I read the HPSG book when I was 20. I was utterly enchanted by it. “Ivan Sag” was a big name in shining lights then, and Stanford was a supremely cool and magical faraway place.<\/p>\n
Fast forward: Ivan Sag turns out to be an extremely nice guy with a Hammond organ and a bunch of band equipment LITERALLY in his GARAGE, and that’s where we meet for band practice. Ivan introduces me to Linda Ronstadt, and I kind of learn how to improvise and be in a rock and roll band.<\/p>\n
Then Ivan Sag generously agrees to supervise my dissertation, and supports me happily and open-mindedly through my twists and bends as I finally start to find myself. Makes a profound and lasting difference on my life. Also teaches me to horizontally align asterisks properly and avoid having too much whitespace after periods in LaTeX.<\/p>\n
And now I’m halfway across the world discovering new things and missing being able to bounce ideas off of Ivan. I really really wish I could have come to the IvanFest. (I had tickets booked but then was forced to cancel despite great sadness about it.) But I virtually raise my glass in honor of Ivan, hero of my linguistic youth, band-mate, advisor, friend, and inspiration!<\/p>\n
Eg\u00e9szs\u00e9gedre! \u00a0(whole-ness-poss.2sg-to; `to your health’ backwards)<\/p>\n
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I read the HPSG book when I was 20. I was utterly enchanted by it. “Ivan Sag” was a big name in shining lights then, and Stanford was a supremely cool and magical faraway place. Fast forward: Ivan Sag turns … Continue reading