Learn the Transatlantic Accent | Half British, Half American 100% Weird
I hadn't realized that my own prescriptivist notion of what should be intelligible, grammatical spoken English, had already been tolerably close-to perfectly, in another sense, realized: Old Movie English. Let them all talk like Cary Grant! Long live the Wine/Whine Distinction!
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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