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February 9, 2016 at 1:09 pm
Norman Spinrad Quote
February 9, 2016 at 4:52 pm
In countries where English isn’t spoken, there is no such thing as a ‘spelling bee’ competition. Interesting observation. I have been taking Spanish for a while. You can pretty much learn to pronounce Spanish correctly in a couple hour after learning a few diphthongs. Likewise you can readily spell it from spoken language. I would think English would be really hard to learn
https://aeon.co/essays/why-is-english-so-weirdly-different-from-other-languages
February 9, 2016 at 6:11 pm
Spaceman,
I taught English to students for whom it was a second language. It was not easy. English has weirdly spelled words, diphthongs, silent letters and exceptions to so many spellings. My students translated from their own language into English to further muddy the language. I go come meant I will return.
I found the article intriguing. Where words came from and how they morphed over time has always interested me. English has had so many intrusions from other languages and they seem to stick.
I took Chaucer, and it was, at first, a foreign language then it clicked. I could translate freely without the dictionary which had at first been my constant companion.
Peace Crops taught me Hausa where adjectives go after the word they describe. Gida na meant my house.
I wish that I was proficient, fluent, in another language.
February 9, 2016 at 4:54 pm
“Passengers in the waiting room of the Greyhound bus terminal.” 1943.
http://www.vintag.es/2015/07/pictures-of-people-traveling-by-bus-in.html
Cheers
February 9, 2016 at 6:31 pm
minicapt,
I find my photos through Google so I don’t usually see all of the set, just the one I need. This was a great site. I copied several pictures for my folder. One intrigued me. A woman was sitting among the riders and was breast feeding. I didn’t see a protest or a disgusted person. We are progressive in so many ways but not in this one.
February 11, 2016 at 8:35 am
Sounds like good stuff
February 11, 2016 at 11:38 am
Spaceman,
I do like my coffee strong but I’m not sure I like it this strong. I do like that tea spoon.