Thursday, July 11, 2013

morphology

aeon ends and americans spell it eon now.

the romance languages devolved from classical latin, the uneducated wards of the roman empire speaking a common or "vulgar" latin that mixed and degraded into several romance languages across the european continent.  the declension system spun out into prepositions; articles sprouted up like weeds; and consonants softening, palatalized, the cedille twining itself around the c.

Romance (Old French) Approximate Vulgar Latin Equivalent Translation
Pro Deo amur et pro christian poblo et nostro commun saluament, d'ist di in auant, in quant Deus sauir et podir me dunat, si saluarai eo cist meon fradre Karlo, et in adiudha et in cadhuna cosa si cum om per dreit son fradra saluar dist, in o quid il mi altresi fazet. Et ab Ludher nul plaid nunquam prindrai qui meon uol cist meon fradre Karle in damno sit. "Pro Deu(m) amore(m) et pro christianu(m) populu(m) et nostro commune(m) salvamentu(m), de istu(m) die(m) in ab ante, in quantu(m) Deus sapere et potere mihi dat, sic salvare(h)a(b)eo ecc'istu(m) meum fratre(m) Carolu(m), et in aiuta et in cata-una causa, sic quomo(do) (h)omo per directu(m) suum fratre(m) saluare debet, in (h)oc quo illoe mi(hi) alteru(m) sic faciat, et apu(d) Lothar(m) nullu(m) placitu(m) nunquam prendere(h)a(b)eo quod meum volu(m) ecc'istu(m) meu(m) fratre(m) Carolu(m) in damno sit." "For the love of God and for Christendom and our common salvation, from this day onwards, as God will give me the wisdom and power, I shall protect this brother of mine Charles, with aid or anything else, as one ought to protect one's brother, so that he may do the same for me, and I shall never knowingly make any covenant with Lothair that would harm this brother of mine Charles."




latina eram.  et maintenant, c'est francais.

at the end of the night i found myself sitting with zebra and john and mikiel and i thought, wow, this is just like old times.  we sit and drink and talk and gossip and drink.  a lot has changed, but years ago there we had stomped through everything, godzillas, gods of destruction with each other.  now zebra moves to san francisco in a week and some people wonder how far behind him john will be.  i read buzzfeed lists about people in their late twenties and try to gauge how similar, how boring i have become.  surprisingly, i don't feel very average or that boring.

i consider going to booty reunion saturday night.  booty, an event before my time here in portland, still continues to haunt and affect the city.  portland isn't the same, but these markers carry over and continue.  i am not the same.  i drink a lot more.  john and zebra have driven me to drink a lot more.  and i have had fun.

every summer is the end of an era.  then we hibernate and see something new in the spring.  but the old decomposes into now and trace minerals, particles of speech, conventions are left in our mannerisms.

"omnia mutantur, nihil interit."

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