Great concert, seats and venue. She was super nice.
Me: So, I'm gonna do the stupid tourist thing and ask for your autograph.
Her: Do you have something to write on? (takes paper and writes)
Me: Are you writing something mean? (turning to girl next to her) Is she writing something mean, like in high school?
Her: (laughing and shaking my hand) Thanks for coming, Logan.
Have more stories for you; saw a great flick, baked a ham, and cut another friend loose.
Suppose I'll tell mosta them to y'next week.
The cutting of the friend, I'll tell you now. In a nutshell, your friends're the family y'choose. When you're a kid, y'choose them cause your mom tells you to or they got the locker nexta yours. Whatever.
But as an adult, there's really only one reason to call someone your friend - Someone's your friend if you can answer this in the affirmative: Will this person, to his/her own detriment, look out for me?
If you can, do the same for them. If you can't, cut em loose.
Spent the last four days cranking on a project. Just submitted it to the client a sec ago. So here I am with you, like old times.
Spoke to another old friend used to see every day. Lost touch, as things go. She had some static that I heard about so dropped her a line.
Her: Y'know, you gave me advice about things that I tell people to this day.
Me: Like what?
Her: (thinking) Well, a long time ago, I used to have to walk through this sketch alley to get home so I carried a knife with me. You told me to carry a small metal pen instead and showed me how to use it. I've been telling people that for years.
Me: (laughing) No kidding!
Her: (laughing) Yep. Plus I tell all my girlfriends so there's a group of women here in San Fran that carry metal pens, all because of you.
Recalled another girl that dropped me a note a while ago thanking me for something I wrote once. Suppose it's like that Donne poem, y'know - islands and alla that.
Funny how the things we say and do live on beyond our memory of them. It's good t'be thought of kindly.
YASYCTAI: Call up an old friend for no real reason. (45 mins/1 pt)
Thanks for the birthday wishes. Won't be calling on you again until a year from now.
My brother came with his girlie from Cali for my bday. No decent pizza round his parts so we hit up our local Queens pizza jointa as well as John's and Patsy's.
As for my bday, didn't really do much - some dim sum and then in bed by 11PM. Heartgirl's not about the dim sum.
Kept thinking he had a chance, if he just let it go for a year or so. But at some point, y'muck around with a scar too long and it doesn't heal. The very definition of clingy is that which clings. And no one wants that which clings.
Suppose parta why worry about him's cause I easily coulda been him with my ex. I mean, I lived with the girl; saw her ever day for four years. Then one day - *poof* - she's gone. Saw her again twice in four years.
She never came back and I never waited for her to.
See, y'can't plead, argue, beg, or logic your way into someone's life.
Heartgirl got me an iPad. She's lovely - both the iPad and Heartgirl.
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Him: So why is oriental offensive to people?
Me: (shrugging) Three reasons, I suppose:
1. It means east, which implies easta someth'n, and if we're east, then easta who? 2. It picks up connotations just like any word does. Like there's nuthin wrong with the word piss, it's just the monosyllabic Anglo-Saxon waya saying the polysyllabic Latin urination. But connotations, y'know? (pause) And 3. it's a rug dude, something you walk on. Would you wanna be called something that people wipe their feet on?
Him: (laughing) No, I suppose not.
Met up with onea the fellas that I brought to court recently - not this idiot but his landlord - and cost me some Manhattan real estate. Nice guy, actually.
Adulthood's funny.
People you war with today, y'might find sitting across a peach-coloured couch in the future, discussing the finer points of etymology. The key's to not just fight hard but honorably. And when the fighting's over, just move on.
He gets props cause he fought a good fight. If things were different, we mighta been friends.
Speak'na adulthood, 37 on Saturday. Way closer to 40 than 20. Luckily, there's rum in my not-too-distant future to soften the blow.
For thosea you reading me for a while, you know the drill - wanna know if anyone's still reading besides the four or five stalwart commenters I got.
