Saturday, August 23rd, 2014 04:19 pm
you will see what i did there (springtime for seperis)
I got the most realistic, coolest, most meaningful spam ever and it had everything; atrocities, evils of wealth, illness, dead husbands, life insurance, cancer (ovarian, even), children, one of the south Africa country (yes, really), and adoption (ha! didn't see that coming, did you?).
At my work email. So no penis enlargement today.
My duckling at work is from Cameroon, and every once in a while he breaks into evangelism on his country of birth, and therefore we look at Google World at every inch of Cameroon while he finds youtube videos because he thinks it's funny to start me off with Cameroon English that unexpectedly breaks into French (I automemorize lyrics and he told me once I was the best he'd ever heard at mispronouncing French so well that it sounded like a whole new (very sad) language, so you know, I win for that).
This is related; this is neither talent nor skill, I've mentioned this before, it's not even useful, but more like having the ability to spit Guinness World book record--I realized the probable reason why I never had a problem spelling anyone's names on our work board if I saw it once (our developers are from India or Nepal generally, so very few Western-oriented or Korean or Vietnamese, the latter two were communities in the right zip codes for my office to handle when I was a caseworker, yes, it's that random) or--historically--always got my written Russian homework flawless in class even if Russia itself might cry if it heard me speak the language. Also, given a list of any number of words and meaning once, I could use them perfectly in context and never miss spelling them by a letter, but if you do not tell me right then how to pronounce them--I mean right then--I will never pronounce them right in my head and this will follow me forever when I say them.
Not many of you probably know or care much about the education of children in the US being a thing that is debated hotly when it comes to teaching them to read; or you might, so you know every few years, they switch between Fun With Phonics and whole word learning. You want to watch a bloodbath, get any group of educators together and throw that out; if these were the days of duels, gloves would be slapping everywhere and dawn would be the new prime time for drama viewing.
My class was very Fun with Phonics (this changed and changed back every few years) and because of that I will shove a glove in your ass if you say it's not the best forever, but there's a price to be paid for teaching kids to sound out shit first.
1.) You learn adults are fuckers who fuck with you very early with 'the'.
That's the thing about phonics as reading; almost all the word at primary level are fine, but that's an article and you cannot get away from it. A lot of teachers roll with it, and some have to have taken that into consideration early on, but my most vivid memory of the kindergarten education process was going over and over to my teacher because I trusted her and I couldn't believe she meant it when she said 'the' did not sound like 'tuh-huh-eh'.
She just told me the entire alphabet, letters have sounds, sounds have meaning (there was a blackboard and a pointer), this can be expressed on a page beneath the cute picture of a girl (blonde, always fucking blonde) playing with a dog (brown, very). I nailed that shit, and it was true, all of it...except 'tuh-huh-eh' was not 'the', what is this bullshit?
Once I accepted 'the' into my heart as my phonics betrayer (it took a full year and we won't talk about how much that delayed literacy but again, a year), it got better; all the 'th' and 'ch' were allowed in my soul and eventually silent 'e's would join them along with all the others, but the scar of betrayal never really healed, Mrs. Figueroa.
2.) Your spelling will forever be fantastic except for all the ways it won't be and it's because of France.
Spelling was easy kindergarten through third grade, because again most words are phonetically consistent at that level, or so close that visual plus audio once and you're fine. Except.
You meet 'beau' and fuck everything ever. Buh-eh-ah-uuuuuuuthefuckisthis that is nothing like 'bow', that's buh-oh-wuh and we have one of those b-o-w bu-oh-wuh not b-e-a-u buh-eh-ah-uuuuuutheydon'tdothis, Mrs F didn't lie that much, did she?
...French, you say? Really.
Xenophobia is terrible and American exceptionlism is very wrong, but ask yourself; how many kids were perhaps influenced by getting a 99 but not a hundred because the French language exists and didn't get a golden star but a silver one--a silver one--on the paper when they got it back and an 'x' by that word? Not that I'm still bitter, just saying.
