Tongues
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I
-- Pink Floyd "Learning To Fly"
You'd think being born in Cuba with my first words in Spanish, living in Miami, and taking 3 or 4 years of Spanish in High School I'd be able to speak the damn language.
¿Hola, cómo esta usted? ¿Mi llamo Juan, y tu? ¿Dónde está el cuarto de baño? Gracias por el pan, él es delicioso puede yo tener una virgen fresca, ésta está quebrado.
And that's it for my conversational Spanish. Now, I think knowing Japanese would be great for all the anime and manga I enjoy. Or Chinese to be able to read some of the manuscripts I've come across in my favorite martial art forms. But Spanish, for all practical purposes, would be the best language for me to know. But of course, I just couldn't be bothered with it. Maybe French (or are we calling it Freedom?) would be a good language to take up. I could mutter sweet romance in my love's ear while she's batting me away.
Who really cares? Well, seeing as how all the "immigrants" took Monday off, I did too. Actually, Thing Two was sick but I don't want my homies thinking I wouldn't have taken the day anyway. B-Rice was telling me that this walk out seriously hampered him, he was deeply craving some Mexican food for lunch and the local restaurant was closed. Damn good thing Taco Bell was open. You know, I can't wait till us white-folk can get up the courage to walk off our jobs.
¿Hola, cómo esta usted? ¿Mi llamo Juan, y tu? ¿Dónde está el cuarto de baño? Gracias por el pan, él es delicioso puede yo tener una virgen fresca, ésta está quebrado.
And that's it for my conversational Spanish. Now, I think knowing Japanese would be great for all the anime and manga I enjoy. Or Chinese to be able to read some of the manuscripts I've come across in my favorite martial art forms. But Spanish, for all practical purposes, would be the best language for me to know. But of course, I just couldn't be bothered with it. Maybe French (or are we calling it Freedom?) would be a good language to take up. I could mutter sweet romance in my love's ear while she's batting me away.
Who really cares? Well, seeing as how all the "immigrants" took Monday off, I did too. Actually, Thing Two was sick but I don't want my homies thinking I wouldn't have taken the day anyway. B-Rice was telling me that this walk out seriously hampered him, he was deeply craving some Mexican food for lunch and the local restaurant was closed. Damn good thing Taco Bell was open. You know, I can't wait till us white-folk can get up the courage to walk off our jobs.
posted by Bang Zap Boom @ 9:02 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home