Merriam-Webster says that a gentleman is a man whose conduct conforms to a high standard of propriety or correct behavior.
Recently on ABC, report Brad Garrett on GMA, said about the scumbag that raped and killed seven-year old Somer Thomson "Law enforcement does not have time to keep track of people like this gentleman."
Could someone please buy Mr. Garrett a copy of MW or the OED and dog-ear "gentleman" and "scumbag" for him.
Evidently, he can't tell the difference.
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Went out to see the girl's family for dinner this past weekend. There's little better than a home-cooked meal.
It's a bit remarkable how different life is just an hour's drive from the city. There're deer there my friends, deer.
Onea of the most positive things about alla this blogging're the glimpses into lives so different than my own.
Mark Twain said that travel's fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness....Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.
Another quote I like's by Letterman, who said that Wherever we've traveled in this great land of ours, we've found that people everywhere are about 90% water.
Sometimes, think I've lived a rather sheltered life. Fella I know's off to fight a war ina dusty and dangerous place and another's come back. They've my appreciation and respect.
Grew up in quiet appreciation of Reagan saving the world and Giuliani saving my hide.
But George W. Bush's speechwriter David Frum noted that the Republican party went horribly wrong when they took the track of convincing people that the Democratic Party was looking to kill babies and grandmothers. They got the very dregs of the party.
Y'know why people become a genre of a person? The liberal flower power girl, the bow-tie wearing conservative? Cause it makes hard decisions easy. Simply parrot what the person to the right (or left) of you is saying and say it with enough umbrage that no one will question you.
Answering with reasoned thought seems to not be in vogue any more. Politics has chosen to let people who respond as children - with anger, hatred, and ranting - set the scene for discourse. And if I say anything, I'm not a true Republican.
It appears Nixon wasn't a true Republican either, as it was his plan Obama passed. Nor is Yale educated Frum. Nor is conservative Harvard educated speechwriter, Ben Stein.
If Sarah Palin represents the best of what we can offer, take my business elsewhere, thank you.
One more stupid fact: what we call cream cheese is actually the screw up of an old French cheese called Neufchâtel. But what we call light cream cheese is actually Neufchâtel.
My point's essentially the same point as the last entry: that I don't care what you call it. Things are what they are.
YASYCTAI: Try to make your next argument as dispassionate as possible. (60 mins/2 pts)
In Underworld, the final words of onea the main character's, "My will is done, regardless."
When Bush was president, he made some jaw-droppingly poor choices, yes. But he also quietly tripled AIDS help to Africa. $9 billion to a continent where the average adult survives on $1,968 annually. He deserves recognitiona that. But the people that hate him don't wanna hear it.
Now it's flipped with Obama.
Consider the health care bill; the actual form of the bill's closest to the one that Nixon - the prototypical Republican - tried and failed to pass in 1974.
It's a universal health care paid by a sliding scale to help small business-owners and entrepreneurs, the backbone of the Republican party. Here's Nixons plan in his own words.
The current plan's shockingly similar.
And yet, cause it was introduced by the Democratic party, it's denounced by the same party that introduced it in 1974.
Prejudice in its simplest form, has nuthin to do with race, creed, or religion.
It has to do with making an uninformed decision.
Not married to any one ideology, my decisions're made on the best available information at the time. It's a reasoned way to live.
Stay away from those that're convinced they're right. Cause reason has no place in their world. And unreasonable people're dangerous. Insert my fave Nietzxche quote here.
As for health care, don't care that it's a Republican bill passed by the Democratic party or vice versa. My will's done, regardless.
YASYCTAI: Reason with your unreasonable friends. Then stop if they can't admit they might be wrong. (years/2 pts) www.loganlo.com
NYC's expensive but my friends and I've been here so long that we know where to go when the scratch's barely there - or non-existant.
Take Curry Row for example; just wrote about it for an LJ Group I read.
