I am suffering a bout of insomnia, and rather than waking Jacqui with my tossing and turning I've made the executive decision to write on the blog instead and break the cycle of mildly hallucinogenic spanish monologues in my head.
(The story behind the monologues is: I read that most people can improve or maintain their linguistic abilities in languages they don't regularly speak by having interior monologues. Since I only speak french and english here, save the occasional skype convo in castellano, when I find it hard to sleep I have banal gabfests in español, normally involving me "arguing" with a waiter in Barcelona. It allows for the maximization of my profane lexicon.)
About the name of the blog post, I have a delectable mystery for y'all. There is a sign in our hotel bathroom which declares "Geezer Point Can Blast If Left On For For Than 15 Minutes." What, my friends, is a Geezer Point, and what happens if it blasts? We've left on every switch in the bathroom in the hope that something will happen, but three hours into my sleepless wait NOTHING HAS OCCURRED.
"Indian English" is the most amazing dialect in the world. I entertained myself all this morning with the newspaper whilst waiting for Ms. Cosette and debating over whether to spare the $1.75 for an Indian omelet delivered to my room. You have headlines like "PM Dishes Out Snub" and an article about how a political figure likes her "elevensies." If you don't know what elevensies are, you have been missing out.
I also counted the number of times I was called "madam" while ordering bottles of water (eight) and was whole heartedly confused when the newscaster spoke hindi and english all mixed up. What does this meeeeeeeaaaaan?
I'mma go try and sleep for the next 45 minutes, wish me luck!
(The story behind the monologues is: I read that most people can improve or maintain their linguistic abilities in languages they don't regularly speak by having interior monologues. Since I only speak french and english here, save the occasional skype convo in castellano, when I find it hard to sleep I have banal gabfests in español, normally involving me "arguing" with a waiter in Barcelona. It allows for the maximization of my profane lexicon.)
About the name of the blog post, I have a delectable mystery for y'all. There is a sign in our hotel bathroom which declares "Geezer Point Can Blast If Left On For For Than 15 Minutes." What, my friends, is a Geezer Point, and what happens if it blasts? We've left on every switch in the bathroom in the hope that something will happen, but three hours into my sleepless wait NOTHING HAS OCCURRED.
"Indian English" is the most amazing dialect in the world. I entertained myself all this morning with the newspaper whilst waiting for Ms. Cosette and debating over whether to spare the $1.75 for an Indian omelet delivered to my room. You have headlines like "PM Dishes Out Snub" and an article about how a political figure likes her "elevensies." If you don't know what elevensies are, you have been missing out.
I also counted the number of times I was called "madam" while ordering bottles of water (eight) and was whole heartedly confused when the newscaster spoke hindi and english all mixed up. What does this meeeeeeeaaaaan?
I'mma go try and sleep for the next 45 minutes, wish me luck!
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