Some things simply can not be set aside. When I was younger, my girlfriend told me that she could speak any language. It was presented as the Rosetta Stone incarnate, able to break the language and grasp concepts in the general idea of what people are saying, regardless of the language they speak in.
For example, she once told me delgado meant “the cat” in Spanish. The difference between el gato and delgado is small, but even Helen Keller would be like “um, I am not sure about that.”
She tried to teach me this trick, resulting in a series of humiliating episodes multicultural. When I reported this back to her, she passed off as something I lost every need and to try harder, or maybe I just was not as capable of learning another language . I tried, even incorporating its ability to translate license plates apparently randomized to learn the trick to read between the lines in any situation.
For example, 3MDB965 gain a dialogue like this:
“OK, this guy in front of us had two brothers and they are all doctors. And the oldest is three years older than the middle and the middle one is one year older than the youngest. And they like fish. “
It is really funny that the first hour of the car in Vegas. But as a kid, I suppose she told me the truth about these things. It seemed to be the most intelligent woman in the world and she knew everything, or enough information about everything it could from the rest wrong. Maybe she knew absolutely nothing, but it’s really convincing.
Anyway, she passed it on to me. I do not need to know anything of the facts, I can feel the truth. The strange thing is that I am usually right even when I have no idea what I say, or if I still remember what I told you once I say.
It does not matter if it’s true or not, I find myself still trying to understand people speaking in other languages. If someone asks me if I can speak Spanish, I always say, I can understand that. This is the case if the only thing you want to know is if I like ham and tennis in the library.
Last year I went to Mexico and was surprised to see how much I understand. Lizzy I said that I wanted to learn to speak french, and she began learning french phrases me she thought would be helpful. The first was, what’s that these balls? Meaning “what are those little balls?”
When Eddy wanted to learn the french, Lizzy j’dore started with him, but quickly lost patience, leaving him with a sentence to brutalize and misuse.
“J’dore trance mode”
“J’dore Trader Joe’s chicken barbecue pizza”
“J’dore you”
He got real old, real fast. And soon I join in.
“J’Eddy, j’fucking can you cut it out?”
“Make a j’left on j’Fairfax”
“J’I hatred j’shitty my job”
“She’s a j’bitch”
Although the heart of Lizzy was in the right place, I need a certain direction better if I was going to learn the language. I recruited Justin, who has taught at Paris for two years to teach me the french. I spent more than half of the first lesson to criticize his teaching techniques, I would say learn quickly is he did not speak any English, or if we should start with numbers and letters instead of verbs, or simply questioning of his years of experience have taught him.
At the end I picked up the language enough to convince me a quick introduction to the French would have a momentum intuitive. I practiced by saying that he and she in the car as if I was going to pick up naturally other words falling from the sky as if they were waiting at lights or carried in a breeze.
My resolution for 2008 is to learn the french and three months of it, I just know enough to have a conversation in french on the first letter of the alphabet, providing the question and the answer was limited to the first letter of the alphabet.
Last weekend, my mother and I were trying to give a personalized plate that has not been customized to everyone, and that night I went online and ordered the Rosetta Stone courses language. From charm and is to guess my way of life, genetics, I tend to read codes exist in the responses.
And really, that j’fuck.
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