All three major Scrabble dictionaries accept ich and ichs. Given the ck pronunciation, that's the expected plural.
The capitalized word Ich is a noun. All common nouns are capitalized in German, so Freud coined the noun by capitalizing the pronoun. Obviously, that wouldn't work very well in English, so instead we use the Latin pronoun as a noun: das Ich is `the ego.' Our superego is a calque (in Latin, of course) of Freud's Überich. For his Es (nominalized `it,' naturally also of neuter gender), we use id.
A German electronic music group formed in 1989 and dubbed itself ``Das Ich.'' Their music seems to involve a lot of body paint. Fronted by Stefan Ackermann (voices -- probably there's a good reason why this isn't ``vocals'' -- and lyrics) and Bruno Kramm (instruments and music -- probably there's a good reason why this isn't ``melody''), the group is regarded as one of the prominent founders of and contributors to ``Neue Deutsche Todeskunst'' (`New German Art of Death') a musical movement of the early 1990's.
The official newsletter is called Oxygen. I see that ahead of the Barcelona meeting, the title is given as Oxigeno, which I have a guess is Catalan for `oxygen.' (If it were Spanish, it would need an accent on the i.)
The quote is from Duncan McIlroy's introductory chapter of the book The Application of Ichnology to Palaeoenvironmental and Stratigraphic Analysis, of which he was editor. Remember that when you need a word with four consecutive vowels. It was Geological Society Special Publication 228, issued in 2004.
A lot of dictionaries give an older and more restrictive definition along the lines of ``the branch of paleontology which treats of fossil footprints'' (that's not a direct quote but a representative mash-up). This happens to be truer to the sense of the Greek ikhnos, `footprint.' The earliest instance of the word cited by the OED is from 1851.
Ichnologists distinguish ordinary animal fossils from the ones they study (``trace fossils'') by the retronym ``body fossils.''
``Rights & Democracy receives the majority of its funding from Canada's Overseas [officially International] Development Assistance [CIDA] Budget through the Department of Foreign Affairs and International Trade.'' (A pittance, actually: a bit over CAD 5 million in the 2000-1 and 2001-2 fiscal years. Still, it's ``on the International Labour Organization's [ILO's] Special List of NGOs.'' How'd they swing that?
The circular announcing the 22nd ICHS (ICHS05, in Beijing July 24-30, 2005) uses the English acronyms ICHS and IUHPS/DHS in the French- and Chinese-language sections as well.
They have a fairly forthright, yet still amusingly defensive, set of web pages.
I see LC.
The 1998 meeting began on Roman Polanski's sixty-fifth birthday in Berlin, and ended in the same city, on the seventy-sixth anniversary of the day ``Tarzan of the Apes'' was published.
As these examples indicate, mathematics is not the irrelevant subject many believe it to be.
The ICN is a federation of national nurses' associations. As such, its members are often grammatically female, because in Indo-European languages, abstractions typically are. When the ICN was founded in 1899, it was the first international organization for health care professionals. Its charter members were the national organizations of Germany (DBfK), the UK, and the US (see ANA). The current UK member of the ICN is the Royal College of Nursing (RCN), but that was not founded until 1916. Perhaps the original UK member of the ICN was the British Nurses' Association (now the RBNA), founded in 1887.
You know, in late 1998 the US proposed to give Russia up to a billion dollars' worth of emergency food aid. It took six months before that program could get under way, largely on account of Russian suspicions of US intentions. Apparently one of the concerns was that this was just a sneaky way for the US to support its own farmers. As far as I know, we never offered to ship them grain confiscated from farmers without compensation. (Must be on account of one of those pesky Constitutional rules.)
Interviewed at the 2003 meeting in upstate New York, Nelson Hoffman of the Vermont Transportation Agency explained that putting up fences helped his state preserve its waning frog population: ``It's making sure frogs are fat and not flat.'' Sounds like he took a page from the Jesse Jackson book of rhetoric. It's not easy being green; join the rainbow coalition.
According to Bill Ruediger, of the USDA Forest Service, ``over 200 people a year in the United States are killed hitting or trying to avoid hitting large animals.''
