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epitome of incomprehensibility
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The class felt incomplete, like it the discipline itself wasn't quite well-formed. At least, I was uncertain in it. the uncertainly morphing power ranger. And I struggled to draw trees. It wasn't like in syntax where we were always drawing trees, and I wasn't sure just what was expected.
But it's squished between two things, phonology and syntax. Leading to the bread getting stuck to the filling, creating lumpy things like morphophonology.
I wanted to hear more about distributional morphology, which combined word-shaping with sentence-shaping, even as I professed not to care about it. Not to anyone in particular, it's just that I got a self-made mini-song stuck in my head when I was putting dishes away:
Distributional morphology
Oh, it doesn't mean a thing to me.
Distributional,
Oh! Distributional,
Distributional morphology!
It wasn't as funny as the bluesy "Xylitol Mama," but I came up with that one when I was actually washing dishes. To get the good songs, you have to get your hands wet and sudsy first.
Anyway, I'm finally finished this course, so I owe blather some more shit_linguistics_profs_say.
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