friday
The question:
16 If it were the only way you could remain with the love of your life, would you be willing for both of you to wake up tomorrow as native speakers of an unfamiliar language, knowing that within a week, you'd permanently forget the language(s) you now speak and largely be cut off from your friends and culture? If so, what new language would you want to speak and why?
Wow - these questions are getting involved. I guess to remain with Dave I'd do this. What is the alternative? We would be separated here and never see each other again? One of us would have to die? There are always ways to get words translated now a days - I could communicate with my old friends and the rest of family that way. At least I could talk to Dave and I could make new friends in my new culture. But what culture would it be? The question doesn't say it (it only talks about language) but it implies we would have to be living in a whole new place somewhere else on earth. I'd like to live in a warmer, more laid back place. Maybe like Hawaii or a tropical island. Speak whatever they speak there.
Page of Pentacles. I looked up that spider this morning that I took the picture of yesterday (a pumpkin marbled orb weaver) and it must have still been on my mind. I have a web of dealings I need to negotiate today that I can't really write about here. Maybe this image will help me with that.
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A new start to the black board. A bomb. And the word "vented". The music school has added air filters to every room and to the waiting room. Supposedly they refresh all the air in the room every half hour. I added a new book to my music lessons. Meridee Winters Chord Crash Course. I had already gotten quite a few pages into it before I showed it to my teacher last night and she's excited about it too. So now I have 4 books I'm working from: Alfred's, the song book from Alfred's, another songbook and now this new book. Lots to learn.
16 If it were the only way you could remain with the love of your life, would you be willing for both of you to wake up tomorrow as native speakers of an unfamiliar language, knowing that within a week, you'd permanently forget the language(s) you now speak and largely be cut off from your friends and culture? If so, what new language would you want to speak and why?
Wow - these questions are getting involved. I guess to remain with Dave I'd do this. What is the alternative? We would be separated here and never see each other again? One of us would have to die? There are always ways to get words translated now a days - I could communicate with my old friends and the rest of family that way. At least I could talk to Dave and I could make new friends in my new culture. But what culture would it be? The question doesn't say it (it only talks about language) but it implies we would have to be living in a whole new place somewhere else on earth. I'd like to live in a warmer, more laid back place. Maybe like Hawaii or a tropical island. Speak whatever they speak there.
Page of Pentacles. I looked up that spider this morning that I took the picture of yesterday (a pumpkin marbled orb weaver) and it must have still been on my mind. I have a web of dealings I need to negotiate today that I can't really write about here. Maybe this image will help me with that.
*****
A new start to the black board. A bomb. And the word "vented". The music school has added air filters to every room and to the waiting room. Supposedly they refresh all the air in the room every half hour. I added a new book to my music lessons. Meridee Winters Chord Crash Course. I had already gotten quite a few pages into it before I showed it to my teacher last night and she's excited about it too. So now I have 4 books I'm working from: Alfred's, the song book from Alfred's, another songbook and now this new book. Lots to learn.