Daffodils

So I ditched the gun classes. I figured I’d learned everything I’s going to learn, since there would be no practical component to the class. Since I hadn’t decided whether to apply for a licence, it’s not big deal. I only regret the course fee.

And yes, daffodils are blooming all over Vancouver, along with frothy pink mounds of cherry trees. The park across from my building would be a nice place to sit and read, if it weren’t filled with druggies most of the time.

Still doing reportage here at work (yawn). I really hope I can get back to doing something vaguely connected to linguistics. It has been promised for “a few months.” Several times over the last two years. I’ve been doing some interesting reading in statistical parsing. Turns out lexicalist statistical chart parsing uses exactly the same kinds of syntactic structures as Ilah Fleming’s version of Stratificational Grammar.