(b)logophile

Via languagelog comes this magnificent retelling of a well-known story. Do listen to it, and see if you can read along at the same time.

This morning at seven the police cleared out a nest of junkies from the tumbledown shed in our front yard. At least, that’s what we thought they were doing.

I’ve been telling people lately about a new instrument I’ve fallen in love with: the baglamas (Gr. μπαγλαμάς). It’s a tiny version of a bouzouki11. Not the same as a Turkish baglama, which is roughly the same size as the bouzouki although I’ve no idea how it’s tuned. [↪], intended to complement my mandola Marama22. [...]