Greek:
psi psi psi psi.
In fact, the Greek for pussy cat is ψιψίνα psipsina.
Greek:
psi psi psi psi.
In fact, the Greek for pussy cat is ψιψίνα psipsina.
In the world of scholarly consensus, the earliest fragment of a Greek New Testament gospel is Rylands Library Papyrus P52, containing a few lines of the Gospel of John, and dating anywhere between 125 and 170 AD. As one might expect, there’s a lot of controversy around the exact date. It’s a fragment of a papyrus codex (that is, book as we know it, not scroll, written on both sides); Christianity is believed to have popularised the codex over the scroll as a format.
The earliest complete text of a book of the New Testament is Papyrus 66, a papyrus codex of John, from around 200. The earliest complete New Testament is the Codex Sinaiticus, a parchment codex, dating from the 4th century.
Armenian.
Not because my wife’s Armenian. She doesn’t speak the language.
Not because the alphabet’s well-designed. I think all the letters look the same.
In fact, precisely because I think all the letters look the same. The results look like this:
Beautifully flowing. My time at the Matenadaran was the highlight of my time in Armenia.
Thanks to Abbas Ibrahimzadeh; I’ll steal his picture:
As we were told when we visited there, there are two segments to the needle, a larger one and a smaller one. They represent Western and Eastern Armenia.
Then we’d be properly acknowledging sign language speakers as our fellow citizens. Hell, even exposure once in your schooling would help with that.
And I’d be able to borrow my deaf neighbours’ ladder without them them shooing me away because they assume I’m a salesperson. (It happened the once.)
Plus, a lot more parents would use sign language with their hearing babies, because they can’t wait until they develop the motor skills to speak.
I was not aware that he’d died. I was even less aware of the conspiracy theories about his death.
I’d come across his books when I was looking at Arvanitika for my linguistics thesis. (My stuff on Balkan language contact ended up left out of the thesis, but I’m grateful for the opportunity to learn about Arvanitika and Aromanian.)
What I thought of him? Amateur, as I think of all Pelasgianists. Eager to prove his loyalty to Greece, like pretty much all Arvanites; I’m surprised from Aristidh Kola – Wikipedia to read that he was as Shqipëtar-friendly as he was. (I’m using Shqipëtar to mean Albania/Kosovo Albanian.)
What do I think of the conspiracy theories? Implausible. But I would think that.
Opprobrium is usually directed at the made-to-order Stalinist cantatas and film music. See for example Putting the Stalin in Shostakovich: pro-Soviet cantatas cause outrage. They are regarded as insincere, bombastic, and forced on him. People in the West know that they weren’t the kind of thing he took pride in, and prefer to ignore them.
I haven’t heard them, because, well, ditto. I’ll queue them up in YouTube today.
Proper nouns and common nouns.
For the rest, see Wikipedia.
Greeks got him from Turks; he’s much bigger, I noticed, in Cyprus than in Greece. I don’t know enough to compare with Nasreddin in Muslim countries, but in Greek accounts he’s a promulgator of often absurdist folk wisdom. “The argument over the mattress” is a journalistic cliché in Greece.
The argument over the mattress?
Glad you asked.
One night, two people were arguing outside Nasreddin Hodja’s house. Nasreddin got fed up with the fighting, and at his wits’ end, he threw his mattress at them to shut them up.
The two people promptly ran off with his mattress.
Nasreddin returned back to his wife.
“What was that all about?” she asked.
“Oh, they were arguing over who’d get the mattress.”
If you’d asked this question 100 years ago, Pegah, I could give you an interesting answer. Then again, if you’d asked this question 100 years ago, you would have been my sworn enemy, and there’d have been no Quora to ask me this through anyway.
Australia:
Australia is absurdly urbanised, and those of us in the cities really don’t know enough about those of us in the country—even though our national mythology is all about how the country is where the Real Australians are.
We do know they listen to country music. We know that they wear jeans even more than urban Australians do.
And we know they all wear hats.
You can tell Lee Kernaghan is a Real Australian. He’s a country singer. And he wears a hat. A real Australian Akubra hat.
McLeod’s Daughters all wore hats (some of the time). It was a soap set in the country, with empowered female leads. Who wore hats some of the time. And jeans.
… This *is* safe to show in Iran, isn’t it? 🙂
I haven’t seen many hats in country Victoria. But I don’t think country Victoria is where the Real Australians are. It’s more the fine food and wine provedore for Melbourne, where urban Australians go to eat nice things. (And it’s a provedore, because that’s the kind of snobs we are.)
The hats seem to be more a NSW/Queensland thing. With sheep stations. And a Wide Brown Land. And Country Music.
The agrarian populist politician Bob Katter is from Queensland. He always wears a hat:
Alas, I am an effete urban Australian. The closest I’ve ever come to wearing a Real Australian hat was when I was in Texas:
Howdy pardner.