkie protruding. Let’s remember that tumblr is not inherently full of academics and defining anyone who hasn’t got a certain level of education as average or bland is such an Americanised, my way or the highway way of thinking.

It is possible to have differing opinions to others without insulting their intelligence or falsely presenting them in a certain way. Average people as a term in general, is quite elitist and classist. For example, I have a PHD in literature and am a classical musician. I work in publishing and academia.

That said, I still enjoy pop music, sometimes something can just be enjoyable and it’s not that deep.

Criticising Taylor Swift is low hanging fruit for a lit major who claims to be allied with as many causes as yourself. Or, if you do decide to continue with it, I hope you do it in a more articulated manner that focuses more on the quality of your arguments, and not just an assumption that those who oppose you are stupid or “bland” when I suspect the truth is much more complex than that, as it always is.

Best of luck with further studies. I hope to see more diverse content from you in the future, maybe some literary analysis of contemporary texts, or other artists who you deem intellectual enough to enjoy, or some recommendations.

Honestly- I do not know with which tone I should address this anon. I cannot tell if you are being hostile- but I certainly feel that you are being condescending.  

Thanks for at least direct quoting my words with which you draw issue. I appreciate it- some people send me critiques but fail to outline which of my posts is the problem.  

I can capitulate to exactly one of your points- and admit it is a good point- that I am overly sassy on occasion. The post you are angry about is just me chitchatting with someone about Swift’s live shows- it wasn’t a literary analysis. I cannot do an academic analysis of her live shows- but that does not mean I don’t have an opinion of them.  

Again- it was opinion not argument or analysis. Not a serious post. This is not a blog where I am going to speak like an academic all of the time. I’m here to have a little fun- and try to remind myself why I actually do love what I do for a living.

Generally speaking- I will try to make a more obvious, clear difference between what is just an opinion and what is a researched, literary argument on Taylor Swift in my future posting. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.  

There are some other things about your ask that I want to address, because it struck me as a bit unnecessary.  

You say that I’m “coming across as a pretentious undergraduate who read a few required and recommended readings from the syllabus and now sips their tea with a pinkie protruding” (para. 1). This is condescending. No, I did not simply “read a few required and recommended readings” to complete my education. You say you’ve got a PHd in the same discipline- and yet you want to tell me all I did for my degree was read a couple of books? You should know the kind of intellectual work that goes into real literary study. I am trying to show people with this blog, at least in some small way, that while literary study is not so straightforwardly quantifiably valuable like, for instance, physics- it is still a real discipline. With real requirements on argumentation and logic. It takes intellectual skill to wrestle with concepts in literary theory – but more so to apply them in synthesis and interpretation of textual evidence.   

SO, why are you essentially patting my head and saying “aw-cute she read some books and now thinks she’s smart?”   

To be clear- I am not in undergrad. I have finished two different degrees and am currently working on my third.

Why would you accuse me of classism and elitism predicated solely on a bad joke in a post wherein I am not even doing any real literary analysis? What prompted that? I made no effort to even pretend the post in question was little more than opinion- my real posts however, about literary analysis, I take great pains to research and edit those together with care.  

Also, “Americanized” what? Are you American? Because people ‘round here don’t care about what level of education you’ve got? The access to education varies remarkably state to state- and down into Latin American too- and we all know it. So, there is very much a culture of “help each other out when struggling” and not a culture of thinking that everyone of Earth needs to go through American University in order to matter. What are you talking about? Do you think American’s hold the monopoly on having Dogmatic views or “my way or the highway” thinking? That’s obviously not true- so what are you trying to say here?  

Did you miss the part of my Bio where I talk about being a teacher? I am a teacher in one of the poorest- most unfunded places in the country. My friend- I am repulsed by the idea of classism- I take my position in my community very seriously. Knowledge is not a stick with which I attempt to beat others down- Please understand that.  

Next, you say it is possible to critique without insulting people’s intelligence (para. 2). um, I did not insult anyone’s intelligence? I said their taste in music was bland, which does not correlate to an assumption on their intelligence. Um- I have also said many times that I like simple pop- music. Am I calling myself stupid because I’ve been listening to “Espresso” by Sabrina Carpenter on repeat? NOpe. It’s just a silly little song- and dancing to it makes me feel cute, young and free- but it’s still a bland song with no literary or moral value. What exactly is the problem here?  

Okay, within this same point you draw issue with my use of the word average, saying that “average people, as a term...is quite elitist and classist” (para.3). Okay, you misinterpreted my use of the word “average” here- as I was not referring to people as “average” because they have no education, or a different education compared to my own. I was only using the term in the most colloquial sense- meaning “in general” or “on average” as in the median percentage of people have no musical background- therefore they find simplistic pop music the easiest to digest and the simplest thing to play in the background or sing to on car trips. It’s pleasing to the ear because we don’t have too much “work” into understanding it- that's what I mean when I say it’s bland. 

