calling it off

Dear Dell,

This may be difficult for you to take, but I need to convince you that there is nothing between us. There will never be anything between us. I am in a deep, serious long-term relationship with another. I have never been interested in you, not even as a friend. I know that sounds harsh. But I need you understand that this must stop. You need to stop sending me pictures of yourself, and other details about you. It’s creeping me out.

I never even open what you send me, just toss it right in the recycling bag. Over and over again. But recently I realized that I’m just ignoring the problem. The real problem is you. You need to leave me alone.

So I made that call. I thought it would be simple, straightforward, if a little awkward. I’ve had to end other relationships like this not too long ago. And those others took things in stride, agreed right away to stop sending me things, even though it made them sad. But you. I had trouble even reaching a live human body. I got tossed around voice menus. In desperation, I had to pretend to want something from you that I really didn’t want. A fiction to try to get through to you. I felt dirty, teasing you like that. I selected the menu options for “purchase a desktop computer,” just so I could speak to a live person. “I’d like to get off your mailing list,” I said.

What followed was more run-around. The person I spoke to said I could make this request on your website, but she could still help. She tried to find the page. She put me on hold. She passed me off. I held some more, and was eventually disconnected. Meanwhile, I went to your website. Hunted for this page that the voice on the phone alluded to, but couldn’t find. There were links leading nowhere, and everywhere, more creepy pictures of you. Finally, I found the form I needed, deeply, deeply hidden, only revealed through keyword searches. You really have made it hard for people to break things off with you. But I’m strong, persistent. I’m tired of you and your kind harassing people who want nothing to do with you, and creating so much waste.

So I am writing you now to gloat over my victory, to make sure that you understand that you must leave me alone now. You can keep your damn catalog.

Sincerely,

alejna

p.s. To spite you, I will share with the world at large how to be removed from the Dell mailing list: here is the form.

p.p.s. You should know that LL Bean and Crate & Barrel took things much better than you, and let me call their customer service number and talk to someone. Who then removed me from the mailing list, no questions asked. It took maybe a minute for each. And those were folks I’d actually had brief flings with, catalogs we’d once ordered from.

p.p.p.s. You’re not the only offender, and I realize that. I’m working on finding ways to get you all to stop.

p.p.p.p.s Here’s a paper on this topic that might be of interest: in pdf or the html version. I heartily recommend the pdf, as it has some useful diagrams that don’t come through in the html version.

We made the cover!

A few weeks ago I mentioned that our home was going to be featured in American Hovel Magazine, and offered up a sneak peek at some of the interview that would be featured. I’m pleased to announce that our story has made the cover of the April 2007 issue! Some of you may already have picked up your copy at the newstands, but for those of you who haven’t, I’ve scanned in the cover to share with you here.

American Hovel Magazine, April 2007 cover

least expected sentence in a linguistics text

I can’t read this out loud without laughing:

Judy’s tight laugh seemed to match her tight jeans, her speed-thin body, her dark eye liner, and her tense front vowels.

I read it to John (snicker, snicker), and he responded: “What is that? Linguistics porn?”

No, it’s actually from my assigned reading for my class. It’s from a book called Linguistc Variation as Social Practice: The Linguistic Construction of Identity at Belten High, by Penelope Eckert (2000). The line in question is the first line of the main text. (See?)

But hey, porn for linguists. Maybe that’s a writing career I could look into…

She lay back in ecstasy, emitting a series of non-linguistic speech events, first a pharyngeal with a low front vowel, then moving up towards a uvular, followed by a long, drawn-out tense back rounded vowel. [ʕa ʁuuu:] she vocalized. “You just did what?” she asked, her final voiceless alveolar plosive fully released and strongly aspirated, so excited she hadn’t realized she’d left her wh-word in situ…

to sleep, perchance to drive

I just saw this NYT article, which discusses new warnings that the FDA will be issuing about certain drugs. It seems that some sleeping pills have been blamed for some “unusual side effects,” including sleepwalking, sleep eating, and sleep driving:

The review was prompted, in part, by queries to the agency from The New York Times last year, after some users of the most widely prescribed drug, Ambien, started complaining online and to their doctors about unusual reactions ranging from fairly benign sleepwalking episodes to hallucinations, violent outbursts, nocturnal binge eating and — most troubling of all — driving while asleep.

