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“— Tim Doner (via anthology-of-bones)
When I was beginning to discover languages, I had a romanticized view of words like “speak” and “fluency”. But then I realized that you can be nominally fluent in a language and still struggle to understand parts of it. English is my first language, but what I really spoke was a hybrid of teenage slang and Manhattan-ese. When I listen to my father, a lawyer, talk to other lawyers, his words sound as foreign to me as Finnish. I certainly couldn’t read Shakespeare without a dictionary, and I’d be equally helpless in a room with Jamaicans or Cajuns. Yet all of us “speak English.”
My linguistics teacher, a native of Poland, speaks better English than I do and seems right at home peppering his speech with terms like “epenthetic schwa” and “voiceless alveolar stops”. Yet the other day, it came up that he’d never heard the word “tethered”. Does that mean he doesn’t “speak” English? If the standard of speaking a language is to know every word — to feel equally at home debating nuclear fission and classical music — then hardly anyone is fluent in their own native tongues.”
Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move
Gotta try it
I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with.
Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path.
Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!”
I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way.
Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze.
Every time I go to Disney World, I encounter this type of person. Also on my university’s campus, people would walk side by side on the sidewalk, and I’d always step into the grass or onto the sidewalk to avoid running into them (this was freshman year). You are important enough to use the sidewalks and not have to yield to people traveling the opposite way.
i realize these are origami but i’d probably eat the fuck out of them anyhow
Making these is actually really relaxing
You know how?
How do you make these?
My awesome friend made me a box full and I make a wish on each one and the first is to see her one day to thank her.
Ad for German chain of do-it-yourself stores “Hornbach”
“You can be everything but clumsy.”
I love how Hornbach’s claim translates to “There’s always something to do” (or someONE in this case, hah)
HOLY SHIT THIS CAMPAIGN IS FUCKING INCLUSIVE
I’M MORE AND MORE IN LOVE WITH HORNBACH
“You helped rebuilding Germany. So don’t let other tell you how to renovate”
“There’s nobody who is allowed to tell you that you can’t do it. Nobody but your project.”
I’m going to reblog this again and point out again that Hornbach has probably some of the best advertisment I’ve ever seen in Germany.
“— Lady Amalthea: That Chick who Makes Porn""Your generation would probably ‘livetweet’ the apocalypse" you say, and you laugh
You mean it as an insult, and I understand,
Or you don’t
because the word lies awkwardly on you tongue, stumbles as it leaves your lips, air quotes visible
You meant it as an insult, so you don’t understand, when I look into your eyes and say “Yes”
Because we would.
It would be our duty, as citizens on this earth
to document it’s end the best way we know
and if that means a second by second update
of the world going up in flames, or down in rain, or crushed under the feet of invading monsters
so be it.
It would mean a second by second update of
“I love you”
“Are you all right?”
It would mean a second by second update of the humanity’s connection with one another,
Proof of empathy, love, and friendship between people who may have never met in the flesh.
So don’t throw the word ‘Livetweet’ at me like a dagger, meant to tear at my ‘teenage superiority’
Because if the citizens of Pompeii, before they were consumed by fire,
had a chance to tell their friends and family throughout Rome
“I love you”
“Don’t forget me”
Don’t you think they’d have taken the chance?"
— Sometimes it hurts when people scorn internet cultre (via herrsassyfras)”
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