If oatmeal was a type of music- it would be pop music. bland filler- but you know it can still be good.   

Okay, let’s talk about your final point “Taylor Swift is Low Hanging Fruit” (para. Whatever I can’t be bothered to count). Ummm? A billionaire musician who has massive worldwide acclaim and social impact is “low-hanging” to you? I mean yeah- she's clearly not worth study through the lens of poetical semiotics, or God forbid- Linguistic Morphology; however, there are several different ways a good analysis of her work could function- through feminist, Marxists, Post-colonialist, or anything under the umbrella of cultural studies. I also intend to do a rhetorical analysis on her use of “lower class” aesthetics and how that attracts the audience she wants. And, I’ve done a couple of syntactical analyses. However, I had to prop those up with a dichotomization of her work to someone with more impressive literary value, like Kendrick Lamar, because her work alone is not strong enough for that type of analysis.  

Apologies if I have written a return, you did not expect or want- perhaps, I should be less sensitive on the internet. I do often brush off people's condescension, especially when I notice that they are extremely young or just do not know anything at all about my field of study. Because why worry about uninformed opinions? I wanted to speak with you, however, because you do care. It is obvious, and I am glad that people do care. I admire you for caring about the integrity of the discipline- but I really wasn’t doing what you thought I was doing.  

 I admire anyone who also studies Literature, and you say you’re a classical musician, I think that’s so impressive! I love classical music! Rachmaninoff makes me feel insane! I love it! You know that one O’Hara poem? The one that is an ode to Rachmaninoff’s birthday that ends “you’ll never be mentally sober” because I feel that line in my bones. And don’t even get me started on Tchaikovsky- Truly, you might never hear the end of it. (CAnnoNS!!!!??? what a guy)

 I just wanted to clear up anything that you found offensive- but I also defended myself because you do know what I’m talking about when it comes to literary study- and so the conversation took priority over the other meaningless “hate” messages I get. And- boy howdy- I've been getting hate messages pretty much daily. 

Promise to no longer be condescending to me and I think we ought to be friends and not fight- let me start- what did you concentrate on for your PHd? 

 I, myself, focus on post-colonialism, feminist theory, and post-modernist thought in American Literature. I work mainly within US Multi-ethnic literature, though, outside of school, I have an intense fascination with medieval or ancient Literature- primarily, these days, classical Sanskrit poetry. Last year it was an obsession with old Norse literature- lol I like to switch things up. Have you ever read the Heliand? It’s about Viking Jesus- so cool and written in old Saxon! But, anyway, I think the unique prosody of Sanskrit is so neat-o. My other obsession is this one old french poem called "le roman de silence" what a crazy little gender-bending 13th century thing that is (haha). And this doesn't even get into my philosophical preoccupations- though I believe I will discuss those on my blog, too, at some point.

Anyway- perhaps I will talk about my more niche interests on this blog- all good things in time. I have no interest in solely focusing on Taylor Swift forever- but I do want to finish saying all the things I’ve been holding back for years. I think it’s important- because Swift holds such a massive influence over people. It’s healthy, as you said, to critique people like that.  

Okay- Sorry I talked soo long. Peace Out :)

[littlemizzlinguistics]

It’s very kind of people I speak other languages with to assume that my slow comprehension and endless requests for repetition are as a result of us not speaking my first language, when in reality, my auditory processing is just complete shit.

[bohedoupe]

Moraváci versus Češi, když se řeší slova Zavazet x Překážet: "Fight me, bitch."

Aneb dnešní seminář morfologie.

[frenchiepal]

29.1.23 ☀️ MAXIMUM PRODUCTIVITY with a couple of stressed med students

[slavic-roots-western-mind]

The directional "下/上/出/去/来" puzzle guide

I for one still confuse the usage of 出来 and 出去 and other similar structures so here's a guide to slightly depuzzle this puzzle.

上去 (Shàngqù): To go up and away from the speaker

下去 (Xiàqù): To go down and away from the speaker

出去 (Chūqù): To go out and away from the speaker

出来 (Chūlái): To go out and towards the speaker

上来 (Shànglái): To go up and towards the speaker

下来 (Xiàlái): To go down and towards the speaker

过来 (Guòlái): To ask someone to come over to the speaker

过去 (Guòqù): This one is tricky as it can have a few meanings so here are some random examples.

Movement away from the speaker e.g. 我来这家公司工作已经过去五年了= I have been working in this company for the past five years

Movement in time during the past e.g. 过去的年份里，公园里有很多树和花= In the past years, there were many trees and flowers in the park

Here's an illustration I made (it's been a while lol) to make it less (?) confusing：

[waitineedaname]

I packed myself lunch for school today and I feel like such a six year old. Like omg yay I have my pb&j and my goldfish and my applesauce, I can't wait to go to class and learn about word sounds!