designculturemind:

The Linguistics of LOL: What Internet vernacular reveals about the evolution of language
When two friends created the site I Can Has Cheezburger?, in 2007, to share cat photos with funny, misspelled captions, it was a way of cheering themselves up. They probably weren’t thinking about long-term sociolinguistic implications. But seven years later, the “cheezpeep” community is still active online, chattering away in lolspeak, its own distinctive variety of English. lolspeak was meant to sound like the twisted language inside a cat’s brain, and has ended up resembling a down-South baby talk with some very strange characteristics, including deliberate misspellings (teh, ennyfing), unique verb forms (gotted, can haz), and word reduplication (fastfastfast). It can be difficult to master. One user writes that it used to take at least 10 minutes “to read adn unnerstand” a paragraph. (“Nao, it’z almost like a sekund lanjuaje.”) To a linguist, all of this sounds a lot like a sociolect: a language variety that’s spoken within a social group, like Valley Girl–influenced ValTalk or African American Vernacular English. (The word dialect, by contrast, commonly refers to a variety spoken by a geographic group—think Appalachian or Lumbee.) Over the past 20 years, online sociolects have been springing up around the world, from Jejenese in the Philippines to Ali G Language, a British lingo inspired by the Sacha Baron Cohen character. There’s also Padonkaffsky, an aughts-era slang beloved by Russia’s self-described “scum” (they call themselves Padonki—a garbling of podonok, the actual Russian word for “scum”), with phonetic spellings, offensive language, and a popular meme involving outdoor sex and an inopportune bear. Israel has Fakatsa, a sociolect beloved by teen girls—terms from which have popped up on baby clothes and menstrual-pain products. (via The Linguistics of LOL - Britt Peterson - The Atlantic)

I’ve overheard UCLA professors complaining that some of their student’s writings included either this mess of language or texting-style shorthand.

designculturemind:

The Linguistics of LOL: What Internet vernacular reveals about the evolution of language

When two friends created the site I Can Has Cheezburger?, in 2007, to share cat photos with funny, misspelled captions, it was a way of cheering themselves up. They probably weren’t thinking about long-term sociolinguistic implications. But seven years later, the “cheezpeep” community is still active online, chattering away in lolspeak, its own distinctive variety of English. lolspeak was meant to sound like the twisted language inside a cat’s brain, and has ended up resembling a down-South baby talk with some very strange characteristics, including deliberate misspellings (teh, ennyfing), unique verb forms (gotted, can haz), and word reduplication (fastfastfast). It can be difficult to master. One user writes that it used to take at least 10 minutes “to read adn unnerstand” a paragraph. (“Nao, it’z almost like a sekund lanjuaje.”) To a linguist, all of this sounds a lot like a sociolect: a language variety that’s spoken within a social group, like Valley Girl–influenced ValTalk or African American Vernacular English. (The word dialect, by contrast, commonly refers to a variety spoken by a geographic group—think Appalachian or Lumbee.) Over the past 20 years, online sociolects have been springing up around the world, from Jejenese in the Philippines to Ali G Language, a British lingo inspired by the Sacha Baron Cohen character. There’s also Padonkaffsky, an aughts-era slang beloved by Russia’s self-described “scum” (they call themselves Padonki—a garbling of podonok, the actual Russian word for “scum”), with phonetic spellings, offensive language, and a popular meme involving outdoor sex and an inopportune bear. Israel has Fakatsa, a sociolect beloved by teen girls—terms from which have popped up on baby clothes and menstrual-pain products. (via The Linguistics of LOL - Britt Peterson - The Atlantic)

I’ve overheard UCLA professors complaining that some of their student’s writings included either this mess of language or texting-style shorthand.

All ready for Fall ‘14.
Junior year.

All ready for Fall ‘14.
Junior year.

trigonometry-is-my-bitch:

"Glassified" Ruler by MIT Media Lab Automatically Measures Angles, Volume, and Shape Properties.
[source]

Love this.
Even if it is one more device that will NOT be allowed in exams.

trigonometry-is-my-bitch:

"Glassified" Ruler by MIT Media Lab Automatically Measures Angles, Volume, and Shape Properties.

[source]

Love this.

Even if it is one more device that will NOT be allowed in exams.

ultrafacts:

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Me, during every exam.

ultrafacts:

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Me, during every exam.