Article 1 of Title I of the ICOHTEC statutes declares emphatically:
ICP's sound is rap edging in the direction of rock, with melodies from the more advanced grade-school levels. The language is Detroit inner-city. (You know, like around Wayne State University.) The lyrics are poser violence with high school references. Members of the cult (viz. Juggalos and Lettes) actively seek each other out to hook up and sometimes even marry. Doesn't it occur to them that by the time they're a few years out of high school, this music will mean nothing to them? Eh.
The author of this entry took this quiz and earned a rating of ``TruE JuGGaLo/LettE ~ you know your icp shit. congratz. mmfcl'' on the first try. He also earned ``Bi Sexual-you like both men and women. you get the best of both worlds.'' on the ``Are you gay, strait or bi? ...Girls Only... (UPDATED...WITH PIX)'' quiz, but the pix were a let-down. This clown needs to get a life.
I've got such a headache!
Try trepanation for relief.
Oh. Am I embarrassed: turns out ICQ is a rebus for ``I seek you.'' It's chat software.
PowWow seems to be chat software too, but they pitch it as ``instant messaging and online community software.'' Yeah, whatever. Why all the obscurantism?
The official language of the conference is English (or inglés, which is similar), and the conference title is not translated (at least, the conference website's Spanish-language pages only give the title in English). I guess the plural ``energies'' in the title was intentional and not accidental, since it's not conventional for this context (in Spanish any more than in English). I have often seen the title rendered with the singular ``energy'' -- even in official correspondence -- but it seems unlikely that that could be the official title and that somehow the plural could arise accidentally on the main web page and other official material.
The topics of interest include the following energy sources: ``Wind Energy, Small Hydro Energy, Solar Energy, Photovoltaic Energy, Ocean Energy, Geothermal, Biomass,...'' (ellipsis in original). I find the list more charming as it is given in Spanish: ``eólica, minihidráulica, solar, fotovoltaica, mareomotriz, biomasa,...'' (These lists come from inequivalent pages -- i.e., one page is not a translation of the other -- so the omission of geothermal energy in the Spanish list probably just reflects its relative unimportance in this conference.)
It used to bother me, in principle, that these are called ``renewable'' energy sources, since when the sun eventually burns out, that's it -- it's all over. Then I realized that it's not called ``infinitely renewable'' or even ``indefinitely renewable.'' Of course, petroleum is renewable in the same sense; I prove it every time I refill my tank.
The original ICT was a biennial conference organized by K. Rao and held in Arlington, Texas, from 1976 to 1988. In 1989 it was held in Nancy, France, and it has bopped around in the usual international-conference manner since then. In 2012, the ICT was part of a joint ICT/ECT conference in Aalborg, Denmark (ECT is the European conference). This was deemed a success, and the 2015 meeting, again in Aalborg, will again be an ICT/ECT. A complete list of ICT's, past and planned, is served at the ITS website.
The 26th (in Jeju, Korea, June 3-5; organized by the KTS; 25 sessions and 222 papers) was typically and officially abbreviated as ICT 2007 and ICT '07. It was co-sponsored by the IEEE (I don't have to expand that) and CPMT (aw, come on, guess). Proceedings of ICT '96 through ICT '07, with the exception of ICT 2000 and ICT 2004, are available from the IEEE. Subsequent proceedings have been published as special issues of the Journal of Electronic Materials.
The term that ICU expands has been translated into Spanish as ``unidad de cuidados intensivos.'' It's a bothersome translation. The cognates are close enough translations, but cuidados for care presents interesting ambiguities. The verb cuidar means `take care of,' but cuidado normally means `wariness, carefulness.' Of course, cuidado can also refer to the person taken care of.
You see me. We both see too easily. Too easily to let it... Oh wait, wrong song. Or wrong word. Wrong something. I got it: ``the wrong word in the wrong song at the wrong time in the wrong place.'' I'm so impressively apothegmatic that I deserve to be your president. If this stuff interests you, and since the men in white coats won't be here for a while yet, and since you already recognized the John Kerry allusion, you should now meditate on Dr. John's ``Right Place, Wrong Time'' (1973).
(Incidentally, Dr. John's hit was written by Allen Toussaint. As Hurricane Katrina approached New Orleans in August 2005, about 25 thousand locals who didn't evacuate the city decided that the Superdome would be the right place to be, although the Saints' home opener wasn't for another week. Toussaint was there then.)
