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(73) La Rue de la Huchette
La Rue de la Huchette es una de las calles más viejas de la ciudad de París. Está ubicada en la ribera sur del río Sena (Rive Gauche de la Seine), en el V distrito de la ciudad. Es una calle peatonal entre el Boulevard Saint-Michel y la rue du Petit-Pont, famosa por su gran cantidad de restaurantes y su cercanía a la Catedral de Notre-Dame.
Creo que de tanto saltar esta Rayuela me he roto un pie. Queriendo enmendarlo, pensé en crear este lugar para darle mayor sentido a la vida de Oliveira y la Maga, Paris y Buenos Aires, y todas esas minuciosas referencias que aparecen en esta extraña novela de Cortázar.
Quiero darles imágenes, definiciones, traducciones de sus frases en francés, y darle una mayor vividez a ese mundo que ya es, por sí mismo, extremadamente rico; y si yo, en este proceso de explorador perdido, logro aprender algo útil o si quiera entender lo que estoy leyendo, me daré por bien servido.
Si alguien acaso tropieza con esta cuenta (anhelo profundamente que así sea), les deseo una lectura llena de grandes maravillas, el descubrimiento de una manera de hacer literatura que no tiene parangón, y espero también de todo corazón, que sea tan curiosa como Cortázar viendo un Axolotl.
Simultaneous interpreting be like
I have a friend who is dyslexic and one time he said “I put the sexy into dyslexia"and he waited for like thirty seconds and just went “fuck”.
you will be a person in your room and be like i need to listen to music or i will go crazy
jeb i think we just have adhd
being bilingual is just *knows meaning of word in your language but not the other* *cant explain it* *mental pause* *words that exist only in one language but not the other* *mixing languages mid sentance* *as you get better in one language you get worse in the other* *mental pause* *confusing meanings* *speaking both languages badly*
*people think you’re being pretentious and showing off that you’re bilingual because you don’t remember a word but you’re genuinely struggling*
What it’s like to live and work with 6 people of 5 different nationalities and none of you is a native English speaker
- desperately trying to explain to another coworker that your Bangladeshi flatmate is saying “pea shells” and not “bee shells” (“pea pods, du ved, ærte… skræller..? Ærtebælge!“)
- Tunisian guy says a French word. Everyone understands. French guy says “it’s the same in English”
- you forget the English word for strainer. You know it in German. Only your Austrian flatmate understands what you’re talking about.
- “according to my high school diploma I speak B1 French”
- Austrian forgets the English word for fork, but remembers it in Danish.
- “I don’t have the name in English” *tells us what an animal is called in Latin*
- 0 out of 6 people can remember what broom is called in English
- “fucking… she’s trying to kill me” – our Frenchman after tripping over the dishwasher
- *accidentally speaks Danish to non-Danish flatmate* *starts to say something in English to my family* *is spoken to in English by Danish flatmate*
- I tell the Frenchman to write leverpostej om the shopping list. He looks at me like he’s dead inside and writes pâté
- no one knows how to spell
- “what gender is apple in German?” “is book neuter or common gender in Danish?” *calls an inanimate object he or she* “what’s the plural of hus? Huser?”
- What are gendered genitive pronouns? I mean, who really knows? Not the French speakers, that’s for sure!
- everyone speaks 2 languages, most at least kind of speak 3.
- my English gets worse for every day that passes
-translating jokes from your native language to English makes for the best anti jokes. “A dwarf walks into a bar and the bartender asks him ‘Do you play cards?’ ‘No, I was born this way,’ the dwarf answers”
- Austrian: “ti, tyve….. uhhhh….. fyrre, halvtreds, tres, halvfjerds…. fjers?? ….. …?????? hundred.”
- “can you hand me the… Uhh… You know the, the thingy!” “The what?” “THE BOWL!”
- “You can’t name your child Valdemar, that’s the guy from Harry Potter!”
- I try to speak German and my Austrian roommate tells me that my accent is cute because I speak the hard German sounds so softly
- Frenchman imitates really bad French accent and it’s hilarious
- someone thought the Austrian was Scottish because she rolls her r’s
- “Share a coke with… Vendire… Veninerere…” “Veninderne” “Please tell me that’s not a name” “It’s means female friends”
- Høkeren -> hookeren
- *French speakers forget to pronounce an h*
- there’s a heated discussion about whether or not some penguins can fly. The argument immediately dissolves as it is revealed that in French auks are called penguins.
- you learn to never correct people unless they ask you to or you literally do not understand what they’re saying
- you translate an idiom from your own language into English. It’s the same in one of the other languages, but not in English. No one questions it.
- you borrow a flatmate’s Netflix. All the titles are in a language you don’t speak. FRIENDS is dubbed in German, so you turn on sous-titres. They’re in Bangla.
- “Santa Claus surprise”, the Frenchman cheerfully says about secret santa
- you try to talk about knitting with your roommates but you don’t know any of the proper terms in English. They try to talk about crotcheing in turn, but they don’t even know what that’s called.
- you have to disassemble the couch, so you send your roommate to get the tools for doing that. You never talk about the tools of which you don’t know the names, but she brings the right ones regardless.
- you say a sentence and someone repeats it back to you, mispronouncing one of the words because they’re certain you mispronounced it
- you somehow manage to hold a conversation in two languages at once
A hero in more ways than one
I NEVER KNEW THAT
Always always reblogging this if I see it on my dashboard
what if you woke up and found your blogtitle tattooed on your body
Well, life is hell, I guess
Today I’ve learnt that there’s a word in italian (”solare”) to describe a person who brights the room, who is warm and good and cheerful and worries about others and I think is so cute??? I love it
“Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.”
— Ernest Hemingway (via naturaekos)
“J'écris pour harmoniser les dissonances intérieures, pour faire taire le tumulte et le désordre de l'inertie. J'écris pour faire régner en moi le silence conscient de la paix revenue après la bataille [intérieure] du poème. J'écris pour me réconcilier avec moi-même.”
— Supervielle, Notes en vue d'un art poétique
annoying language thing: voice-over in a documentary over a language you understand, IN a language you understand. Please choose a language for me, my brain can’t choose when being confronted with two at the same time. And I end up not understanding any of it…