And, with that, I was able to finally complete an acceptable fall schedule. 
Did I tell you? A few weeks ago, I was so consumed with those blistering summer session course schedules that I missed my “first pass” to enroll in fall classes by THREE WEEKS. Even missing your first pass by an hour or two can really set you back as all the classes you wanted could be full by the time you finally register, but three weeks? Forget it.
I was really lucky that the CS class I wanted was still open and then I threw a GE in there (and it’s a topic in which I am actually interested). I was missing a third class. Absolutely all the other classes on my curriculum were full and I wasn’t sure what I was going to do when the quarter started and I didn’t have the minimum number of units on my schedule. My Plan B was to sit in on one of those classes and try to force my way in. Not a very stable plan.
Finally, one of the classes I needed suddenly opened up today and I signed into the registration site as fast as possible to grab the spot before someone else did.
Now I have registration alerts thoughout my calendar so I never miss another “first pass”.

And, with that, I was able to finally complete an acceptable fall schedule. 

Did I tell you? A few weeks ago, I was so consumed with those blistering summer session course schedules that I missed my “first pass” to enroll in fall classes by THREE WEEKS. Even missing your first pass by an hour or two can really set you back as all the classes you wanted could be full by the time you finally register, but three weeks? Forget it.

I was really lucky that the CS class I wanted was still open and then I threw a GE in there (and it’s a topic in which I am actually interested). I was missing a third class. Absolutely all the other classes on my curriculum were full and I wasn’t sure what I was going to do when the quarter started and I didn’t have the minimum number of units on my schedule. My Plan B was to sit in on one of those classes and try to force my way in. Not a very stable plan.

Finally, one of the classes I needed suddenly opened up today and I signed into the registration site as fast as possible to grab the spot before someone else did.

Now I have registration alerts thoughout my calendar so I never miss another “first pass”.

ultrafacts:


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Duh.

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Duh.

I don’t know that I’ll ever take a summer class again.
Yeah, I want to blame the “10 weeks of work shoved into 6 week” schedule for my newly-minted “B-” in ECON 11, but the truth is that there’s a far more disturbing fact.
I felt completely prepared for that final. I felt fine while I was taking it. I felt confident during the week I waited for the results. But, I got a “C” on the final. A “C”. What? How could my feelings about the exam and my result be in such opposition? 
I have felt like this before. I have taken exams before and experienced this disconnect between the “feel” for my performance and the actual result. I can think of 4 such experiences. 1 was a CS exam, 2 were math, and this one. 
That’s what really disturbs me, that I’m somehow unaware that I’m fucking up while it’s happening. I have an appointment to see the exam to discover where I went off the rails, but Christ, I don’t want to be blissfully unaware that I’m wrongly answering questions during exams. That just sounds bizarre. 
Oh, and I’ve felt really very confident about Econ classes in general so far at UCLA. I already had an “A-” and an “A+” in my previous Econ classes, so I also feel a bit indignant (aka “ashamed for my ego”) that I pulled a grade like a “B-” in a class that’s NOT computer science or level 4 calculus.
I’ll report back to you my very important findings regarding my mistakes on that final.

I don’t know that I’ll ever take a summer class again.

Yeah, I want to blame the “10 weeks of work shoved into 6 week” schedule for my newly-minted “B-” in ECON 11, but the truth is that there’s a far more disturbing fact.

I felt completely prepared for that final. I felt fine while I was taking it. I felt confident during the week I waited for the results. But, I got a “C” on the final. A “C”. What? How could my feelings about the exam and my result be in such opposition? 

I have felt like this before. I have taken exams before and experienced this disconnect between the “feel” for my performance and the actual result. I can think of 4 such experiences. 1 was a CS exam, 2 were math, and this one. 

That’s what really disturbs me, that I’m somehow unaware that I’m fucking up while it’s happening. I have an appointment to see the exam to discover where I went off the rails, but Christ, I don’t want to be blissfully unaware that I’m wrongly answering questions during exams. That just sounds bizarre. 

Oh, and I’ve felt really very confident about Econ classes in general so far at UCLA. I already had an “A-” and an “A+” in my previous Econ classes, so I also feel a bit indignant (aka “ashamed for my ego”) that I pulled a grade like a “B-” in a class that’s NOT computer science or level 4 calculus.

I’ll report back to you my very important findings regarding my mistakes on that final.