There, for about $9, including tax and tip, you don't gotta unwrap or open your food, cloth napkins, and silverware madea some kinda metal.
Every place's got a joint like this, yeah? Where's your goto place for cheap decent eats?
Anywho, met up with a buddy of mine still smarting over the loss of his girlie. Always preface any advice I give with, "Could be wrong, but doncha think..."
Cause, really, what do I know?
On that point, irritated cause someone gave advice to a buddy of mine that wasn't just wrong; it woulda seriously made him sick cause it woulda resulted in him eating undercooked chicken.
Advice's usually worth crap. Cause people usually give it, feel good about themselves, and go on their merry way. The listener of said advice hasta deal with the consequences.
If you're not sure, don't say anything or at least say, "Could be wrong, but dontcha think..."
Say whatcha want about my profession - a lawyer's just not permitted to give BS advice. He's got a duty to say either, "I don't know," or risk his license.
It's that lawyer in me that has to document every claim I make - like in this blog with alla my ridiculous links. Annoying, yes, but feel I gotta.
Whenever y'take any advice, always ask if the person's just giving it cause they wanna or if they actually know what they're talking about.
Even Especially me.
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Administrative note: Not gonna be publishing for a week. Tell y'about it March 16th - cya then?
Was wondering why this song - which rocks - didn't get much airplay. Then I saw the video. Least it's a good song.
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Always kinda surprised by the people that marry their high school sweethearts.
If I married my high school/college girlfriend, woulda had one totally miserable person here in NYC.
I wouldn'tve been too happy either.
People go through massive changes from 15-21, again at 25-30, and once again at 30. The issue arises when one person changes one way and the other, another.
Elizabeth Gilbert said it best, Marriage is not a game for the young. Janeane Garofalo said someth'n like, imagine being married to the person who's sole qualification was that they had the locker next to yours.
Been having a series of parallel conversations with three different people. Alla them're very prouda the fact that they're the same person as they were in the past.
But suppose y'believe the earth is flat. And despite all evidence to the contrary, your answer's that you've always believed the world's flat and that's just how it's gonna be.
Put another way, why should the beliefs of a 16-year-old - when my buddy decided on something - rule the mind of a 35 year-old, his age now?
Are you better or worse if y'can say, I value the acquisition of knowledge above all else?
On yet another related point, become a man without a political party. The choice seems to be between a group enamored of their own ignorance and another inhibited by their own incompetence.
Gonna write in my mom as a candidate next year; if nuthin else, she'll stay until the job gets done and save taxpayer money by bringing her own coffee.
As I once said, all emotional pain comes when your expectation of reality doesn't match reality. A guy who knows his wife's cheating on him regularly isn't all that twisted when he catches them in the act, cause he was prepared for it.
So my buddy in the last entry's having a hard time dealing with his breakup. Makes sense - breakups're hard. This whole blog came about from my last major breakup.
But to make it easier - the pain that is - I changed my map of the world.
Imagine y'had the job of erasing the word "Broadway" from every map you got. That's a tough task. And when you're done, the faint lines of the word'sre still there. But it's gone for the most part.
Dunno if y'know this, but I paid for law school fixing computers and networks.
A computer doesn't actually read a whole harddrive to find the data it wants, it has a map, a table of contents, that lists every file it has. When you want a file, it looks it up on the map, goes to where it is, and pulls it out.
When it deletes a file, all it does is erase that one line on its map. The file's still there, it just doesn't know it.
When you wanna get a file back, you can sometimes cause it can figure out what on the map's changed.
My buddy won't erase his map. I don't blame him. It's heartbreaking and hard.
But Broadway's gone. He's gotta scrub his map. If she comes back, that's great, the faint lines'll be there and he's got a semi-clean map ready for her.
If she doesn't, well, he's still got a semi-clean map to work with.
Either way, a semi-clean map's a good thing.
Only the stalker and the starkers say that Broadway's there when it's not.
