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On the Egyptian Language

The Egyptian language is first dated by inscription to circa 3400 BCE and is one of the oldest recorded languages among humans. It is classified as an Afroasiatic language (Hamito-Semitic in older sources) and shares features with related ancient languages such as Akkadian and Biblical Hebrew, and with contemporary languages such as Arabic, Amharic and Hebrew. The liturgical language of Coptic Christianity, Coptic, is a direct descendent of Egyptian.

As with any language with such a long duration of use Egyptian underwent a number of changes over time.  When the rule changes appear to take on clear features Egyptian linguists make distinctions within the language.  For Egyptian there are the following divisions:

  • Archaic Egyptian (Pre- to Early Dynastic Period),
  • Ancient Egyptian (Old Kingdom),
  • Middle Egyptian (Middle Kingdom),
  • Late Egyptian (The Third Intermediate Period),
  • Demotic (Late Period through Roman occupation)
  • Coptic (Roman time to the present)

 Like most Afroasiatic languages Egyptian is built around “verb roots.” In most cases verb roots are made up of three consonants that can be modified by shifting vowel sounds in speaking and specialized characters in hieroglyphic writing. There is a fairly complex system for categorizing verb roots, with James P. Allen’s Middle Egyptian (2010) being one of the best learning sources for those interested in a detailed discussion.

The Eternal Word of Set, Xeper, comes from the verb root xpr or hpr.[1] The verb root hpr means most essentially “to evolve, to develop, to roll out of.” The aspect of “roll out” is likely to be how the verb root became connected with its hieroglyphic counterpart representing the Scarab Beetle.

This glyph was based upon the animal Scarabaeus sacer that is indigenous to Egypt.

 

Like most other scarab beetles S. sacer is a cophrophagic beetle that collects dung and rolls it off to be buried and used as a food source for itself and for its offspring. You can find a brief video introduction to dung beetle behavior here. For those interested in really diving deep into this topic Evolutionary Biology and Conservation of Dung Beetles by Clarke H. Scholtz et al. (2009) is excellent.


[1] Both the “x” and the “h” in this case signify a phoneme similar to the Scottish “-ch” in loch or the German “-ch” in Ich. Early Egyptological Linguists, such as those working in the 19th Century, tended to favor “x” while contemporary Egyptologists favor “h.”

