Just listened to the audio. A man on the street I am -- I loved it. No laughs though, hope that's not disappointing. It put me in a reflective mood instead. If I were to direct you, I'd have some ideas, but let's hear what the madrileña has to say :)
Did I just make it to the Endless Chain as a name/person immortalised on your blog? Or did you, by mistake, edit the original post instead of clicking on the 'reply' button? In any case, thank you!
On Covid and accents. (Scottish for you.)
Although I was one of the first to have it, Covid brought me no new accent unfortunately. I'd volunteer for a new round of coughs, runny nose and some temperature to get a nice accent. Frankly, I'd be happy with any. Scottish, Yorkshire or even plummy British. Or, from across the Atlantic, Brooklyn or New York. "Gahrbij" is the title of the photo-zine I am editing now using my pics from NY, NY.
On "You had your girl, she had you; but doesn’t she return from Madrid speaking more Spanish-like and, when you talk to friends from Hungary, don’t you feel more “Hungarianish”?"
The past tense here is incorrect (at the time of going to print): we still have each other, athough we don't take the other for granted.
Now, how she feels about her being more 'madrileña' when she gets back from Madrid is very hard for me to say, in fact, I find her Spanish super difficult to understand, in any case. From a purely linguistic point of view, I'd be much better off with dating a Cuban or South American lady--but then, language is one thing thing and personal attraction is another. I wouldn't trade her for anyone, not even my Spanish teacher who is fantastic as a linguist.
Me being more "Hungarianish"? That's a tough one. So tough that I'd rather not get into this here and now. If this is something you're, for any strange reason, genuinely curious about, let's sit in your patio (or on my terrace), with a glass of wine and talk. Language vs. natioanl identity. Upbringing vs. aspirations. Personal traits vs. environment. Imprinting vs. beliefs. Bottom line: I don't feel "Hungarianish" no matter what. Location or personal history does not define me, nor does mother tongue. When they ask me "What's your first language?" I'm always tempted to say 'English'. Am I a native Engish speaker? No. Is this the language I feel most comfortable with? Yes. Anyway, patio or terrace, your call.
And thanks for making the audio recording, I'll listen to it. I do believe there is pontential in your Pinter project. How? No clue. Aforementioned girlfriend may have clear ideas, all I can offer is a camera and recording audio -- whatever that gives.
Shakespeazre called "z" an unnezessary letter in Kinz Learz, in an insult that comes out of left field. I meant to research how often he uses it in the canon but never got round to it yet. I will reply in full but the "z" was burning its way into me like the sword of Zzzzzzorro. But I have much to say on your much said.
I was going to edit you out but kept you in as it was anonymous to a great degree: until you put an arc light over it just now!
Just listened to the audio. A man on the street I am -- I loved it. No laughs though, hope that's not disappointing. It put me in a reflective mood instead. If I were to direct you, I'd have some ideas, but let's hear what the madrileña has to say :)
Did I just make it to the Endless Chain as a name/person immortalised on your blog? Or did you, by mistake, edit the original post instead of clicking on the 'reply' button? In any case, thank you!
On Covid and accents. (Scottish for you.)
Although I was one of the first to have it, Covid brought me no new accent unfortunately. I'd volunteer for a new round of coughs, runny nose and some temperature to get a nice accent. Frankly, I'd be happy with any. Scottish, Yorkshire or even plummy British. Or, from across the Atlantic, Brooklyn or New York. "Gahrbij" is the title of the photo-zine I am editing now using my pics from NY, NY.
On "You had your girl, she had you; but doesn’t she return from Madrid speaking more Spanish-like and, when you talk to friends from Hungary, don’t you feel more “Hungarianish”?"
The past tense here is incorrect (at the time of going to print): we still have each other, athough we don't take the other for granted.
Now, how she feels about her being more 'madrileña' when she gets back from Madrid is very hard for me to say, in fact, I find her Spanish super difficult to understand, in any case. From a purely linguistic point of view, I'd be much better off with dating a Cuban or South American lady--but then, language is one thing thing and personal attraction is another. I wouldn't trade her for anyone, not even my Spanish teacher who is fantastic as a linguist.
Me being more "Hungarianish"? That's a tough one. So tough that I'd rather not get into this here and now. If this is something you're, for any strange reason, genuinely curious about, let's sit in your patio (or on my terrace), with a glass of wine and talk. Language vs. natioanl identity. Upbringing vs. aspirations. Personal traits vs. environment. Imprinting vs. beliefs. Bottom line: I don't feel "Hungarianish" no matter what. Location or personal history does not define me, nor does mother tongue. When they ask me "What's your first language?" I'm always tempted to say 'English'. Am I a native Engish speaker? No. Is this the language I feel most comfortable with? Yes. Anyway, patio or terrace, your call.
And thanks for making the audio recording, I'll listen to it. I do believe there is pontential in your Pinter project. How? No clue. Aforementioned girlfriend may have clear ideas, all I can offer is a camera and recording audio -- whatever that gives.
You missed a 'z' -- find out where,
hugs
Robert
Shakespeazre called "z" an unnezessary letter in Kinz Learz, in an insult that comes out of left field. I meant to research how often he uses it in the canon but never got round to it yet. I will reply in full but the "z" was burning its way into me like the sword of Zzzzzzorro. But I have much to say on your much said.
I was going to edit you out but kept you in as it was anonymous to a great degree: until you put an arc light over it just now!