It might be the Norman conquest of Britain in 1066 causing the English language to be supplanted by Norman French, not even real French because fuck French we got the discount edition, causing only the lower classes to use English for centuries while French, being so very (discount) French, stuck its words helter-skelter into every conversation until Chaucer existed, married John of Gaunt's sister-in-law, and set the world right with many tales, and French--fucking French--eventually went away but those words stuck. English needed those because its development had been slowed, we had to catch up fast (German was mocking us with its vocabulary and Spanish was grinning very Catholicly), so we needed words and fast. What to do?
Fine, English said, picking up a sword, righteousness, a Revolutionary War, and a future Webster's dictionary, unrevised: shit just got real. Time to level the fuck up.
English takes all the words, all of them, the ones you wanted and the ones you didn't, sorry, but like a wolf who tastes the hot blood of a fresh kill for the first time (language is tasty indeed, nothing like it), it wants more.
B-o-w and b-e-a-u are 'buh-oh-wuh' and discrete plus discreet because Latin or Greek same meaning different context mostly, watch English laugh at your protests, bring it on, we have the 'c' and the 'k' and we like it, same sound but sometimes not, a-e-i-o-u and sometimes y because fuck you English does what it wants with consonants and vowels. Fish and fiche sound the same but mean different things, you want more? English does, too. Did you see phonics is ph but sounds like 'f'? We even have 'q' right there in the alphabet and it needs to get laid by 'u' to make a sound but fuck if we care, it's our letter and have fun with it. 'X' took many sounds for its own and uses them all and we let it because we like rebels.
Also, Latin? I split an infinitive every day just for you. And English told me to say 'hi' and fuck you.
Silver star. One. Word. Wrong.
3.) You will realize quite early that writing is better than talking for a lot of reasons and fuck everything.
Phonics works for many words and most kids will roll with it, but that doesn't change the severe cognitive dissonance that will haunt some few. Among that group will be those that can deal, and then there's the ones that have to live life with oral readings where you will be constantly translating b-e-a-u to 'buh-oh-wuh' because William the Conqueror was a douche but with many different words and that wears on you and sanity may not hold out long.
Reading and writing become havens of wonder because pronunciation wasn't fucking with us, which is why certain essays are college level vocabulary (content hilarious) while long division is still a mystery Mrs Young stop fucking with me you want me to carry what?
Writing is the perfect medium when you learn sarcasm as well (once you learn the definition of subtlety and forgive the b for being inexplicably silent and even now often forget), and a generation met the internet--all text, all the time--with the advanced tools necessary to troll the fuck out of it.
So I can spell anything I see at most twice (three times over five syllables, phonics is fun but also set to a four four beat to learn), but English/French youtube videos autolyric memoriation means I will sing things I can't pronounce and my duckling French speaker thinks it's funny because I can't pronounce fucking French.
People say they want to go to Paris all the time; oh, so do I, you have no idea.
I fly into that country, mispronounce 'Bien' awkwardly beneath pitying smiles, tell a cab driver three times where to go while he rolls his eyes at Americans because I took French while in Finland and I still couldn't get it right, go to the Eiffel Tower and climb to the very top.
And I will say: "William the Conqueror was a douche, I will split every infinitive I see, and b-e-a-u is not fucking 'buh-oh-wuh'!"
And give myself a gold star.
Next: Normandy. I can't wait.
At my work email. So no penis enlargement today.
My duckling at work is from Cameroon, and every once in a while he breaks into evangelism on his country of birth, and therefore we look at Google World at every inch of Cameroon while he finds youtube videos because he thinks it's funny to start me off with Cameroon English that unexpectedly breaks into French (I automemorize lyrics and he told me once I was the best he'd ever heard at mispronouncing French so well that it sounded like a whole new (very sad) language, so you know, I win for that).
This is related; this is neither talent nor skill, I've mentioned this before, it's not even useful, but more like having the ability to spit Guinness World book record--I realized the probable reason why I never had a problem spelling anyone's names on our work board if I saw it once (our developers are from India or Nepal generally, so very few Western-oriented or Korean or Vietnamese, the latter two were communities in the right zip codes for my office to handle when I was a caseworker, yes, it's that random) or--historically--always got my written Russian homework flawless in class even if Russia itself might cry if it heard me speak the language. Also, given a list of any number of words and meaning once, I could use them perfectly in context and never miss spelling them by a letter, but if you do not tell me right then how to pronounce them--I mean right then--I will never pronounce them right in my head and this will follow me forever when I say them.