Rocket
Early mornings, tired eyes glare daggers at aluminum and steel that doesn’t yield. But will it hold? Five hundred pounds of thrust, ten seconds of acceleration, and just a hundred pounds of fiberglass and metal to take it all. It gleams dangerously in the dim cold light, is this the one that is too much? Is this the last time it rests heavily in its foam cradle, soaking up the fears of its creator?  It’s time. 0700 and the motor goes in, ringing aluminum against aluminum as it is secured.  He laughs nervously when someone jokes that the motor is in backwards, his eyes double check to make sure it was just a joke. The black powder is poured, danger and held breaths. Two grams, three, four… let’s make it five. Parachutes rolled and packed with the care used when swaddling a baby. The fabric feels thin through his fingers. Paper mache, to be deployed at fifty miles per hour. He’s sweating as he fumbles the nose cone, but it goes on straight.  Screws, bolts, straps, an endless array of wires and electronics. GPS, HFR, ‎barometric sensors. Crafted in a clean lab, playa dust coats them, and is brushed off gently. It’s ready. It takes three people to carry it to the Range Safety Officer, who’s sole purpose is to scrutinize his handiwork.  Everything is examined, explained, double checked, the motor is opened up, the seals inspected. He is given approval. The Launch Control Officer assigns a launch pad, and the long walk begins. One and a half thousand feet, hands sweaty against the smooth side. The pad is a metal beast, burned char black and dull from a hundred flights, it brokers no compromise.  It will go up. They lower the twenty foot long rail, slide it on smooth, and point it up into the sapphire blue. A switch is thrown, and it wakes, electronics sending data, a steady beep each second.  He looks at it one more time before turning away, and walking the long walk back.  The crowd hums, eyes out on the horizon, waiting.  The speakers click, and the LCO speaks. The countdown starts. Five, Four, three, two, one. Launch. A few hundred people hold their breaths. A spark, ammonium perchlorate takes easy to the flame, a gout of spit fire curls down under the pad a puff of smoke, and then there is fire. Twenty feet of brilliant yellow flame, it climbs with breathtaking speed, it keeps going and going, mouths agape, the crowd waits for the worst… Like a needle threading smoke into the sky, it climbs. Mach one, Mach two. Ten thousand feet, twenty thousand, thirty, forty, fifty… sixty… Beyond even the keenest eyes, a pop and the first parachute catches the air.  Telemetry says it’s safe, falling just right.  At five thousand, a larger parachute opens, and the crowd points, a black speck drifting down, touching down just a mile from its pad. It’s the happiest day of his life.  His dream came home.  This is what a rocket is, to me.
Luna
The moon makes a cold comfort, a judgemental eye of a night light, watching me, judging me. I have my reasons for laying alone, sober, quiet while others shout and carry on. Laughter makes a loud echo. But here, in the middle of nothing, and everything, there is a tiny bird. It pecks curiously at the ground as though to ask “was this here before?” Before we came here, and defiled nothingness. We leave dust and forgotten ash where there once was a blank slate. Peck peck, we paint with fire and fury, and the little bird will be the only one who sees our art. Unable to judge, it’s questions are simple. "What is it?" "It is our shell, our nest." The bird moves on, and rocket fuel burns. We both take flight.

記事元:子供へ声かけ ついに挨拶もNGに
http://hayabusa3.open2ch.net/test/read.cgi/news/1426606792/

1名無しさん@おーぷん2015/03/18(水)00:39:52ID:xpr
東京の赤羽警察署が、公園で遊んでいた児童に「さようなら」と
声をかけた40代の男を不審者情報としてホームページに掲載し、驚きの声が寄せられている。

全国の警察は、子どもを犯罪から守る防犯パトロールなどに活用するため、
「声かけ」「つきまとい」「公然わいせつ」「ひったくり」といった、地域で発生した
不審者情報を登録者にメールで配信しており、あわせてホームページにも掲載している。

しかしそれらのなかには、

「帰宅中の女子児童らが、青色トラックから降りてきた男から『あのー』と声をかけられる」
(2010年6月 長崎県警)

「女子学生の後ろを、男が同じ方向に歩いていた」
(2012年12月 小倉北警察)

「児童が遊んでいたところ、男に声をかけられました。
 声かけ等の内容・そんなことじゃ、日本代表になれないぞ」(2013年6月 野方警察署)

など、不審者なのかどうかが疑わしい内容のものが含まれているのも事実。
それらはしばしばネットで話題となってきたが、3月12日に登場したのが以下の「声かけ」だ。

「3月11日(水)、午後3時50分ころ、北区神谷2丁目の公園内で、児童が遊んでいたところ
 男に声をかけられました。

声かけ等の内容

・さようなら

不審者の特徴:40歳代、160cm位、やせ型、短髪茶色、茶色っぽいジャンパー、
黒色っぽいズボン、マスク、徒歩」

この「声かけ事案」は、ツイッターでも話題となり、

「これはええやろww」
「とうとう日本の男性はあいさつさ出来なくなったんだな…」(原文ママ)
「都内では挨拶しただけで不審者になるのか?」
「一体、日本はどうなっていくのかな?」

という声が登場。さらには

「子供が倒れていたとしても保身の為に無視せざるを得ないような時代がくるよ」
「女性と子供は死に掛けてて助けを求められても、放置しないと不審者」

と、先々を憂う意見まで寄せられた。


続き:http://zasshi.news.yahoo.co.jp/article?a=20150317-00000027-rnijugo-sci