The unlucky are nothing more than a frame of reference for the lucky, Mr. Fisher. You are unlucky so I may know that I am not. Unfortunately, the lucky never realize they are lucky until it's too late. Take yourself for instance. Yesterday you were better off than you are today, but it took today for you to realize it. But... today has arrived, and it's too late, you see?
So another kid - a girl - killed herself causea cyberbullying. Do y'know about Lori Drew, the 47-woman that convinced this 13 year old girl into hanging herself? She got off cause the laws never thought that a bored housewife'd torment a kid to death just for kicks over wire.
It's a bitter thing to read cause I've lived almost three times longer than her and still feel like I'm a kid.
Wish y'waited. Cause y'grow up and wonder why people you barely remember ever affected you so much. Then they find you on some social-networking site and y'think, "Man, they look terrible!" and start to believe in karma but then change your mind.
Maybe that's just me.
Honestly wonder what people like Lori Drew tell themselves to make it alright for them to sleep at night.
Me: Can't speak for you but I spend 80-90% of my waking hours in fronta something that glows.
Her: What?
Me: The times I'm not in fronta something that glows - a phone, ipod, television, computer screen, camera screen - is vastly outnumbered by the times that I am.
In the last entry, told you that I had dinner with a buddy. During that dinner, mentioned this change in the law and how it affects ISPs. He's a reporter and he actually wrote an article about it this week and he just told me that it's their top tech/legal story.
Unfortunately, I'm not permitted to discuss the matter. But it's strange reading your own words as an anonymous contributor to a decent-sized story.
Speakinga dinners, had dinner with someone else this week and I mentioned this quote by David Allen. Said that 50 years ago, 80% of us made our living by making or moving something. Y'knew when the job was done when there was nuthin left to make or move.
Now, something like 90% of us think for work. Or try to look like we're thinking.
Point being that, it's harder to know how to do the job and when the job's done without having a final work product. Like if I write a legal memo, the thinking never ends.
Guess that's why I like fencing or wrestling - cause, y'know right away if y'got the job done or not. There's a definitiveness that I don't get anywhere else.
So despite bein old'n creaky, get up every few days for some kid to beat the snot outta me.
In related news, I'm outta ibuprofen.
YASYCTAI: See if there's a kali school near you. Y'might like it. (45 mins/1 pt)
If y'read the bible, you'll see that Jesus only got pissed - seriously pissed - with one group, the Pharisees. They were the religious elite, the ones who looked down on those that weren't doing the willa God. They said who was good and evil.
Do it for yourself, if for nuthin else. $10 in exchange for feeling like you've helped in some way is a bargain, man. It's a steal.
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Returning to our regularly scheduled nuthin, feel like I let y'down Jaerik, writing two ranty blog entires in a row.
Sorry dude. I'll stop now. To make it up to you, I'm gonna pimp your new game - which is honestly, quite awesome.
If you're on FB, do a search for "islandlife" and prepare to be impressed.
Speakinga pimping; had this hidden entry where I asked people to send in a pic of themselves singing for Caffeineguy, who also let me know of the Snopes link above.
Here's what he did with it, the talented bastard:
The chick at 0:12 is my fave part of the vid.
YASYCTAI: $10 bucks! The costa two burgers and fries at McD. Do it. (1 min/2 pt)
Was recently mocked for being a 36 year-old man that carries the baggage of his 17 year-old self. Probably true.
Heard on the news that the woman that Roman Polanski raped when she was a child forgives him. Wonder what the child versiona her woulda thought.
There's this line in A Tree Grows in Brooklyn that says of kids tormenting other kids, exactly as they themselves were, They learned no compassion from their own anguish. Thus their suffering was wasted.
To paraphrase my friend Somena, the hard parta life's knowing mucha your past to bring with you inna your future. Enough so that you're better for it, not so much that it hollows y'out.
Cause he's a minority and, I suspect, probably a geek as a kid. And we minority geeks are bullied in the most spectacular fashion. Emmy award winning. Yet he's learned nothing from it.
