“In Saussure’s theory, this was achieved through two epistemological strategies: by separating the diachronic from the synchronic perspective of analysis, positing them as orthogonal dimensions, and privileging synchronic analysis as the primary perspective of linguistic study…”
If you know what that means and can tell me before I leave for school in a few minutes, I’d be much obliged.
Last night a wee fly kept following me around. I swatted at it. (If you are a human and you follow me around, be forewarned.) It kept me company while I did the dishes and then landed on a microscopic spot of water I’d splashed onto the counter. I stopped to watch it. Less than half an inch long, it had diagonal translucent wings and giant — one might even say expressive — orange eyes. As it drank, it looked like a chicken pecking at grain. After a few minutes it hopped off to find more sustenance and I bit it goodnight. [Oops. Naughty typing fingers. I mean: I bid it goodnight.] “Help yourself to all the water you can find,” I said sweetly.
This morning I found it dead in the toilet.
Shoot-no one wants to follow you around except me-although that’s no longer an option, is it?
Sure its an option. Why not? Tonight I got an e-mail from a man with whom I went to school as a kid. He’s a Methodist minister in Acton, Mass. I said in response that the electrons in our computers are bloodhounds from which it is useless to run. Your electrons are following Mom around, Eleny. You and Skyn should come over and eat hot dogs some night. With onions, ketchup and steamed wonder bread buns. I want a candy bar.