Dr. Johnson had a remark that was very much to the point, and fortunately Boswell was there to record it (Tour of the Hebrides, 5 October 1773):
``Established in 1992, [ICUC] is an autonomous, nonprofit, scientific research and training center. The Center addresses ways of increasing the use of underutilized crops for food, medicinal and industrial products, and also for environmental conservation. It provides expertise and acts as a collaborative institute for tropical, sub-tropical and temperate crop development. [And not subarctic? Where does that leave Minnesota, eh?] The ICUC operates through regional offices and works in close collaboration with national partners for sustainable technology development for products and marketing of underutilized crops.'' As centres go, this one doesn't sound very centric. They can't even seem to decide whether to spell it centererer or centrerere. But they have a headquarters, which I suppose is the center of the centre or something; in 2005, ICUC's headquarters relocated from the UK to Sri Lanka. This seems to be a popular itinerary for quixotic idealists, if Arthur Clarke is one. ICUC is now co-located with and hosted by IWMI at the latter's headquarters in Colombo, Sri Lanka. They got a broom closet with a special plaque. Okay, that's just a guess. ICUC and IWMI issued a joint statement in June 2005, announcing the move effective April 2005. This must have come as a shock to commuters in May.
The ICUC's idea of an underutilized crop seems to be mostly the sort I've been buying for 30 years in Oriental food stores from New York to San Francisco (but if you were stuck in Norman, Oklahoma, you'd have to drive all the way to Oklahoma City for this stuff). ICUC mentions taro, but oddly only in connection with New Zealand and Japan, as if it were not a major food crop in Africa. In Africa, the cucumber is widely used as a symbolic ``victim'' or sacrificial offering in traditional rituals. You were probably wondering what the point was of dressing the cucumber if you were only going to throw it out. (Yes, yes, taro is a larger part of traditional Polynesian diets, and common in Asia.)
Somehow connected with the Natural History Museum in London.
The Villanova University Law School provides some links to state government web sites for Idaho. USACityLink.com has a page with a few city and town links for the state.
Idaho is a community property state.
In the 1998 elections, colorful arch-conservative Helen Chenoweth won re-election to the US House despite admitting an adulterous affair with a former business partner. The same day, controversial Republican State Schools Superintendent Anne Fox lost her bid for re-election, but at the GOP election-night party, campaign supporter Mel Clarkson proposed marriage. She accepted.
And they say Virginia is for lovers.
In 1999, Chenoweth married her second husband, Wayne Hage -- a rancher at the center of Nevada's ``Sagebrush Rebellion.'' She retired from Congress at the end of 2000s, having served a self-imposed three-term limit. Hage died in June 2006 at the age of 69. On October 2, 2006, 68-year-old Helen Chenoweth-Hage was riding in a car driven by her daughter-in-law Yelena Hage, near Tonopah, Nev. She was holding Hage's 5-month-old son Bryan and not wearing a seat belt. There was a crash, and the two were thrown from the car. She was pronounced dead at the scene, but Bryan escaped with only minor injuries.
I don't know what the situation is now or had been before, but in the early 1960's, in Argentina, the national police issued the national personal photo-ID cards. The most prominent words on the card were ``Policía Nacional,'' and non-Argentines easily mistook it for the photo-ID of a member of the Argentine national police. In my case, however, the baby picture often gave it away.
When we went to get my passport, I guess we didn't bribe anyone, or enough. My mother and I stood in line for hours. After we finally reached the desk, and I did the fingerprint piano exercise, the little boy that I was found he had a sticky, inky hand, so he wiped it on the nearest cloth object, which happened to be the burrocrat's clean white shirt. When I think about it now, I wonder that my passport ever got processed.
Many years later, when I was stopped by plainclothesmen in Florence, I took the opportunity to get a good look at what a real police ID looked like.
They were looking for someone who had participated in a bank robbery in Naples. I have never been to Naples. When I was stopped in Florence, I already had never been to Naples. A fortiori, I had never participated in a bank robbery -- in Naples. The plainclothesmen realized that I was a stupid American without the wit to rob a bank, so I walked.
