Studying Aymara this summer has me increasingly isolated from world events. One of my classmates, upon seeing the headline that Saddam's ruthless sons were dead, remarked only that "ruth" is a bound morpheme, ie you can't be ruthful, only ruthless. Meanwhile car problems have kept me from listening to my beloved NPR; I've been doing fiction instead, certainly a way better use of my time. And when the news does catch my ear, it's usually some feature piece about the bodhron or the CIA.
On Monday, I suppose I'll discover a whole new world of the arcane at the Lilly Library in Bloomington IN, where apparently they have a 17th century Aymara vocabulary, one of the earliest known to exist, and also the 1951 foundations of an English-Aymara dictionary that still hasn't come into being. I was finally able to purchase a couple of Spanish-Aymara dictionaries though - you too can satisfy your hunger for foreign language esoterica at Schoenhof's Bookstore.
Anyway, all this is, I suppose, meant in way of an apology for not sticking to whatever promised topics are there in the box to the right. Politics and analytical argument seem to be concerning me less and less, to the point where I may have to go and change my motto. Even this post, what is it about? Truthfully, I set out to write about Dianne Feinstein and DC vouchers, but I couldn't get properly revved up. Book reviews? Salad recipes?
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