27 August 2007

I'd Like to be Under the Sea

Sadly, I was only in the sea and over the sea and not diving into an octopus' garden on this occasion. Poor old moi. Don't bother shedding any tears. Having left my house in Cambridge at 9.45 am on Saturday, I met meeting my parents at Avis in Nice Airport at 2.30 pm local time. The landing into Nice is always quite exciting as the runway is right on the edge of the sea so you're never quite certain whether those "emergency landing on water" safety demos are going to be of use. Actually, Hong Kong is more exciting; you come right by the skyscrapers and again the landing strip is on reclaimed land so it's a case of "will we make it?"

We headed to Palm Beach with full kit (my dad has a reputation for being over-kitted at times but if it means extra-comfortable beach mats and executive parasols, I'm not complaining too much). It was the weekend before la rentrée in Cannes and the beach was packed. French children are almost all angelic (relatively) but the two most badly behaved enfants in France appeared to have camped next to us. Ne'er mind. We played some frisbee without maiming too many kiddies and then Dad fetched us some G and Ts. Ah...

We had dinner at a trendy restaurant called Maëma, located right on the beach at one end of the Croisette (the opposite end to our aparto). It was turquoise-themed, which suited me fine, and our table was next to the beach. The beach itself was home to an awesome bar, where the seats consisted of massive hammocks and what can only be described as large, wooden beds.

The following day, it was time for a sailing trip, which was good fun. There was almost no wind so for a lot of the time we were using the engine rather than the sails but there was plenty of time for swimming, snorkelling (no diving, sadly) and sunbathing. The sea was a gorgeously clear turquoise and other than the odd jellyfish alert (méduse!), it was blissful. I'm not sure I learned much about sailing (the captain would ask me to do something, in French, I wouldn't understand so he would translate into equally cryptic English; when he told me he was going to "do the jib myself" I decided to stay well clear!) but it was a fun day.


Today consisted mostly of shopping (remarkably little for me) and sunbathing, although I also went parasailing, which was fun, as always, and a very Cannes thing to do. After a little sunbathing session next to a terribly posh pair of blonde English families with their young enfants, fathers and sons attired in Vilebrequin (which even I will admit is very cute), mummies very yummy.

Back to the aparto for mojitos, dinner and being attacked my a sharp ice cube, the cupboard and several particularly vicious mosquitos.

All in all, it has been a pretty awesome mini-break.

23 August 2007

First Thoughts on the First Word

While waiting for Steve Pinker's new book to come out, I have at least made a new acquisition: Christine Kenneally's The First Word, which is all about linguistic evolution (or evolutionary linguistics, depending on your perspective). I first read about the book in Wired back in July ("Breakthroughs — babbling dolphins, talking chimps, freshly discovered language genes — are coming so quickly now that Chomsky recently deigned to utter the dreaded "e" word"; the Chomsky bashing made me realise I was onto a winner) but due to various publishing delays and Amazon being a bit special, I only received my copy last week. Thus far, though, I'm really enjoying it, not least because the author earned her Linguistics PhD from Cambridge and profusely thanks her advisor, Peter Matthews, who is the former head of the department and a fellow of my college (most famous for the "desserts" (fruit and port) he hosts each year in his rooms in college for the linguistics students in college (usually about six in total, including grads)). The chapter on Steve P. doesn't hurt either!

I haven't read very much linguistics since I graduated, despite my best intentions, although to be fair I had been planning to apply to do a linguistics PhD at Stanford (or possibly UPenn), which have the best departments in for the areas in which I was interested, although I was, in the end, put off by the finality of it all. I was also put off, in part, at least, by the Cambridge linguistics course, which is ironic given how much I enjoyed my studies there. The problem with Cambridge is that although everyone says that it's not all about Chomsky, this didn't seem to be reflected in the way we were taught.

