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Discussion in 'Ian's Corner' started by Ian Gills, Sep 29, 2011.
If you go for health care for your GERD, it's GORD over there.
We don't charge for our trolleys because the ACLU would take up a suit for depriving the homeless of living spaces. Someone designed a fold out top and tent for carts just for the guys living near the overpass.
He may be doing quite a business in the coming years.
Choose your overpass carefully, when the next Madrid quake hits the East coast, your overpass will likely be a rubble heap.
I believe that if many of these homeless would have had the initiative to get a job pushing a grocery trolley to a customer's car when they were 14 (or if their parent/parents made them do so) that they would not be living out of one when they were 40. I greatly admire the grocery stores which apparently feel the same way and offer these jobs.
and, I am tired of having to hear, push one for Spanish, two for English...
Then, I push it, then, I hear it repeated in Spanish.
The same with the ATM's. I got a selection of 5 languages. Once, I pushed the wrong button just to see the results, I think it was Mandarin Chinese, and, I couldn't get out of it. Try it!
The cars were beeping behind me, one man yelling out his window at me, in none the less, SPANISH! I am looking at Chinese, getting yelled in Spanish, but, I was swearing to myself in English.
I would had made my dad proud, for I can swear in at least 11 languages.
but, I have a relative who asks, " do you have to swear?"
Yehss, si, oui, ja, sim, ken, sea, jes, hai, ndyio, gee, Oo, shi, areh, yaw, and lastly, aye!
C'est tres heureaux mon ami
Je me considere chanceux et heureux dans la plupart des cas, mais pas tout. La ou je me trouve pour etre malheureux, je juste fais la plupart et l'appelle bonne. Rien n'est jamais parfait, excepte le mon jurez les mots en francais.
See, this site explains the "need" for swearing.
It shows California at 18 cents and Nevada at 27 cents. Yet when I go to Nevada for desert camping and ghost towning, gas is automatically 10 cents per gallon cheaper in Nevada [much farther from any refinery]
So that must not be all of the story.
Bloody good reading, all that from a man with bollocks for a brainstem. We swear because those trolleys sometimes dont return your Crown or Zloty or euro, and they booted your car for parking on the white line. Or because we were tut-tutted by some moron in lederhosen at the airport.
It is what it is. All we can do is make the best of what we are dealt. Votre franÃ§ais est bien meilleure que la mienne j'il Ã©tudie en Junior High, a obtenu un 93 sur le test de NY Ã‰tat rÃ©gents, mais n'a jamais vraiment eu la chance de l'utiliser. Your French is much better than mine I studied it in Junior High, got a 93 on the NY State Regents test, but never really got a chance to use it.
Life alternates between Joie de vivre and ennui. And then we die.
The Czechs have a most beautiful word, Litost, Milan Kundera wrote quite a bit about it, and no language has a comparitive phrase with such sad nuance to it. Czech has elements of romance and sadness, that it can make French look like a african language.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Litost [Lee' - toast]
And finally, one that can be insantly translated into French, with a detailed explanation. I am afraid that not many will appreciate or be interested in this magical insight into human nature.
This all went a bit mad yesterday, didn't it?
I still feel uncomfortable with this notion of illegal immigrants.
In 1776 you were all illegal. And tax hoppers to boot.
And now you're starting to whinge about exactly the same things as the English did when you stole the King's land.
Yes, you were here first. But the English were here before you. And the Indians before them.
I cheated. I used Babel.
Although, I studied french in high school 4 long years. Kind of hard to remember, maybe, we should push the "french" buttons on the ATM. A refresher course so to speak.
here is a picture of a new statue that is in a town, where my dad grew up. It is beautiful the statue is, not the small town itself, (it is runned down) but the statue, overlooks the city and its river. You can see the city in the background.
I was standing in a store, a kind of offbeat stoe a couple of years ago with a girlfriend, she wanted to buy healing stones, and, the owner's friend, an old woman came over to me, saying, " you are a beautiful squaw, lovely cheek bones and hair" and started to touch me, my face, my hair and I started to pull away. lol. But, the weirdest thing she did do, which was so strange, was she started to say ( and you cannot tell by looking at me at all, at least not now or back then) " you are sick...and, started to touch me again, lol. But, this was so strange because she said, " your arm, your neck, your chest" and, I stood there while she stopped touching me, ( thankfully) but, now was gliding her hands over me, with like air between us, saying, " you are so sick" and, started to cry, saying, " you are a strong squaw" but, one so sick. What was weird was, it is my arm, my neck and my chest. She continued gliding her hands over me, and stopped at my ankle, looking up at me, saying, " it is here" and, she was right. I had long pants on, she couldn't see the surgery scars on my ankle so, no way she could had known. I don't limp, or drag it like Egor ( Igor) either. Just an interesting picture, and kind of interesting story.
time to repent for me too. I used bing translate as an aid. I know a few words, but putting them into a meaningful sentence may come out like "I like chicken soup on wednesday" instead of "I understand how you feel"
You should all be filled with harsh feelings of 'litost'.
nah, just a little verklempt
I'd rather be filled with kolace.
Or kolaches as we have Americanized it. I even grow my own poppyseed.
A Janak would understand litost and kolace and poppyseed. But be careful, lots of recipes for how to get very "high" on poppyseed on the net these days.