Night eaters said they woke up to find Tostitos and Snickers wrappers in their beds, missing food, kitchen counters overflowing with flour from baking sprees, and even lighted stoves.

Sleep-drivers reported frightening episodes in which they recalled going to bed, but woke up to find they had been arrested roadside in their underwear or nightclothes.

These freaky side effects were described in more detail in this NYT article from last year.

Anyhow, such bizarro events do sound like they’d be truly disturbing, not to mention often downright scary. I’ve occasionally talked in my sleep, and have had a couple instances of sleepwalking in my lifetime. And they are freaky. But holy crap, driving while asleep? It’s pretty amazing what people can manage…Anyhow, while I think it’s great that the FDA is issue the warnings, I can’t help but think that the drug companies are missing out on some opportunities. I think there would be a market for pills that would allow you to get stuff done while sleeping. Here are some sleep-time activities that might be marketable:

  • yard work: Lawn need mowing? Garden need mowing? How about chopping some wood? Take a pill, and saw some logs while you saw some logs.
  • house cleaning: Who really wants to be awake for cleaning? Dream that dirt away, and awake to sparkling floors and counters.
  • car maintenance: Fall asleep reading the manual and you just might wake up to find your oil-changed and your tires rotated. Get a wax in twenty winks.
  • writing: Particularly popular for the academic set. Need a chapter written of your dissertation? Just sleep on it! Let the letters fill up the pages while you catch some “z”s.
  • awkward social obligations: Been avoiding that visit to the in-laws? Dreading dinner with the boss? You can snooze and schmooze!
  • I can just imagine the drug commercials:

    “I went to bed, and woke up to find the lawn mowed, the cabinets organized and the poodle shaved. Thanks, Somnambulex!”

    actual unretouched Phoebe photo

    Phoebe has started standing a whole lot over the last couple of days. And, man, has she been growing. She’s getting huge. “So big,” indeed. We managed to capture a few instances of her demonstrating her standing skills. Here’s one of her showing off a kung fu stance to an admiring crowd on this sunny spring day.

    so_big_phoebe.jpg

    By the way, this photo is totally authentic, unlike those news photos I’ve been reading about lately.

    home magazine feature

    Phoebe‘s turning one this week, and to mark the occasion, we’ll be having some people over this weekend. Which is very exciting. We used to have parties about twice a year. But due to some various new changes to our household and leisure activities, it’s been quite some time since our last fête. Anyhow, since we’ll be having people over soon, this means we should probably get out the rakes and shovels, and try to find the living room.

    Which reminds me. We recently had an interview with American Hovel Magazine, the magazine dedicated to lowering acceptable neatness standards in the home. I’m proud to say that they’ll be featuring our home in the upcoming April, 2007 edition. I’m sure you’ll all be running out to the newstands to pick up your copy (unless you already have a subscription). But since you must be impatient, I thought I’d share with you some of the highlights from the interview.

    Highlights from our American Hovel Magazine interview

    Alejna: Welcome! Please come in. [Ushers interviewer in through tunnel from front door.] Please have a seat. If memory serves, I think the couch is over here. [Dislodges items from the top of what appears to be a large pile of books, electronics and toys.] Yes! I thought so! Please, have a seat.

    American Hovel Magazine: Thank you. [Sits down, accompanied by sound of cat yowling.]

    Alejna: Oops! That was a surprise! We don’t even have a cat. [Pulls cat out from sofa cushions.] Hey, little guy! Did you chase the squirrels in here? [Cat jumps away to disappear under a nearby pile.] Sorry about that.