When the carabinieri stopped me in Rome, they weren't looking for anyone in particular. They just wanted to examine ID's. Stands to reason.
I didn't go to Naples.
Naples is famous for pizza, even though everyone knows that the best pizza is made in the US. Last summer, some people who don't have enough real worries of their own came to the US from Italy. They called themselves the Neapolitan Police, and they pronounced themselves dissatisfied with American pizza [ftnt. 13]. I don't think they even visited Chicago. Outrage turned to scorn when it was revealed that these ``Neapolitans'' were from Milan.
To put the matter as generously as possible, Milan is not famous for pizza. The truth is, they haven't even evolved the enzymes necessary to digest tomato yet. Milan is famous for judges. When there began to be a backlash against the Milan judges during the summer of 1995, I was pleased.
Of course, the Italian people are not lashing back at the Milan judges because they are offended at the slander of American pizza. Those Milan pizza judges were faux judges, judges manqués. They were trying to pass themselves off as Naples police, but Naples police have no legal authority in the US, even with impressive-looking Argentine ID. Nothing special against Italians, but taking a trans-Atlantic flight to pick up a pepperoni pizza is not considered ``hot pursuit.''
No, the Italian people are concerned because of an imbalance between the parliamentary side of government and the judicial side. In normal times, a politician first serves a number of years in parliament, and then a few years in an institution of the judicial establishment. A responsible politician in good health used to have a chance to be in and out of several coalition governments before being formally charged. Now, however, the time between holding office and facing prosecution is decreasing. Some politicians, for whom political office reportedly represents the only source of personal wealth, don't get enough time in office to steal an adequate legal defense fund.
It is a stunning turnabout: Put simply, the Italian people, who for years had more governments than anyone else in the world, now face the possibility of a shortage. They're already cutting back on elections. In contrast, Iraq just had an election even though they only had one candidate. Soon the only candidates in Italy will be those too stupid or fanatical to rob a bank in Naples, or too smart and dangerous to get caught.
Last Friday the thirteenth, October 1995, a judge in Milan announced that recent PM Silvio Berlusconi would stand trial on bribery charges. I can't say for certain whether he's guilty or innocent, but I do know this: he didn't bribe anyone, or enough.
It is the end: Ciao, Fini.
Flash! 21 April 1996: The Olive Tree wins! Eurocommunists finally get to learn all the precious secrets NATO had entrusted to 53 safe Italian governments over the last 48 years or so! Yet Italy is also back on track to status quo ante: less than two years since previous elections!
If, despite these portents, you nevertheless decide to visit Naples, visit the Campanian Society entry first. Oh, here's something: in the August 1997 issue of The Atlantic Monthly (they pay me extra to italicize the definite article), a travel feature, ``Napoli Ever After'' gets the following brief in the TOC:
Even people who have never visited Naples can list reasons (the grime, the crime) not to go. Those reasons no longer pertain.Thanks anyway, I'll visit New York.
Mmm, here's some old news from Italy. Back in 52 (I mean 52 BCE), Rome was in the grip of mob warfare. After the senate building was burned down, the senate passed an unprecedented law making Pompey, a former general, the single consul. Among other things, or inter alia, as they might say, Pompey made a law that after any consul or praetor's one-year term of office, five years had to elapse before he could become a governor. The reasoning was that this would allow sufficient time for prosecution of any crimes he committed in the first office before he assumed the second.
Some years earlier, Gaius Verres had, um, served as governor of Sicily. His one-year tenure was extended twice. He liked to say (1 Verr. 40) that he'd be able to keep the first year's profit for himself, pay his patrons (who wangled him the post) and attorneys with the profits of the second year, and have all the third (and most lucrative) year's profit available for [bribing] the jury. Maybe he should have tried a different approach. He was convicted in 70 BCE, thanks to Cicero's great prosecutorial performance. That chick pea was an unbearably principled fellow.