Never did tell you what happened, did I?
Without her knowing, he picked up HG's phone and randomly dialed numbers to make them think that HG was calling. And when they'd pick up, he'd essentially just laugh at them for thinking a pretty girl would call them.
Guessing he didn't think I'd end up her boyfriend.
He's awfully brave for someone on the phone. Told him I hoped that he'd get the opportunity to say to my face what he said on the phone. And of course, he'll say what they all say, I was drunk, I was kidding, blah-blah-blah.
Funny - been hammered enough times, and yet not once did I turn inna a lout.
Still, justa refresh his memory - and cause he just happened to move a block from me - he's said I'm not a man. And he'd show me what a real man's like. OK, I'm in.
Cause an old bully's the worst kind; the kind that's taken nonea his torment with him.
Evidently, the socially correct way to deal with this typea situation is to justa let it slide. Not mention it again. As luck would have it, never had many friends growing up so I never learned that.
Look, can't let it slide. Cause I owe that fat kid y'see up there. Call it stupid or insane, but I owe it to him to remember what it was like to be tormented. I owe it to him to remember him.
So yes, Shawn. Show me what a real man's like.
Without a hint of sarcasm or irony, I'd like to see that.
YASYCTAI: Remember what you promised yourself. (60 mins/2 pts)
Have y'noticed the disturbing trend in commercials and movies where people're in a car and then another car comes outta nowhere and just smashes them up? I can relate.
S'for the shock value, yeah. But it does illustrate a point: y'never can tell what's gonna happen, good or bad.
Finally got some significant scratch from a gig I did ages ago. Cannot tell you how excited I was about that.
But then another, unpleasant, thing popped up unexpectedly from a different area of my life. And I'm back to square one.
Me: Y'know me, I'm a vault. Nuthin you've ever told me in a decade's ever come out.
Him: (sarcastically) Yeah right, what about that time you got hammered on Scotch and you told everyone about...wait a sec, that was me.
Me: Sheyeah...
Ran around Chinatown today and stopped by Rain's. He and I're somewhat unique in that we both got enormous NYC pads despite, or perhaps resulting in, our never having any coin.
Now he's got dogs now running all over the joint. Not a dog person myself. Not an animal person in general - unless they're slow roasting with some lemon and salt. Kidding! (sorta)
Y'know, this book Animals Make Us Human says that all animals are wired to feel four emotions - three negative and one positive. They wanna avoid:
Cattle, apparently, are pretty happy cause they got all four.
Think we're the same way. Said it before, the purpose of life is to have purpose. Realized tonight that my best friend was missing having a goal and that was getting to her.
Back to Rain, we (sorta) got a new goal - pitched him another non-income producing art project along the lines of Bachelor Cooking and 72nd to Canal - and he seemed to be pretty positive about it.
Lemme piece something together and we'll see what happens.
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Also in the book is that, apparently, we never know what cats're thinking cause they don't have eyebrows.
YASYCTAI: What are your goals for the day? Week? Month? Year? (60 mins/2 pts) www.loganlo.com
Me: At dusk, the 7 train would be packed with Asian teenagers. That's totally fake.
Just saw the remake of Pelham 123 - the last scene shows someone riding the 7 train pretty much by his lonesome. The 7 train, in the early evening, is never that empty. Moreover, even when it is slightly empty, there's always a dozen or so Asian teenagers on board at any given time.
I should know, I was onea them growing up.
1 hour 14 minutes into the film, there was a single shot of an Asian for a second.
Not onea those Asian activists - in fact this may be my only post in three years that even discusses what I am and not who I am - but it does bug me when we're completely figuratively whitewashed outta of a movie.
Then again, it doesn't really matter to me. Cause film's all fantasy anywho. Reality is, we're all up in this joint.
Funny thing is, who's fantasy is it where you see onea us for only a second?
Have you met us? We're lovely.
And when you order food from us, we give you tupperware.