Not many of you probably know or care much about the education of children in the US being a thing that is debated hotly when it comes to teaching them to read; or you might, so you know every few years, they switch between Fun With Phonics and whole word learning. You want to watch a bloodbath, get any group of educators together and throw that out; if these were the days of duels, gloves would be slapping everywhere and dawn would be the new prime time for drama viewing.
My class was very Fun with Phonics (this changed and changed back every few years) and because of that I will shove a glove in your ass if you say it's not the best forever, but there's a price to be paid for teaching kids to sound out shit first.
1.) You learn adults are fuckers who fuck with you very early with 'the'.
That's the thing about phonics as reading; almost all the word at primary level are fine, but that's an article and you cannot get away from it. A lot of teachers roll with it, and some have to have taken that into consideration early on, but my most vivid memory of the kindergarten education process was going over and over to my teacher because I trusted her and I couldn't believe she meant it when she said 'the' did not sound like 'tuh-huh-eh'.
She just told me the entire alphabet, letters have sounds, sounds have meaning (there was a blackboard and a pointer), this can be expressed on a page beneath the cute picture of a girl (blonde, always fucking blonde) playing with a dog (brown, very). I nailed that shit, and it was true, all of it...except 'tuh-huh-eh' was not 'the', what is this bullshit?
Once I accepted 'the' into my heart as my phonics betrayer (it took a full year and we won't talk about how much that delayed literacy but again, a year), it got better; all the 'th' and 'ch' were allowed in my soul and eventually silent 'e's would join them along with all the others, but the scar of betrayal never really healed, Mrs. Figueroa.
2.) Your spelling will forever be fantastic except for all the ways it won't be and it's because of France.
Spelling was easy kindergarten through third grade, because again most words are phonetically consistent at that level, or so close that visual plus audio once and you're fine. Except.
You meet 'beau' and fuck everything ever. Buh-eh-ah-uuuuuuuthefuckisthis that is nothing like 'bow', that's buh-oh-wuh and we have one of those b-o-w bu-oh-wuh not b-e-a-u buh-eh-ah-uuuuuutheydon'tdothis, Mrs F didn't lie that much, did she?
...French, you say? Really.
Xenophobia is terrible and American exceptionlism is very wrong, but ask yourself; how many kids were perhaps influenced by getting a 99 but not a hundred because the French language exists and didn't get a golden star but a silver one--a silver one--on the paper when they got it back and an 'x' by that word? Not that I'm still bitter, just saying.
It might be the Norman conquest of Britain in 1066 causing the English language to be supplanted by Norman French, not even real French because fuck French we got the discount edition, causing only the lower classes to use English for centuries while French, being so very (discount) French, stuck its words helter-skelter into every conversation until Chaucer existed, married John of Gaunt's sister-in-law, and set the world right with many tales, and French--fucking French--eventually went away but those words stuck. English needed those because its development had been slowed, we had to catch up fast (German was mocking us with its vocabulary and Spanish was grinning very Catholicly), so we needed words and fast. What to do?
Fine, English said, picking up a sword, righteousness, a Revolutionary War, and a future Webster's dictionary, unrevised: shit just got real. Time to level the fuck up.
English takes all the words, all of them, the ones you wanted and the ones you didn't, sorry, but like a wolf who tastes the hot blood of a fresh kill for the first time (language is tasty indeed, nothing like it), it wants more.
B-o-w and b-e-a-u are 'buh-oh-wuh' and discrete plus discreet because Latin or Greek same meaning different context mostly, watch English laugh at your protests, bring it on, we have the 'c' and the 'k' and we like it, same sound but sometimes not, a-e-i-o-u and sometimes y because fuck you English does what it wants with consonants and vowels. Fish and fiche sound the same but mean different things, you want more? English does, too. Did you see phonics is ph but sounds like 'f'? We even have 'q' right there in the alphabet and it needs to get laid by 'u' to make a sound but fuck if we care, it's our letter and have fun with it. 'X' took many sounds for its own and uses them all and we let it because we like rebels.
