from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- n. A group of Native American peoples inhabiting an area of the Coast Ranges of northern California.
- n. A member of this group.
- n. Any of the seven languages of the Pomo.
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- proper n. An indigenous population native to Northern California.
- proper n. The family of languages of this people.
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- n. a member of an Indian people of northern California living along the Russian River valley and adjacent Pacific coast
- n. the Kulanapan language spoken by the Pomo
"Pomo" philosophers such as Derrida, Rorty, Foucault, Hacking, or Putnam would probably argue not that we haven't reached objectivity yet, but that it's a silly idea.
I used a 26.48-ounce box of chopped 100 percent tomatoes Pomo brand from Italy
Programmed during Orientation Week, they are now fresh, submissive meat upon which the Pomo-Marxist-secularists can more easily work their evil will.
B/C Pomo right-wingers use this dichotomy to say, hey, this balanced-piece from Washington Post journalist X is the liberal side and William Kristol is the conservative side.
Hagège delights in describing, for example, a native American language known as central Pomo, which has "a completely original conception of objects", and "five different verbs . . . to designate the act of sitting down".
The Native American Pomo people gathered in this place and they called it Sanel SHA -nel living in complete harmony with the land.
This week's episode of Amazon Wire features an interview our former classical music (and books) editor Tom May and I (mostly Tom!) did with Alex Ross, the classical music critic for The New Yorker who, as we laugh about in the interview, was recently celebrated by one blogger in a post called (tongue just barely in cheek) "Pomo Pied Piper Saves the Western Canon."
On the side that didn't win was a Berkeley developer with plans for a billion dollar casino resort at the headlands, a small band of Pomo Indians hoping to break into urban gaming, and an even smaller band of environmentalists willing to cut a multi-million dollar deal with them just before Richmond was to vote on the casino.
The are few more annoying features of our new Pomo overlords than their penchant for celebrating communication failure, and their evident imagination that a truly empathetic community can be maintained on such thin gruel.
Pomo rhetoric becomes long on emotionalism, ad hominem, and so on, and it becomes short on logic and evidence.