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Me: Got a small abscess in my leg like last time and just spent the last 20 minutes digging it out with a knife and toothpicks. Question, do I have to keep hacking at my leg until I see blood?
Him: You may be the dumbest smart person I know.
Word of advice: If you find yourself low on rum, with a painful wound, a large hunting knife, several toothpicks, some gauze and alcohol, it's never rarely a good idea to do self-surgery. A conference with the Professor indicates that perhaps the wrong course of action was chosen.
I'm my own worst enemy, a danger to myself. In other news, I'll be visiting the pharmacy tomorrow. Purpose: Painkillers and antibiotics.
Said we're lovely, never said we're particularly bright. I mean, we'll stomp all over that curve but still...
YASYCTAI: If you had to, would you know how to take care of a wound? If not, pick up a book. (120 mins/1 pt)
Went for a walk with my girl downtown this past weekend. Maybe that's what made me sick again. Was worth it though. There're few things in life as a walk down Central Park and Broadway on a nice day. Saw a girl in a cat costume with a hula hoop.
Been taking alla the junk I found cleaning my cellar and selling it on ebay, craigslist, you name it. Found this one dress with a price tag that said $14,000 in there and more computers than y'can shake a stick at.
Some things I remember, some things I have no idea how they got there. Story of my life, yeah?
Her: (shaking head) Well, you just took a step back.
Woke up this morning and fixed myself a killer filtered ground bean soup with cow-baby food. But just cause I can't go a day without it, also had some roasted mashed peas with pre-digested insect vomit and baked wet flour along with it. Big fan of insect vomit. Especially when I'm sick. Wish I had liquid from a citrus reproductive unit to go with it but no luck.
Heartgirl just boiled some water with vegetables and dissolved insect vomit cause my cold's coming back.
Stupid cold.
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Agree with Obama's assertion that the phrase, Just words, is insulting. Words're how we organize the world around us, not just to other people but to ourselves.
Was out with my girl the other day and we heard a guy just screaming obscenities at the top of his lungs in middle of Columbus Circle. And the people around him were visibly uncomfortable.
But what if it's not? Cause, sometimes cursing's just cursing, and that's fine. But sometimes cursing's showing the other person how y'process the world.
And that might not be what y'want.
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Woke up this morning and fixed myself a killer cafe au lait. But just cause I can't go a day without it, also had some peanut butter and honey on a biscuit with it. Big fan of honey. Especially when I'm sick. Wish I had some lemon juice to go with it but no luck
Heartgirl just made me some tea with honey cause my cold's coming back.
Kreese: Sweep the leg. (pause) Do you have a problem with that?
Johnny: No, Sensei.
In three years, never really discussed politics. Having said that, always considered myself a moderate conservative. Believe in small government, free markets, few social programs, meritocracies, etc.
This judge once wrote of the Chinese, "[t]heir dissimilarity in physical characteristics, in language, manners, and religions...prevent the possibility of their assimilation with our people." He hoped that "some way may be devised to prevent their further immigration."
Here's the thing though, he wrote that while striking down this law called the Pigtail Ordinance.
Why? Not cause he liked the Chinese, he hated us, but cause the law itself was unconstitutional.
It was a law that was innocent on it's face - if you went to jail you hadta get your hair cut - but clearly it was an end runaround meant to harass the Chinese and their queues. Even the authors of the bill acknowledged this.
So the judge struck it down. Cause, as much as he hated the Chinese, he respected the law. And a law that singled out one group of people - and he grudgingly admitted we were people - was unconstitutional. And thus, he had to strike it down, making him seriously unpopular in Cali.
This health care issue troubles me. The whole tenor of it bugs me. Cause people don't seem to want a fair fight.
The judge's view was this, "Despite my personal feeling, my personal hatred, I'll put that aside to do what's right for the country. If we're right - that Chinese're second class people - then we don't gotta break the law to prove it."
Course, he was wrong on that point but that's neither here nor there.