    American Hovel Magazine: Don’t worry about it. The last house I was in, there were raccoons in the sofa. Well, let’s get to the interview. First, let me tell you how impressed I am with your home. It’s rare that we see conditions like this that don’t involve natural disasters. Are you sure you didn’t have a bit of help from a tornado? You can tell me off the record.

    Alejna: [laughs.] No, no tornado. Though we did have a bit of help. [Sits down on a big pile of clothing.]

    John: [muffled grunting] Hey! [The pile Alejna is sitting on shifts. John emerges, standing up and brushing a few squirrels off his shirt.]

    Alejna: [standing] There you are! [kisses John on cheek.] I was afraid you’d miss the interview.

    American Hovel Magazine: It’s good to have you both here. Let’s get on with the questions. Tell me…

    Alejna: Oh, wait, you haven’t met Phoebe. I think she’s around here somewhere.

    [A small face with chubby cheeks and big blue eyes emerges from an otherwise empty toy box, and Phoebe crawls across a mound of plush toys.]

    Phoebe: mama dada yaya.

    American Hovel Magazine: Ah, yes. This must the help you mentioned. Tell me, how long have you…

    [ring, ring…the muffled sound of a phone ringing is heard.]

    Alejna: Excuse me a moment. John, could you find the phone? I think it’s on the kitchen counter. [John deftly pulls out a phone from beneath a tower of credit card offers, catalogs, supermarket flyers and handouts on compuational linguistics, but a passing squirrel causes the tower to topple, temporarily burying Alejna.]

    Alejna: [emerging from the mountain papers, several minutes later.] Okay, where were we?

    American Hovel Magazine: I was just about to ask you some questions. I’m sure our readers would absolutely love to learn about how you…

    Phoebe: Waaah. Dipe. Waaah.

    Alejna, John: We’ll just be a moment. Please, help yourself to some snacks in the meantime. There should be plate of donuts under that laptop. We hope you don’t mind the squirrels.

    American Hovel Magazine: Um…thank you.

    [Alejna, John and Phoebe return several minutes later]

    Alejna: Sorry that took so long. We had a bit of a laundry landslide. But the good news is we found that we have another room that we’d forgotten about.

    American Hovel Magazine: Ah, how wonderful for you. I’ve just been dying to ask you about…

    [ding, dong…]

    Alejna: Excuse me just a moment…

    There’s a duck in the dishwasher.

    These are words I spoke soon after arriving home last night. “There’s a duck in the dishwasher.” And as is a common curse with those working in linguistics, I (sometimes) actually listen to the words that come out of my mouth. “There’s an unlikely sentence,” I said to John. And googling “duck in the dishwasher” in fact brings up only one (two if you count the archive of the same) hit, with the following line: “…and so before I clean the duck (in the dishwasher) I first have to squeeze the water out.”

    So I bring to you this duck in the dishwasher. My own duck in the dishwasher. (Thus increasing the frequency of the sequence of words “duck in the dishwasher” on the web.) And I hope to start a collection of highly improbable-sounding, but spontaneously and appropriately contextually-oriented, sentences. So if you have any to share with me, please do so. (Before you duck in the dishwasher.) (Did I mention I need to nap? Haven’t done that yet.)

    duck.jpg

    And by the way, this post is largely an excuse to set up my Technorati Profile.

    etiquette matters

    Dear readers,

    I greatly appreciate the the kind reponses to my earlier discussion of some matters of etiquette. Several of you have sent me queries on addtional points of etiquette, and I have felt that these deserve a more in-depth response than I was able to provide earlier. Below, please find the original queries, as well as my thoroughly researched responses.

    I will gladly accept further etiquette questions, which I may be able to address at a future date.

    Best regards,
    Ms. Mismanners

    jwbates wrote:

    Dear Mismanners:

    When is it appropriate to swear in a thank-you note? And which particular taboo words are appropriate?

    Please provide a corrected version of this letter:

    Dear Mr. and Mrs. Smith,

    Thank you for the damn teddy bear. Phoebe will certainly get many hours of enjoyment playing with it, until its damn eyes fall off and become a choking hazard.

