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serves me right, i suppose
So everything is done except for this One Last Reference that I have to check (I have the source, but not the page number) and explain why I only smoothed the data for x≤2 instead of x≤5. No problem, I thought; I'll just go back to Blackwell's, where I checked all my references yesterday, because who has the time to wait for things to come up from the Bodleian stacks? (For the non-Oxonians: some books are on shelves in libraries and no problem; but the great Bodleian is great in part because things aren't out where people can get their grubby hands on them, so you have to order things up from the stacks, which takes no less than about four hours. Business hours, y'understand. By the time I would have made the request, I wouldn't see the book until 11 tomorrow morning.)
Blackwells, despite their website saying the thing is in stock and Oxford being the flagship store, doesn't have the book. Curses. So I go buy my paper and extra ink cartridges, and I stop at the Taylorean on the way home, because that's where the linguistics library is, and as the book is called Speech and Language Processing, it makes sense that they'd have it, right? I don't want to hike up the four flights of stairs, but I can't get away with only giving the book title and not the specific reference.
The fucking Taylorean doesn't have the fucking book. Both Bod copies are in place, for all the good that does me, and there are three copies at the ComLab, where a friend of mine is doing his DPhil, but they're all out, and there's a copy in each of ten colleges of which I'm not a member, and --
Hey.
There's a copy in my own college library, downstairs from where I live. Score. (Now there's a copy on my desk. [g])
It serves me right, I say, because in five terms and one week, I think that's the second or third time I've ever been in that library, and certainly the first time I've ever cared what books were in there. Whee!
Blackwells, despite their website saying the thing is in stock and Oxford being the flagship store, doesn't have the book. Curses. So I go buy my paper and extra ink cartridges, and I stop at the Taylorean on the way home, because that's where the linguistics library is, and as the book is called Speech and Language Processing, it makes sense that they'd have it, right? I don't want to hike up the four flights of stairs, but I can't get away with only giving the book title and not the specific reference.
The fucking Taylorean doesn't have the fucking book. Both Bod copies are in place, for all the good that does me, and there are three copies at the ComLab, where a friend of mine is doing his DPhil, but they're all out, and there's a copy in each of ten colleges of which I'm not a member, and --
Hey.
There's a copy in my own college library, downstairs from where I live. Score. (Now there's a copy on my desk. [g])
It serves me right, I say, because in five terms and one week, I think that's the second or third time I've ever been in that library, and certainly the first time I've ever cared what books were in there. Whee!
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The occurrence of redundant pronouns in agreement phrases by second language learners of American Sign Language.
Heh.
*geeky*