How did you get here?

[Miranda]

I actually didn't Google this page. I used Bing to search for forums about linguistics and then Hypography.com's linguistics section popped up.

[Tormod]

Cool. We're seeing a lot of traffic from Bing recently.

[crazzycat]

love to science and google)))

[alexander]

oooh i never had a go at answering this very question.

It was a dark, gloomy night. The moon, that would have normally been so bright and full, dousing the earth with its floury reflection like a mild flood light, was hidden by a thick cloud cover; masking it's crator-lined chorisma, the scars by which humanity was made possible. It was late, perhaps it wouldn't seem that for those in cities that never sleep, but even for those people it was late. I was perched on a raft, half-concious, with only light sprays of waves braking on the side of the mast, lightly dousing my mind with random information kept the subtle feeling of light consciousness from fading away into the night. The raft was riding up and down the waves, following the general flow as it raced through a series of pipes, from the west coast, to the east, then europe, now and again going outside the bounds of visible spectrum but nevertheless, it was all always bound to come back to it's point of origin, the center of it's little universe, circling back with quite predictable periodicity. All i needed to do was to hang on, to jump out in the middle is to find yourself in a universe you had not yet even begun to imagine, most likely dying of boredom and stupidity it would be like deeming oneself to forever suffer. It was at that moment, when everything seemed to almost fade away that the raft jerked, and caught on a small island. There was so much information there, packed so densely that it was hard enough to walk on. It felt like an island, but an island that grew and morphed around you to make itself somehow better, somehow inviting. I quickly charted it's location, because i knew that this island was much too interesting to research, but hard though it may be, also fragile, exposed to the rest of the turbulent tube wars it would crumble, but as it was, walking seemed something that would keep one from loosing conciousness.

and that's how i ended up here....