Umm.
I was all set to take French1, 2, and 3 as my foreign language requirement (you have to take up through Level 3). I’d taken French in high school, but I thought I was due for a series of refresher courses and couldn’t “test out” of any of them.
I just took the online French placement test. The good news is that now French1 and French2 have been eliminated from my curriculum.
The bad news is that now I have to jump right into French3. 
I didn’t know how to word this post without it sounding like a HumbleBrag, but I seriously didn’t plan on jumping into a college-level 3 French class. 

Umm.

I was all set to take French1, 2, and 3 as my foreign language requirement (you have to take up through Level 3). I’d taken French in high school, but I thought I was due for a series of refresher courses and couldn’t “test out” of any of them.

I just took the online French placement test. The good news is that now French1 and French2 have been eliminated from my curriculum.

The bad news is that now I have to jump right into French3. 

I didn’t know how to word this post without it sounding like a HumbleBrag, but I seriously didn’t plan on jumping into a college-level 3 French class. 

That’s a nice bear.

That’s a nice bear.

OK, like I said, I’m donezo with classes until the fall.
So, now that my brain has been released from the UCLA academic death grip, I can tell you about what happened last night.
For each class, I make a “cheat sheet” or study sheet, regardless of whether or not the professor allows us to bring them into the exam. If it’s not permitted, I just use the sheet to study from during the quarter. 
On the sheet are all the pertinent formulas, principles, items the professor stressed in lecture, etc. I spend a lot of time assembling the sheets and I look at them often enough that my brain “takes pictures” of the charts, etc, so I can mentally reference them during the test.
Last night, I had to pick up my car from the repair shop and turn in my rental car. I got there just in time before they closed. 
As I was driving home, I couldn’t find my study sheet for the final I had to take early this morning. I looked everywhere in the car. I suppose while I was transferring all my belongings from my rental to my car, it disappeared. 
I was very upset. Probably disproportionately upset, but I had worked for 3 weeks on that study sheet and I was afraid that the night before the exam, I wasn’t going to have any of the precious last moments of memory impression. 
I’d had plans that night and had felt it would be fine to go because I would have my study sheet with me to look at periodically. Now that it was lost, I needed to instead go back to the parking lot where I did the car exchange and see if it was on the ground.
I finally arrived at the lot and of course it wasn’t there.
How could that have happened?
I stood by my car for a while before I realized I was just going to have to make another one.
I sat in my car in the dark parking lot and by the glow of the security lights in front of the body shop, I spent an hour making another study sheet (seen above).
It’s a shadow of the lost study sheet’s glory (and half as long), but it did the job.
(Note to self: ALWAYS take fucking pictures of cheat sheets. ALWAYS.)

OK, like I said, I’m donezo with classes until the fall.

So, now that my brain has been released from the UCLA academic death grip, I can tell you about what happened last night.

For each class, I make a “cheat sheet” or study sheet, regardless of whether or not the professor allows us to bring them into the exam. If it’s not permitted, I just use the sheet to study from during the quarter. 

On the sheet are all the pertinent formulas, principles, items the professor stressed in lecture, etc. I spend a lot of time assembling the sheets and I look at them often enough that my brain “takes pictures” of the charts, etc, so I can mentally reference them during the test.

Last night, I had to pick up my car from the repair shop and turn in my rental car. I got there just in time before they closed.

As I was driving home, I couldn’t find my study sheet for the final I had to take early this morning. I looked everywhere in the car. I suppose while I was transferring all my belongings from my rental to my car, it disappeared. 

I was very upset. Probably disproportionately upset, but I had worked for 3 weeks on that study sheet and I was afraid that the night before the exam, I wasn’t going to have any of the precious last moments of memory impression.

I’d had plans that night and had felt it would be fine to go because I would have my study sheet with me to look at periodically. Now that it was lost, I needed to instead go back to the parking lot where I did the car exchange and see if it was on the ground.

I finally arrived at the lot and of course it wasn’t there.

How could that have happened?

I stood by my car for a while before I realized I was just going to have to make another one.

I sat in my car in the dark parking lot and by the glow of the security lights in front of the body shop, I spent an hour making another study sheet (seen above).

It’s a shadow of the lost study sheet’s glory (and half as long), but it did the job.

(Note to self: ALWAYS take fucking pictures of cheat sheets. ALWAYS.)