I was most interested in psycholinguistics (particularly language evolution), cognitive linguistics (especially the work of Steve P.), sociolinguistics (mainly regional variations with special reference to U.S. English) and pragmatics (what people mean by the phrases they utter). The first three of those areas formed two thirds of one paper (and I was doing six papers in my final year). Pragmatics, at least, counted for half a paper (shared with the oh-so-philosophical and formal logicky semantics). The problem was that the department didn't really have any sociolinguists or psycho-/cognitive linguists: there were phoneticians (including the current department head who, among many other accolades, can profess to being the inventor of parseltongue) and there were syntacticians (who were all very heavy on their generative linguistics).

I hated studying syntax. I found it outstandingly boring and I didn't really see the point. I wasn't really interested in the architecture itself but in how it was used. I guess I should really have gone to the psychology department. Except that at Cambridge to do psychology, you had to study natural sciences and to do that I needed A-level maths when I had already renounced maths at age 16, having had the same awful, awful maths teacher for five years (this was in the top set of one of the top schools in the country). By the time I realised I liked this whole cognitive science deal, it was far too late. Of course, with a top degree from one of the world's top universities and supervisors willing to support me, I probably could have got into a graduate program in psychology or cognitive science or linguistics at a good university in the U.S. but by then I had already relegated it to a hobby.

Over the past year or so, my non-fiction reading efforts have largely been focused around the sphere of evolutionary biology - evolutionary psychology, in particular - so it really is the perfect time for me to be reading Kenneally's book, which certainly isn't an introductory work but which is still very interesting for me to read, not least because it integrates my previous linguistic studies into the evolutionary bio context about which I have read quite a lot, of late.

So far I've only read the first chapters, each of which focuses on the contribution made by a significant linguist.

1. Chomsky. Of course. I'm not his greatest fan but no one can deny that he revolutionised the field and the way in which it is studied or his influence.

2. Sue Savage-Rumbaugh. She worked on the acquisition and use of language in bonobos and made arguably the most progress to date in teaching apes to communicate using a human-like language.

3. Steven Pinker and Paul Bloom. I extol the virtues of SP far too often but I'm a big fan of Bloom's too. He is most famous for the way he and SP, back when the former was a young grad student and the latter was a young professor, took on Stephen Jay Gould in debate and did admirably well (Chomsky was also supposed to participate but couldn't make it in the end; they have both argued extensively that, contrary to Chomsky and Gould, it is entirely plausible that language evolved by natural selection.

4. Philip Lieberman. I hadn't actually heard of Lieberman before reading this book but he mainly works on the biophysics of speech and the evolution of the vocal tract (this is probably why I hadn't heard of him).

In the rest of the book, Kenneally looks as the aspects of human language that differentiate it from animal communication systems and the potential rationales behind the evolution of language in humans before broadening out to look at how linguistic evolution fits into the evolutionary framework as a whole.

I'm sure I'll have more to say when I've actually read the whole book but for now I'm just glad that there is such an accessible text integrating many of the things in which I'm interested into one place. Keep up the good work, Christine!

08 August 2007

Record-Breaking Baseball, Mojitos and Garlic Fries

All in all, a good recipe for a great night even if I did feel somewhat guilty leaving work at (shock, horror) 5 p.m. though technically this was acceptable as I started answering emails at about 6.30 a.m. I'm definitely enjoying the San Fran lifestyle and it's always good to meet some new people, hang out in some different bars (I mean, take The Maypole: gotta love it but I've been there at least once a week for five years now!) and see some new scenery.

Viz. the baseball record: some dude broke the record for most home runs in a career at a match at the Giants' stadium in San Fran tonight. Woot.

Local time: 10.45 p.m.

05 August 2007

Bex and the (Other) City

I'm feeling slightly more coherent than I was when I woke up this morning, having stayed awake for 26 hours and then slept for 6. Today has only served to strengthen my like for San Francisco, even though I was mostly just wondering, wandering and shopping.

