[Most Recent Entries]
Below are the 13 most recent journal entries recorded in
|Saturday, March 18th, 2006|
Labial | Dental | Palatal | Velar | Labial-Velar | Uvular | Labial-Uvular
| p p' b | t t' d | | k k' g | k_w k_w' | q q' G\* | q_w q_w'|
| m | n | J | N | | N\* | |
| | 4 l | L | | | | |
| f | s | S | x | x_w | X R* | X_w |
| | | j | | w | | |
i u *
Notes: Voiced uvulars [G\, N\, R] are allophones of /G\/. [N\] is intervocal; [R] is before /a/; [G\] in all other positions.
Vowels contrast in length, nasality, pitch (high, mid, and low), and phonation (murmured, modal, and creaky).
|Monday, October 31st, 2005|
|Trois Mouvements perpetuels
I've started a new piano piece. It's the first (of three) Mouvement perpetuel by Poulenc. It's so fun to play! The left hand has the same phrase throughout the entire piece, and the right hand does these awesome leaps. My piano teacher was so amazed I could reach that far (octave and a third, IIRC)... Current Mood: pumped
|Saturday, October 22nd, 2005|
Yeah, I went to district competition today. Got 7th chair. Georgetown Middle School's ghetto. God, the gym must've been like, 40 degrees. Every other clarinet sucked. Seriously, there were only, like, two other people that were really outanding. I would've made a better chair if it wasn't for the fucking AIR CONDITIONER!!!
Yeah, 61 people, four scales, three etudes, 40 degrees, FIVE FUCKING HOURS of sitting and waiting for my turn, and a retarded CS Lewis book equals a horrible morning. Current Mood: cranky
|Friday, September 30th, 2005|
God, my "projects" change too often and too quickly. By "projects" I mean "pseudo-conlangs". By "pseudo" I mean to say I'm too lazy to come up with my own grammar or vocabulary so I just rape English. >.>"
Whatever. At any rate, they make good codes.
So, just Monday I came up with an Irish-influenced version of English. I might post something about it sometime. And just today, I redid this Chinese-inspired non-spoken logography/ideography/whatever I started on last year.
At least it's pretty .-. Current Mood: aggravated
|Saturday, September 17th, 2005|
|Tallness is not always fun...
I have the best sister in the world. Just had to say that.
In two hours and fifty minutes, it'll be sunday. Blekh. I don't really like sundays... They're so boring. I might see the Wahrmunds tommorow, though. They're always fun. I'm glad there's some one taller than me... lol.
Seriously, I must be taller than every other student in the school... AFAIK, there're only, like, two people that come close to me. It's not very fun if the only person you see regularly who's taller than yourself is your retarted history teacher.
I'm even taller than my sister, which is odd, because I've always looked up to her, litterally and figuratively. W/E. That's what I get for going through puberty, I guess.
Oh, and I'm not even finished growing yet... >.>" Current Mood: tall
|Friday, September 16th, 2005|
|Time to vent...
Yeah, so if you didn't know, I'm in the 8th grade. Which is strange, seeing as I've had a A+ average for the last two years >.>"
Anywho, My GOD! Other 8th graders (and middle schoolers, I guess) are so... uh... not "me" >.> All the girls are pathetic. They only care about their cell phone, their boyfriend, their friend's cell phone, and their friend's boyfriend. Boys are retarted. The only thing on their minds is, to be blunt, fucking. Fucking and occasionally video games.
In my algebra class, in which I am one of only three boys, the main highlight of the two periods (block schedule) is football practice, which can be seen through the window.
In history class, one day we were studying Spanish explorers, one of which was Vespucci. This name was the main amusement for the day, if not the week. "Heh heh, Ves-PUSSY". Another common expression among boys is "Suck me balls/dick/genitalia".
|Tuesday, September 13th, 2005|
I'm currently making a conscript. It's an abjad that can be written three different ways: Connected, like arabic, Alphabetic (probably not the right word, but w/e), written only with each letters isolated form, and Handwriting, what most people (if there were folks that actually wrote it >.>") use: the first and last letters of a word are connected, the others are written alphabetically. I doubt that made sense... I'll get an illustration soon, hopefully.
It's still in its first draft, and it has no name. Some of the letters are enspired by arabic or syriac, others are just random. Three matres lectionis (awesome word, btw) are used: [?] for [?] and [a], [j] for [j], [i], and [e], and [w] for [w], [u], and [o]. Written left to right, though.
25 letters for:
[p] [b] [f] [v] [w]
[t] [d] [s] [z] [S] [Z] [l] [r]
[k] [g] [x] [G]
[q] [G\] [X]
I have a romanization system, but there're a couple of characters I can't type (Don't like ` and ', so I just made up two brand-spankin'-new roman charaters).
I'm unusually slow for this time o' night, so excuse any bracket/SAMPA/whatever mistakes... *goes to bed...* Current Mood: tired
|Monday, September 12th, 2005|
Dag. Hoe gaat het?
lol. I'm "learning" Dutch from this dinky Teach-Your-Self book. Pfft. Dutch orthography is righteous. Any language with the trigraph "ouw" is a winner for me.
My *god* I don't even know how to say "good bye".... >.>
|Sunday, September 11th, 2005|
Yay! I finally have a new userpick. I got tired of that stupid cactus...
So, yeah, she's Aygul Ulkenbaeva, a Kazakh dombra player. She plays this awesome song on one of the Silk Road CDs called "Balbyraun". I scanned it directly from the booklet that came with the CD, thus the somewhat annoying pointillism. Photo tooked by Cloe Drieu. Current Mood: happy
|Tuesday, June 7th, 2005|
Yesterday I had a filling in one of my molars. The most annoying part was the anesthesia which numbed half my mouth for a couple of hours. Not very fun.
|Friday, May 27th, 2005|
Yay! School is finally out! There are certain teachers that will remain nameless that I didn't care for, and will be glad to leave behind, but others I will certainly miss.
Right now I'm listening to the Beatles at the computer. I thought I'd throw that in for some reason...
|Sunday, May 15th, 2005|
Okay, hopefully I will actually write stuff about my daily life. So, yes... Okay, last week was my piano recital. Once again I was stuck with aaaaaall my piano teacher's other pupils, all of whom are about five and play such rediculously yawn-able songs as "The Macaroni Cha-Cha" or "Elly the Elephant". I was the last preformer and I played the two Bartok pieces I've been working on.
This whole week I've been ill with a nasty cold and I'm somewhat behind in my school work. Only in math, though, and that's because I have a nazi algebra teacher. What ever. I could complain more, but I don't feel like it.
|Monday, May 2nd, 2005|