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Even in Harry Potter, a magical world, they thought Astrology was a joke
Conversations are efforts toward good relations. They are an elementary form of reciprocity. They are the exercise of our love for each other. They are the enemies of our loneliness, our doubt, our anxiety, our tendencies to abdicate. To continue to be in good conversation over our enormous and terrifying problems is to be calling out to each other in the night. If we attend with imagination and devotion to our conversations, we will find what we need; and someone among us will actâit does not matter whomâand we will survive.
Barry LĂłpez. (via kuanios)
life is so subtle sometimes that you barely notice yourself walking through the doors you once prayed would open.
idk whatâs funnier, pets with stereotypical human names like bryan and mckayla or pets with completely ridiculous names like hamburger and concrete
counterpoint- both, one of each. âthese are my cats, switchboard and gary.â
North American Purgatory, Marc Trujillo
oh myâŚ. god
Solomonâs Shield is the name of the app
OMG Download this!!!! Stop Police Brutality!
I was feeling kinda salty. Then this happened. I present to you:
The Process of Language Learning: A Visual Guide
Light falls of board walk, Eizin Suzuki
godddamn click thru the link sons
Lady knights and their trophies for MoCCA fest
me fall semester: wakes up at precisely 6am each morning, uses a planner, color codes notes, interacts with peers, has an overall positive outlook for the future
me spring semester: lying face down on the floor surrounded by overdue assignments, fiber one brownie crumbs stuck to my face, not sure if it's wednesday or sunday, waiting for the sweet release of death
for chinese new year they get all these famous actors and comedians together and they do a lil show and one of the comedians was like âi was in a hotel in america once and there was a mouse in my room so i called reception except i forgot the english word for mouse so instead i said âyou know tom and jerry? jerry is hereâ
jerry is here
my chinese teacher once shared this story in class about someone who went to the grocery to buy chicken, but they forgot the english word for it, so they grabbed an egg, went to the nearest sales lady and said âwhereâs the motherâ
When I was a teenager, we went to Italy for the summer holidays. We are German, neither of us speaks more than a few words of Italian. That didnât keep my family from always referring to me when they wanted something translated because âYouâre so good with languages and you took Latinâ. (I told them a hundred times I couldnât order ice cream in Latin, they ignored that.) Anyway, my dad really loved a certain cheese there, made from sheepâs milk. He knew the Italian word for âcheeseâ â formaggio â and he knew how to say âpleaseâ. And he had already spotted a little shop that sold the cheese. He asked me what âsheepâ was in Italian, and of course, I had no idea. So he just shrugged and said âIâll manageâ and went into the shop. 5 mins later, he comes out with a little bag, obviously very pleased with himself. How did he manage it? He had gone in and said â'Baaaahâ formaggio, prego.â
I was done for the day.
This makes me feel better about every conversation I had in both Rome and Ghent.
I once lost my husband in the ruins of a French castle on a mountain, and trotted around looking for him in increasing desperation. âHave you seen my husband?â I asked some French people, having forgotten all descriptive words. âHe is small, and English. His hair is the color of bread.â
I did not find my husband in this way.
In rural France it is apparently Known that one brings oneâs own shopping bags to the grocery store. I was a visitor and had not been briefed and had no shopping bag. I saw that other people were able to conduct negotiations to purchase shopping bags, but I could not remember the word for âbag.â
âCan I have a box that is not a box,â I said.
The checkout lady looked extremely tired and said, âUn sac?â (A sack?)
Of course. A fucking sack. And so I did get a sack.
I once was at a German-American Church youth camp for two weeks and predictably, we spoke a whole lot of English.Â
When I phoned my mom during week two I tried to tell her that it was a bit cold in the sleeping bag at night. I stumbled around the word in German because for the love of god, I could remember the Germwn word for sleeping bag.
âYeah so, itâs like a bag you sleep in at night?â
âAnd my mother must probably have thought I lost my mind. She just sighed and was like âSo, a Schlafsack, yes?â
Which is LITERALLY Sleeping sac ⌠The German word is a basically a one on one translation of the English word and I just⌠I failed it. At my mother tongue. BIG
My former boss is Italian and she ended up working in a lab where the common language was English. She once saw an insect running through the lab and she went to tell her colleagues. She remembered it was the name of a famous English band so she barged in the office yelling there was a rolling stone in the labâŚ
Iâm Spanish and have been living in the UK for a while now. I recently changed jobs and moved to a new office which is lost somewhere in the Midlandsâ countryside. Itâs a pretty quaint location, surrounded by forest on pretty much all sides, and with nice grounds⌠full of pheasants. I was pretty shocked when I drove in and saw a fucking pheasant strolling across the road. Calm as you please.
That afternoon I met up with some friends and was talking about the new job, and the new office, and for the life of me I couldnât remember the English word for pheasants. So I basically ended up bragging to my friends about âthe very fancy chickensâ we had outside the office.
Best thing is, everyone understood what I meant.
I love those stories so muchâŚ
Picture a Jewish American girl whose grasp of the Hebrew language comes from 10+ years of immersion in Biblical and liturgical Hebrew, not the modern language. Some words are identical, while others have significantly evolved.
She gets to Israel and is riding a bus for the very first time.
American:Â ××× ×××× ××? (âHow much money?â but in rather archaic language)
Bus Driver:Â ×Š×Ş× ×××××. (âTwo zuzimâ â a currency thatâs been out of circulation for millenia)
thatâs hilarious
I am officially screamlaughing at my desk from that last one OH MYÂ
When my parents were in Paris during their honeymoon, they went to a very upscale restaurant for dinner. My mom didnât know what one of the words on the menu meant, so she pointed to the word and asked the waiter âqu'est-ce que c'est?â The word was lamb, but the waiter didnât know the term in English, so he just said âle petit baaaaaâ
When I first got to Japan I was looking for free-range eggs but didnât have the vocabulary to ask properly, so I said âDo you have eggs from happy chickens that donât live in a box?â
Once I was talking to a French person who couldnât remember the English word for donkey - so he called it âa stubborn horse with long ears.â