The movie ``The Year of Living Dangerously'' (1982) depicts Suharto's murderous rise to power in the 1960's. Mr. Suharto banned the film in Indonesia. He stepped down after major rioting in 1998, when the Asian economic crisis took its show to Indonesia. Mr. Suharto's successor, Abdurrahman Wahid, appointed a new national board of censors which decided that this movie did not have too much sex or violence, and which claimed it does not consider politics (although some of the censors recommended the blurring of slogans on some communist banners in the film, as well a female breast). Their decision came in time by a few hours for the movie's scheduled first public screening, the evening of Nov. 8, 2000, at the Jakarta International Film Festival. It was shown uncut (and I imagine, especially given the time constraints, unblurred as well).
Indonesia's new-business climate was ranked in a FORTUNE Small Business article in 2007 (Who in the world is entrepreneurial? by Geoff Lewis, published by CNN Money). The rankings compared 53 countries, and Indonesia was ranked 53rd -- least entrepreneurial. (The ranking was based on a simple metric that gave ``equal weighting'' -- it wasn't really clear what that meant -- to the 2007 data on measures from two annual reports. One was the World Bank's ``Doing Business'' report, which separately gauges the difficulty of starting and of operating a business in each of 175 nations. The other was from the Global Entrepreneurship Monitor (GEM), an annual study produced by Babson College and the London Business School. The particular measure from GEM was national rates of ``high-expectation entrepreneurship'' (by individuals who can get good jobs but become entrepreneurs because they see a chance to build substantial companies). Yes, I imagine this is hard to estimate accurately.
Of course, writers in English have from time to time independently used it (I mean it) as a noun, signaling the use by a determiner or adjective. There are also endless instances of ``an it,'' but here an is almost always the synonym of if, rather than the article. (You know -- ``an it please your worships,'' scrape, scrape.) Searching for ``the it'' in prose on the LION database, I find that all the modern instances either are instances of anacoluthon or really just mean ``the word it.'' I'm very happy about this, because if I don't find more occasions to use it, I'll never remember it (I mean the word anacoluthon, of course). A word pair that looks like ``the it'' occurs frequently in Old and Middle English, but the the is normally the word we now spell thee.
But poetry comes to the rescue. For example, A.R. Ammons published a poem in 1993 that mentions ``the it'' a number of times. He explains that `` `the it' is the indifference of all the differences.'' That sounds, encouragingly, somewhat -- let's say ``indifferently'' -- mathematical. In mathematics, terms are defined once. Everything else you can say about the thing defined, generally, either follows from the definition or is equivalent to the definition, if you've done your definition right. But Ammons also says that it (the it) is the finest issue of energy in which boulders and dead stars float. He says other things. The poem is called ``Garbage,'' and as the first lines make clear, the poem is self-referential (not to say self-obsessed).
James Broughton made good use of capitalization in ``Here's to It (A Metaphysical Drinking Song).'' His ``the It,'' also suffers from excessive definition, but at least the definitions rhyme. (E.g., ``It's a metaphysical hunting kit.'') The poem was apparently written in 1968. W.N. Herbert mentioned ``the it-iness'' of cities. Shouldn't that be ``it-ness''? It certainly makes better rhymes. Karl Jay Shapiro mentioned ``the it-ness'' of trees. Haven't any of these guys heard of the cooties?
When an IDA in NY takes title to a property as part of a project (exempting that property from property tax), the project developer and the IDA usually enter into a PILOT agreement under which the developer pays the IDA for basic services. (I don't know how or if that revenue stream eventually makes it into the police and fire budgets, which are the usual basic services named.) The developer also pays the special district taxes.
Prof. S. Chakravarty, of the Computer Science Department at UB, is coauthor of a book on IDDQ testing.
The IDE standard was based on a 16-bit bus (the IBM PC's ISA, originally); each drive with a built-in controller. It was largely replaced by Enhanced IDE (EIDE, q.v.), which is obsolete.
It's sponsored by Soros's OSI and its over two dozen member nations are basically all the former Warsaw Pact countries and their fragments (and Haiti). It's a fine do-gooder idea, and they even have a ``Karl Popper debate format'' -- ``a three-person format developed specifically for this program to encourage teamwork and cooperation.'' (Famous people should have the sense to trademark their names so this kind of thing doesn't happen to them after they're dead. Hmmm, seems back in 1999 or so Pablo Picasso's last surviving son licensed the family name to Citroën for some van, and Marina Picasso, one of the artist's granddaughters, sought a permanent injunction against the licencing. I'll have to look into how that turned out.)