Also, Latin? I split an infinitive every day just for you. And English told me to say 'hi' and fuck you.
Silver star. One. Word. Wrong.
3.) You will realize quite early that writing is better than talking for a lot of reasons and fuck everything.
Phonics works for many words and most kids will roll with it, but that doesn't change the severe cognitive dissonance that will haunt some few. Among that group will be those that can deal, and then there's the ones that have to live life with oral readings where you will be constantly translating b-e-a-u to 'buh-oh-wuh' because William the Conqueror was a douche but with many different words and that wears on you and sanity may not hold out long.
Reading and writing become havens of wonder because pronunciation wasn't fucking with us, which is why certain essays are college level vocabulary (content hilarious) while long division is still a mystery Mrs Young stop fucking with me you want me to carry what?
Writing is the perfect medium when you learn sarcasm as well (once you learn the definition of subtlety and forgive the b for being inexplicably silent and even now often forget), and a generation met the internet--all text, all the time--with the advanced tools necessary to troll the fuck out of it.
So I can spell anything I see at most twice (three times over five syllables, phonics is fun but also set to a four four beat to learn), but English/French youtube videos autolyric memoriation means I will sing things I can't pronounce and my duckling French speaker thinks it's funny because I can't pronounce fucking French.
People say they want to go to Paris all the time; oh, so do I, you have no idea.
I fly into that country, mispronounce 'Bien' awkwardly beneath pitying smiles, tell a cab driver three times where to go while he rolls his eyes at Americans because I took French while in Finland and I still couldn't get it right, go to the Eiffel Tower and climb to the very top.
And I will say: "William the Conqueror was a douche, I will split every infinitive I see, and b-e-a-u is not fucking 'buh-oh-wuh'!"
And give myself a gold star.
Next: Normandy. I can't wait.
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From:Phonics never worked for him. At all. He was a whole-word learner all the way. And once we learned he was all auditory, all the time (he's a musician too; big surprise….), things got easier. Spelling things out loud worked for him. Writing it over and over never "took"… it might as well have been drawing leaves.
He's still a lousy speller. With a huge vocabulary.
So I dunno.
(Also, I guess there's a lot of research showing "learning styles" is a myth? Which I don't know what to think about that, because my son is clearly an auditory learner. My other kid is all visual, like me. But the older kid and his dad are so, so auditory. If they watch a movie, they retain it all. Read a book on the same topic? Forget it.)
(Thank you for listening.)
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From:I think when it comes to the psychology of learning, there's too much of an emphasis on treating outlier like a problem, or assuming there's outlier and not a spectrum. This is an Education Kinsey, I think--more people gravitate toward center on either side, and so they're invisible unless you really know what you're looking for and only the painfully obvious can really be seen yet.
I mean, I was in special ed in part of first grade because of my reading level and I was IQ tested to see if I should be there permanently. Knowing what I know now about IQ tests and what they actually test, that's interesting to me not because I came out of there with the '...oh, yeah, we were wrong and how' but because there was a legitimate reason I was in that class in the first place. I wasn't processing written language acquisition at the minimum for first grade, which is a very low bar here, and then very abruptly--and I do mean abruptly--it was fixed by no one and nothing in class. That happened a lot in my formal education and happens to this day when I learn anything.
For me, I wonder in this case not if I would have had a problem with whole word, but where it would have showed up.
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From:But: Fish and fiche sound the same but mean different things… Really? For me the first has a short i (like first) and the second has a longer i (like quiche) (which it would because French).
Great, great, rant.
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From:Well, I covered feminism, body image, poverty, social justice, all the oppressions, and parts of them all can be sung to the beat of Bulletproof Picasso's chorus already this week (try the ones with no commas and McDonalds and Wal-Mart close together; it's eerie, but what can I say, I had it on repeat while writing).
So, obviously, time to pony up and get to the important shit: language and fucking French.
But: Fish and fiche sound the same but mean different things… Really? For me the first has a short i (like first) and the second has a longer i (like quiche) (which it would because French).
Of course it does. Because fucking (discount) French.
