#angos

[adventurewithben]

Osk-am-omi eleteo wedi.

How do you say Black Lives Matter in your conlang?

[cravingsatmidnight]

Mangoes are juicy stone fruit from numerous species of tropical trees. They’re native to South Asia, from where the “common mango” has been distributed worldwide to become one of the most widely cultivated tropical fruits. It’s the national fruit of India, Pakistan & the Philippines, and the national tree of Bangladesh. Mangoes have been cultivated in South Asia for thousands of years and reached Southeast Asia between the 5th and 4th centuries BCE. By the 10th century CE, cultivation had begun in East Africa. The 14th-century Moroccan traveler Ibn Battuta reported it at Mogadishu, East Africa. Cultivation came later to Brazil, Bermuda, the West Indies, and Mexico. Almost half of the world’s mangoes are cultivated in India, 2nd-largest source being China. They are also grown in Andalusia, Spain, as its coastal subtropical climate is one of the few places in mainland Europe that permits the growth of tropical plants and fruit trees. The Canary Islands are another notable Spanish producer. Other cultivators include North America (South Florida and California’s Coachella Valley), South and Central America, the Caribbean, Hawai'i, parts of Africa, Australia, China, South Korea, Pakistan, Bangladesh, and Southeast Asia. Though India is the largest producer, it accounts for less than 1% of the international mango trade as India consumes most of its own production.

[adventurewithben]

Ok you gotta admit, my featural alphabet looks pretty cool right? The letters are in the figure at the bottom: yieaouw ptk c bdg l fsh mn

[adventurewithben]

I couldn’t sleep so here’s a short passage in a new featural alphabet for my conlang.

[adventurewithben]

Apparently my auxlang works with Hangul! Neat!

[adventurewithben]

wo me oma safal-omo lae fe seyni kalayo. lo me ansa: don bat-panaos lae ede telo te esa ine lahol-eyfo… nife le los, dafe noyo, banu te patyana, tae tayli kaos lae lis senyos mwe hubos lae te polia ye dimesi kaos lae netana ede senso, le los bokaa lae lis kam-omo me yada fi le senso lae olose eleteas, lae te isala dafe fi le om-sanatos, mano lae dimesu milala le los mwe haleto lae dala alo:

ye dafe opolos, tae le fi kalimos: “wi namo osimandiaso, mono de le mono: wia wi le kamos, makti le omo, ye tapya hopo!” mice tae neos. Nife le taylos fe bali kicilos, wakali ye palani ayni lefeli noyo weseu patyana

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert... near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:

And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away