I imagine it won't do much harm, and if Soros wants to spend his money on these games, well, it's his money (now). But logical thinking is not the problem. These nations regularly produce ten-year-old grand masters who whup our ass in chess, okay? And formal rhetorical skills are not exactly hallmarks of the leadership cadres of the triumphant democratic West, either.
The problem of contending religions has only ever been humanely solved by tolerance, and tolerance is not logical, and not clearly defensible on principles, unless the principles are cooked in advance. Tolerance is merely peaceable and reasonable. On perfectly sound principles, it may be irrational. In that case, sound leadership requires noble hypocrisy and fluent dissembling.
Making a successful civil polity is a bit like making wine. It requires many small ingredients, as Soros understands, and balance which no one can impose, and it is not easily accelerated. A complete list of necessary ingredients would be long indeed, but I would name three that are in obvious short supply in the many countries that have free speech, free elections, an independent judiciary, and long-term ``instability.''
Oh, yeah -- that-all is opinion, my idea.
The word idem is normally used in English scholarly texts to compress and make obscure a sequence of citations in successive footnotes or endnotes, and it is conventionally understood to mean `the same as the source immediately preceding, where source is understood as being specified up to the part -- typically a page number or page range -- that is indicated to be different here.' This is normally described as ``the same as above.'' Things are confusing enough as it is. If it could also mean ``the same as below,'' you might combine it with op. cit. to make a formidable illogic puzzle. Idem is often abbreviated id.
In Spanish, the word is used more widely in ordinary speech. Spelled ídem, it can mean `the same.' That's the same as lo mismo, but not exactly the same as el mismo or la misma, which are better translated as `the same one' (male and female forms, resp.). There are even colloquial phrases like ``ídem de ídem'' (a slightly mock-serious phrase, so it seems to me, meaning `just what was said before').
``Serving to promote the technological, manufacturing, marketing and business progress of the disk drive manufacturing industry.''
this is the kind of rhetorical question that you can easily work into an ordinary, if somewhat belligerent, conversation.
``The glory of creation is in its infinite diversity.''If they say so, I guess.
``And in the way our differences combine to create meaning and beauty.''
-- Dr. Miranda Jones and Mr. Spock, ``Is There in Truth No Beauty?,'' stardate 5630.8
The IDIC has become a very special symbol (and lifestyle) to Star Trek fans. Designed by the late Star Trek creator, Gene Roddenberry, the IDIC symbol was worn by Mr. Spock in TOS episode, ``Is There in Truth No Beauty?'' Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations represents a Vulcan belief that beauty, growth, progress--all result from the union of the unlike. Concord, as much as discord, requires the presence of at least two different notes. The brotherhood of man is an ideal based on learning to delight in our essential differences, as well as learning to recognize our similarities. The IDIC symbol is a union of a plain circle and triangle, uniting to produce the beautiful gemstone in the middle. The circle represents infinite, nature, woman, etc; the triangle can represent the finite, art, man, etc.
IDIC remains the simplest, purest, most powerful idea in Star Trek, an idea that has clear implications for our own times.
The ``first interracial kiss'' (or perhaps the first black-white) on TV took place on Star Trek. Somewhere on the web, once, I read a recollection by George Takei (``Sulu'') of the the humility with which GR offered him what was rare in that day and still today: a role played by someone who simply happened to be Asian. Many (and to some degree all) of the episodes were morality plays about tolerance. Originally, the `emotionless' `logical' Spock character was supposed to be a woman, but there was too much resistance. Mr. Spock was, however, the child of a mixed marriage (human-Vulcan). ``Human'' is one of those old-fashioned words they used on Star Trek. It meant `terran.' Looks like Mr. Spock took after his dad. [But in this picture he is holding his hand as if giving a Jewish priestly (kohen) benediction. And he needs a shave.]
If it seems quaint or petty that an interracial kiss on TV was once a big deal, then it may be that you can thank Roddenberry for some of your effortless sophistication. The real heroism of Star Trek was his social daring, taking altruistic risks in a market governed by almighty ratings. If only more directors would make movies and TV shows that honored their progressive beliefs rather than pandering to popular tastes, the world would be a better place -- because people would get off the couch and do something. Hmmm... make that ``honored their progressive beliefs and didn't pander to popular tastes.'' I think the other experiment has already been done.