If you say it with 'micro' it does, or so I think when I say it now. However, hilariously, when I worked in the library for student work-study, if anyone left off the 'micro'--which was often, too many syllables in a protracted conversation when we got a new shipment--it was 'fish' every time. A guy came to my desk and leaned on it while I took a breath and said "Tuna or salmon?" and burst out laughing because it took me several beats to hear the joke.
Fuck upperclassmen, too.
So French is also responsible for shitty fish jokes and douche seniors who think they're doing standup on Comedy Central: thanks France.
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From:Microfeesh. Not microfish.
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From:Sauter sounds like 'solder'; there is where the problem shows up unless visual and auditory come together to set the rule in our heads and we can extrapolate it out as a phonics concept. It's also why--from what I can tell anecdotally--top readers will always have problems. I read three grades ahead and doubled that yearly; I was college level at the end of fifth grade as far as vocabulary and using words in context went, but I couldn't pronounce many of the words correctly to save my life or recognize them if someone said them without often being told.
Phonics greatest problem is that it needs heavy expanding on the letter-sound sets taught from the first on common words to set the extra rules inherited from other languages and stop considering them all outliers.
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From:Still, if you want a language that's easy to pronounce and totally phonetic, go with Japanese! It was such a relief to find something that doesn't have that trap in it.
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From:My thing is that I am the weirdest mix of audio-visual-kinesthetic learner you've probably ever seen, which means spelling was occasionally interesting because it didn't sound like that. Ask me how fucking long it took me to be able to consistently spell things like "silhouette" or anything with "ie" combos (because I'd earnly heard "I before E except after C" and never knew there was more to that rhyme til like two, three years ago, AFTER I'd beaten most of those into my brain the hard way). (I still have to look some words up because they just look wrong any which way I try to spell them!)
Between that and the fact that I was reading at college+ levels by 10 or so (not necessarily understanding everything, but definitely mostly getting it from context) but didn't really have cause to speak some words, I sussed things out in my head and called it good. I still pronounce some things really weirdly if I didn't get a correction that stuck (which is why when I look at "how do you say [X]?" things, my pronunciation ends up ALL OVER). I'm also a language/accent sponge, so that adds another fun level... >_>
And that's before adding in the fact that I'm mostly deaf! (I've amazed audiologists with how well I speak for my level of hearing loss.)
Also, I'm reminded of this quote: "The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that English is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary." —James D. Nicoll
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From:I just choked on my tea laughing.
My language is the bread and butter of English (and still the more phonetic :)
I took a semester of German in college and it was like a reverse Capgras sometimes; nothing quite makes you doubt your hold on textual reality like the cosmic horror of recognizing immediately all the words in a beginner's sentence when spoken but not when seen. Or much worse, only three of them.
I'm assuming this is what it feels like to meet your soulmate after a bout of reincarnation when you didn't believe in either one and they capitalize all their nouns in the bargain.
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From:Like, seriously, my mom's bad English (speak a lot of Ks and rolling Rs) was understood better than my school English in Scotland.
Spelling isn't too hard though when you follow certain rules (namely doing the d/t c/k and the Great Vowel Shift in reverse) The latter is the thing of evilness that has condemned poor English speaking children to special spelling bee hell!!!
German isn't quite like Latin, but for the most part if you know how it sounds (and know the rules) you know how it's spelled. Phonetics was always crazy easy in German. It was the English that made me cry (and we literally would get an English text and had to transcribe it--and in British English to boot...no damn Yanks there!!!)
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From:On the other hand, I get why it's frustrating. I have awful memory so I have no idea if I struggled with spelling or not (French immersion when I was younger, so I dunno if that did anything) but I do volunteer work with adult literacy programs so yeah. It'd be nice if our orthography matched everything else to make it simpler.
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From:Now I have my answer: Yes it does fuck them up later, yes they are still probably angry about it. ;)
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From:Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,
Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant
My 'aunt' actually *does* rhyme with 'haunt', not 'grant'.
English is a beautiful fucked up thing. And that's not even counting the regional differences. Oy vey.
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From:I have a fancy box at home in which I keep some emergency money. I call it the cash cache.
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