Look, if y'really have a strong point, use that. Don't make up things like death panels and resort to things like heckling.
Don't people, liberals/conservatives, just get tired of just making crap up to win? Like the idiots that genuinely think 9/11 was by the Bush administration or a Jewish cabal.
It's sad when you have to point to a racist and say, "Even this $@#$@ guy..."
It's a sad state of affairs, is what I'm trying to say.
YASYCTAI: Do you know any other stories of someone that you wouldn't expect to fight fairly, but did? Find it so interesting, when people don't act like you'd expect. (20 mins/1 pt)
For those of you that speak geek: Spent the last 96 hours figuring out why I only got three clear QAM channels - turns out a weak signal and a kinked coax'll waste four days of your life.
Picked up a signal amplifier, and some new cable and now I'm in business.
Knee-deep in cables, chili and rum. It's the only way for a geek to spend Labor Day
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Speaking of speaking in a foreign language, Federico Fellini once said that, "A different language is a different vision of life."
Onea the things about being Chinese-American is that a vast majority of my friends're at least bilingual. Heartgirl and KG Betty speak four.
Me? Was always crappy at languages. My French teacher gave me a good grade for the effort. Hate pity so decided to learn how to be a good language student in college. Didn't work.
Funny thing's that the guy that teaches me how to break people's arms also told me how to learn a language way back when.
See, he said, they always teach language the wrong way in school. Every language's got the same things, the same patterns. Once you learn alla the patterns, y'just need the words to go into that pattern.
English: "(noun) is better than (noun)." German: "(noun) ist besser als (noun)." Mandarin: "(noun) bi (noun) hao."
English: "Rum is better than beer." German: "Rum ist besser als Bier." Mandarin: "Rum bi beer hao."
Once y'have the patterns down, you need only learn the vocabulary that goes into the patterns.
Believe, truly believe, that language isn't the words you read/write. It's the words you hear/say.
Take the word Knife.
We say, nigh-feh but it's supposed to sound like, ka-ni-fee - cause that's how it's spelled. Put it another way, the letters k-n-i-f-e just makes a picture that prompts us to say nigh-feh.
More eloquently, the written word is merely the symbolic representation of the language - it is not the language itself.
So stop learning how to read/write and concentrate on learning how to communicate.
I'm illiterate in Chinese, German, and, if y'read this blog, English. Doesn't matter. Y'understand what I'm trying to say. Which brings me to...
If y'wanna learn a language, pick up the Pimsleur series and supplement it with the Living Language series six months after you've started the Pimsleur series.
Good luck. Viel Glueck. Jia yo.
Man, alla this talk about rum...
YASYCTAI: Consider learning Mandarin. Cause you're gonna work with onea us someday if y'don't already. (three short years/3 pts)
Her: Cruise's a good actor. I mean, when he plays a character, he's that character. Not like...like Claire Danes or Matthew Perry, who just play themselves every time.
Obviously I'm a history nerd in addition to being a tech one. It's the truest expression of egalitarianism, cause people do the same thing over and over regardless of race, creed or religion.
People're people, world around. And people're not sane, world around.
People think that Asia didn't have guns way back then. They did. The Japanese has it as far back as the 16th Century but they pretty much banned it around the 17th century. Which woulda been great except fast forward to March 31, 1854, when Matthew Perry (not that Matthew Perry) sailed into Japan with a crapton of guns.
Last Thursday, the Hiroshima mayor backed Obama's call to get ridda all nuclear bombs by 2020. Which would be great if everyone was sane. They're not.
Scarier is that these not sane people find each other and toss their not sane ideas back and forth. 1970's Cambodia, 1930's Germany, Saudi Arabia, North Korea - these're whole countries with people not operating with a full deck at the helm.
Look I'm a pacifist. But the problem with most people is that they think, "Well, I wouldn't do that." That's a dangerous thing to think. Cause most people don't do what you'd do - they do what they'd do.