    We greatly appreciate your generosity, and will remember you fondly on our trip to the damn emergency room.

    John, Alejna, and Phoebe

    jwbates additionally provided the following information:

    Please note that the above letter is merely representative, and does not refer in any way to any specific present Phoebe has received in this, or any other, holiday season. However, preparedness is essential, and I wish to fully understand the correct etiquette to be utilitized should this situation arise. I’m afraid that an off-the-cuff response may lead to shocking impropriety.

    Dear jwbates,

    I cannot improve upon the wording of your excellent letter. I think that you have a sound intuition about matters of etiquette, and that you should put your talent to work right away. Might I suggest that you compose thank you notes for various members of your family? I must add, though, that in writing thank you notes, it is customary for only the author of the note to sign the letter. (Therefore you should not include the names of your spouse and offspring.)

    bs wrote:

    Dear Mistress Manners,

    When you are walking in the rain, and a luxury car whose driver is undoubtedly distracted by the demands of his/her cell phone and/or iPod and/or breakfast hits the puddle at the side of the road just right so as to thoroughly soak you, is it more proper to scream “douchebag” or “asshole” at them? Also, is it worth it to throw your cup of coffee at them if this negates your reason for going out in the rain in the first place? Thank you for your time.

    Yours,
    BS

    Dear BS,

    As you are well aware, the etiquette of interactions between pedestrians and operators of motor vehicles is quite complicated. In cases such as the one you describe, where a driver of a luxury car causes a nearby pedestrian to become well acquainted with the contents of a puddle, the pedestrian may properly respond with several different responses. However, which response is most appropriate is dependent on a variety of factors, including geographic location of the incident, day of the week, and puddle circumference. If the incident takes place in a Midwestern US town on a Tuesday, and the puddle is large, “douchebag” is the most appropriate response, but “asshole” is the preferred term on a weekend. In large cosmopolitan cities such as New York, Boston or San Francisco, you may choose between “douchebag,” “asshole,” as well as alternatives such as “shit for brains,” “dickweed” or “squidnuts” to shout at the driver, no matter what day of the week.

    As for your question about throwing your cup of coffee, I would refrain from spilling your hard-earned beverage. In the rain, the coffee would likely rinse right off the offending luxury vehicle. Instead, it is best to be prepared for such cases by carrying along with you various bits of rotting fruit and vegetables, preferably tomatoes and lettuce, such as you might have ready for when you attend the theater or other stage production. Such colorful yet biodegradble items are much more likely to be noticed by the driver, and may become stuck in the vehicle’s windshield wipers.

    jeanerz wrote:

    Mismanners: Since I too have problems with writing timely thank you notes, is there ever a sufficient period of time that passes such where you should not write a thank you note? That is, is it ever _impolite_ to write a thank you note, given a long enough span of time?

    jeanerz

    Dear Jeanerz,

    Your question is on a very delicate matter. Other than a few really uptight individuals who need to get over themselves, people are generally happy to get a thank you note no matter how late. However, there are a few circumstances under which it is no longer polite to send a thank you note. For example, if the person whom you wish to thank is deceased, it is considered somewhat rude to send him or her a thank you note. (For a start, it is unusual for such people to leave a forwarding address.) Likewise, it may be considered rude to send a belated thank you note to anyone who has entered a witness protection program since the time of the original gifting. Another circumstance where a thank you note may be considered impolite is when enough time has elapsed such you have forgotten what the individual gave you, or what the occasion was, or who the person was. For example, the following letter would be inappropriate:

    Dear friend, relative and/or former co-worker,

    Thank you so much for the generous gift that you may or may not have given me for my wedding, twenty-fifth birthday, bat mitzvah, graduation, secret santa exchange, retirement party, or arbor day. I greatly treasure the sweater, chocolates or vase and wear it often, found them delicious or put it on my mantle with a bouquet of lupines. I hope that these past months, years or decades find you well and/or living.

    Sincerely and/or with much love,
    your friend, relative and/or former co-worker Sue