San Francisco must have been planned by a computer geek (makes sense given the proximity to Silicon Valley): who else could have chosen to build a city on a small inlet of land, surrounded by water on three sides and with hills scattered so randomly other than someone who misspent her youth building up and razing down cities in Sim City 2000? Only a true geek — one who relished creating the most difficult scenarios using the terrain editor — could have risen to such a challenge.

Still, I like the way the city doesn't reward those who are smugly good with maps. "Ah ha," they say, "I've worked out the quickest route," only to come up against the towering pinnacle of Nob Hill. Everyone who lives here and walks at all must have a great leg muscles, though; every cloud...

I had a bagel and cappuccino at Café Espresso near Union Square and then hiked up through North Beach and over to Union Street, the main drag of Pacific Heights, where there were plenty of cool shops, trendy cafés and restaurants and plenty of ladies who lunch. After working up a bit of an appetite in les magasins, I stopped for lunch at La Boulange, a favourite café of mine on Union Street. I really love the place - particularly its baguettes, which are size-appropriate given the lemon tart nature of the majority of its patrons. Irony aside, the baguette was very nice and the free cucumber and lemon flavoured water they had was very refreshing.

I spent the rest of the afternoon wandering through Cow Hollow and then shopping at Union Square — all in all, not too terrible a Saturday by anyone's standards.

6.15 p.m. Pacific Time, 4th August.

04 August 2007

Circadian Confusion

Yesterday was quite a day. To get to the airport for a 2.15 pm flight I had to leave my house at about 7.45 am and so was already quite tired before I was even on the plane. The annoying self-check-in counter reduced chances of an upgrade to somewhere close to zero, although I did at least have lots of legroom as I was in an exit row.

When I got into SF, it was about 6 pm local time but I was feeling surprisingly awake given that I had been up for about 20 hours so I got the BART into town, checked into my hotel, had a shower and then went straight back out to meet some people from work at a bar near work called 21st Amendment. The bar was pretty nice and I even had a beer (shock horror!), which actually wasn't so bad (shock horror!). I hung out there for a few hours and then a few of us went up to a bar in the Castro where we went to a gig. The main act, St Vincent, was amazing; she had a gorgeous, haunting, spine-tingling voice and was well worth the wait (she didn't start playing until midnight). 

By about 12.45, which was 8.45 am British Time, I was finally starting to flag, and just to emphasise that chivalry isn't entirely dead (just moribund), one of the guys walked me back to my hotel where I passed out for eight hours. Now I seriously need some coffee!

Posted 8:31 am Pacific Time

01 August 2007

Birthday Non-Celebrations

MTV turns 26 today. This feels wrong somehow: MTV can't be two and a bit years older than me. Maybe it feels so strange because I was somewhat of a late bloomer when it came to pop music (unlike so many other things) and other than Oasis, Blur, Suede and Radiohead, I didn't really listen to anything much until I was about 13. I therefore associate MTV with the late '90s and on.

Then, we got Sky and I got into pop music (correlation? causation?) in a big way and would frequently record favourite songs from the Top 40 countdown on Radio 1 at least every other week (years later I rediscovered all of these tapes containing the same songs over and over, which plummeted into the bin). That didn't stop me buying hundreds of singles at £2.99 a pop (had to put my lunch money towards something useful); looking back now at the obsolete CD singles, I realise I had terrible taste in music way back when.

It took a while to recover from this MTV/Radio 1 onslaught, largely helped by Dawson's Creek (embarrassingly; the show did have great taste in music though) and then later Radio Paradise and The O.C. I can't stand most of the stuff in the charts these days. I hate most pop and R & B, and films, friends and RP are pretty much my only sources of new music. As I tend to listen to my iPod anyway and specifically to the same songs over and over, this isn't too much of a problem.

Anyway, Happy Birthday MTV (whose website doesn't seem to be advertising this in anyway - must be a common problem)! I hope I am not as ambivalent towards myself at 26 as I am towards MTV now.