linguistics
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Embryodead and Embroidery
Sometimes, a text is born from a mistake. It’s been a while now, I was browsing through Spotify when I came across a song called Embryodead. But my eyes read something else: for a few seconds, I saw Embroidery. I smiled when I realized the mix-up, but the word never left my head. I’ve noticed this happens…
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Token and Tolkien
The other day I went to approve blog comments. In the middle of the messages, two curious comments appeared: knwqmtkwzhyeesvrwvgfueqojtpruv mjhxlkketykipjjuhllffxvxvrivqdo It wasn’t Portuguese. It wasn’t English. It also wasn’t Sindarin. For a few seconds, I thought some elf had tried to get in touch. Then I imagined an orc had tripped over the keyboard.…