(Speaking of altruism... that interracial kiss was originally scripted to involve Uhura and some other character, but when Shatner learned about it he lobbied to be the guy in the scene.)
I looked because of Der Streit der Fakultäten, Kant's most accessible and by far most amusing book (and his last, not counting posthumous stuff and stuff published for him by others during his last sickness). A fair translation of the title in context would be The Conflict of the [Academic] Disciplines. Somewhere in the three essays this book comprises (essays staking where the Philosophy Department's turf meets those of the Theology, Medicine, and Law Departments), he paraphrases some other discipline's protest as ``Sie heissen uns Idioten!'' [`You call us idiots!'] Presumably he meant that in the original sense. That's the trouble with learning too much: it makes your writing harder to understand.
The book is celebrated by Kantophiles as a heroic stand for freedom of speech in the academic context -- i.e., ``academic freedom.'' It does make a limited plea for freedom, but that is sadly modest, a reminder of the absolute monarchy under which it was written and eventually allowed (by one censor) to be published. This in 1798.
A ``nonce word'' is an invented word (like philosophunculist) with a sense that is obvious (from the putative etymology, say). The term ``nonce word'' does not cover the idiosyncratic, possibly idiolectical use of an ordinary word in an unusual but (by some) understandable sense. Perhaps we can say instead that Kant's Idiot is a nonce sense.
I plan to return to this entry at some point in time, and add some information.
Newsgroup and listserv usage.
Well if you don't know, I can't help you. I mean, what are you saying here? Could you be more specific? Your paratactics are getting on my nerves. Scram!
If you take a good look at the Milky Way (I won't say a good close look) from someplace within it but toward the edge (from earth, say), you'll notice that the very middle is not as bright as the edges. That's because of all the IDP.
A book described at the manual transmission entry contains this exchange:
How far is it to Fairfax?
Does this road go to Fairfax?
Say, you don't know much, do you?
Nope ... but I ain't lost.
I once lived in Fairfax County, Virginia, but what this reminds me of is an experience I had biking in rural France.
I was on a language-related mission: I biked to the town of Condom to buy condoms, just so I could say I had done so. (I have done so.) You cannot imagine my chagrin, when after 25 km that I recall to have been all uphill, I whipped out my pocket dictionary and did not find this word. A protective amnesia has settled over the period when I learned the necessary vocable (preservatif). I do recall that it involved pantomime.
On the way back, after I got lost, I received directions in sign language. For example:
I also encountered nasty little bicycle-chasing dogs, and also ruminants. The ruminants did not give very energetic chase, but they acted like they had never seen a bicycle before. Many of them trotted up to their fences to get a better look. French cows seem to be a different breed than American cows -- either more nearsighted, or more intellectually active (or both, conforming to stereotype as well as recent research on humans). The fences looked too flimsy to detain any seriously intrigued bovine. This concern became more acute over the last dozen km, which I had to walk on account of a flat tire, pushing the borrowed old cast-iron three-speed beside me, in the rain, in the dark (all uphill again!).
Because the road was narrow and I had no lights, after it got dark (I got back to Chateau de Bonas long after dinner) I would push over to the side of the road whenever I heard a car coming. Sometimes the car was one of those Peugeot Rattletrappes (I think Rattletrap is French for a `three-cylinder, two-stroke, zero-muffler engine,' but maybe it means `corrugated-tin roof resonator.') These were so loud and slow that I usually spent five minutes waiting for them to appear. For another Peugeot achievement in technologie hybride (that'd be moto/automobile-merdiquée hybrids), see the differential entry.
Back in the 40's or 50's, Vance Packard wrote an interesting popular report on studies of animal intelligence, issued under a couple of titles, one of which was Animal IQ. I understand that why dogs bark is an open and active research question. Presumably, why cows low is similarly unknown, but I suspect that they lack the intelligence to engage in very interesting communication. For evidence, read about ``hardware disease'' at the cow magnet entry. (Reports from England in 2006, however, assert the existence of distinguishable local ``accents'' in cow mooing, including something identified as a ``Somerset drawl.'')
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