lexics

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Hey loves! 

I don’t want too forward in promoting myself, but I recently opened up my own Society6 shop and I’m really excited about it!

I’m a college student Marvel enthusiast trying to make some money without forcing myself to take a job that will put pressure on my mental health and stress levels, as other work positions have in the past. So it’d be a huge help if you could support me by taking a look at my stuff or simply just passing the information along!

I know there’s not a lot to look at at the moment, but I’m really going to push myself to improve my digital art skills and put out more content in the future. 

(Also, since I’m new to the website, I need more people to follow! Let me know if you have a shop!) 

I really want a word that means ‘want in a psychologically important way’.

I don’t like using ‘want’ for it because that has the other sense and also connotation of ‘not super important’.

And I don’t like using ‘need’ for it because that’s like terminal/critical.

I want something in between.

Like, I don’t need say someone to work through my emotions with the way I need say water. But I also want it in a considerably different way from how I want say an apple.

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A shaped word cloud for Auto-Responder. It’s sideways so it fits, obviously.

AR speaks about 8,000 words with a lexical density of 22.5%, which is higher than expected for a corpus of this size. His cursing rate is 1.15%, about 1 in 90 words, which is rather high.

His distinctive words as compared to ordinary Dirk include Dirk, Jake, DS, seems, robo, calculating, deploy, kiss, and probability.

Unshaped word cloud for AR

Dirk’s shaped word cloud

XKCD: “I just legit adverbed ‘legit’…”

I’m not sure that counts as a legit adverbing of “legit” though, because if we assume that “legit” is short for “legitimately” then it would already be an adverb. Although it would be if “legit” is interpreted as short for “legitimate”. Anyone have intuitions about how legit this is?  

Hovertext: Not to go all sentence fragment on you. 

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ALRIGHT MY WARRIOR MOTHERFUCKERS

THE HUNT HAS BEEN LONG COMPLETED

THE TIME FOR PRIZES HAS COME

BUT LISTEN, MY SWEETS.

THE PLOT HAS THICKENED.


1st place - Expletively Esoteric (1503 pts) Each team member receives: A recipe request of their choice guaranteed on the blog, 3 pins, 2 manga or comics of their choice and a FUCKINGRECIPES cookbook.

2nd place - Team Lexical Gap (953 pts)- Each team member receives:  A recipe request of their choice guaranteed on the blog, 2 manga or comics of their choice and 3 pins

3rd place -  Chilling Chili Chicks  (760 pts)-Each team member receives:  A recipe request of their choice guaranteed on the blog, 2 manga or comics of their choice, and 4 pins

4th place - BOLDLY ACROSS THE TENNANT(639 pts)- Each team member receives: 2 comics or manga of their choice.

FIRST PLACE WILL BE ABLE TO CHOOSE FROM THE COMIC/MANGA PRIZE POOL, THEN SECOND PLACE WILL HAVE ACCESS, THEN THIRD, THEN FOURTH.


CONGRATULATIONS TO THE WINNERS!

TO ALL PARTICIPANTS -  YOUR SKILL, PERSISTENCE AND INGENUITY HAVE CERTAINLY IMPRESSED ME.  


I HOPE TO MAKE THE HUNT AN ANNUAL THING, AND AND THUS LOOK FORWARD TO THIS COMING SUMMER!

— EDIT!

There was a mistake in calculation - fourth place is BOLDLY ACROSS THE TENNANT, not Bonfire. 

yo fellow australians - do you call a chicken parmigiana a parma or a parmi?

I wonder if you went out far enough
Into the edge of the universe,
Could you hear the first time it called out for light?
And if you went far enough back in my mind,
Would you be able to see how scared I am
To admit that I need you?
Sipping ink and spilling green tea onto this page
I am tripping over the one thing I want to say.
I wasn’t okay
Before I met you
And I sure as hell won’t be fine if you ever leave.
It’s not a surprise that I’m terrified because
I am not the type of boy that girls like you fall in love with.
I can’t play guitar and my singing’s not great,
There’s a chip on my front tooth,
My shoelaces come untied too quick.
I cut my hair short, in case you might like it
I stopped texting you, to see if you’d first.
I thought of you
Once and my body exploded
Because I’m a poor bastard that’s
Too deep in love.
I spent a month in my basement,
Let my beard grow out into the forest,
Reeled it back in to see if it had learned anything out in the world,
To see if it could teach me a thing or two.
The crackle of power-lines cracks into my mind at night
Can you hear the same buzz? Can you feel the electricity of
My brain cells whispering your name in my head?
There are trumpet calls when the sun is low,
I hope you know I set them all off for you.
Just in case you couldn’t care for honest brass
I’ll leave this poem tacked to my spine
So in case I lack the courage to do this face to face,
You can see what I’ve been hiding.
I don’t do much anything right,
But in a fight between my skull and my chest
I’ll go with the heart this time.
—  "Lexical Gap" - Nishat Ahmed

I grew up thinking that black is black and
white is indeed white and that there’s nothing
else to describe the colors. No one ever told me
that blood, love, anger can be used for red. Or
pure, pristine can be used to substitute white. Or
how the color of my eyes can be a perfect synonym
for the color brown. And no one ever told me that
the bruise I got from my father can replace purple.

At the age of eight, I looked at myself in the mirror
and all I could think of were the words ugly, fat arms,
uneven fringe, four-eyed, inept, short, weird and all
those things that I usually hear during lunch. That was
when I found out that my name is synonymous to those
words. I grew up thinking that that’s all I can ever be.
No one ever told me, not even my parents, that true lexical
synonymy is rare. And I am not synonymous to those words.

But somehow, I found out that not all synonymous words
can be interchanged. A roller coaster ride can never be
titillating. His lips on my deepest folds is not simply an
act that excites me. But I never knew that when he said
that he wants to ‘mess me up’, he actually meant exploiting
everything that my young and naive frailty could give him.

And when I met him, the guy who proved to me that lexical
synonymy is indeed rare, I stopped comparing people to the
way leaves fall or how they crumble against a person’s feet.
My name was no longer synonymous to horrible, horrible
words. I was no longer synonymous to ugly. Instead, I wrote
his name and my name on a piece of paper. Folded it, kept it
in my journal and wished — still hopelessly wishing — that our
names will be synonymous to a love that lasts forever. But then,
his eyes that put the moon to shame are constant reminders
that true lexical synonymy is rare. But I’m still hoping that we’re
part of the things under the category of ‘rare’.

—  true lexical synonymy is rare