Accent Love
1. Say ‘poz’ to me*
Editors note: This is TOTALLY a love post, not a mocker. I can’t help the way I talk.
Over the years I’ve taken classes with lots of international visiting teachers and teachers who now live here but hail from other parts of the world. They’ve always immediately made me happy because I love accents. Love, love, love them, want-to-marry-them love them.
Due to my mangling of French, Maori and whispered attempts of Rotuman that my sisters and father try to teach me, it’s fair to say I am not gifted on the linguistic front.
Or around the chesticle area if you want to get really personal. But let’s not.
Recently though, I’ve been lucky enough to have practiced regularly with some awesome teachers from South America and I don’t want to say I love their accents the most but they are my fave voices to listen to as a student. It’s like a mix of happy/dramatic/light/sexy and hilarious when they get a little passionate and dial up the intensity.
Unlike someone I know, let’s call him my husband, I don’t actively take on their accents myself. I just admire from the mat. My, let’s call him my husband, once got off the plane at Heathrow, got in a cab for five minutes and turned into Oliver Twist. Know wot I mean? He managed to do that to every.single.person we met for the next week. One minute a posh gentleman of the establishment, then a northern miner. Wasn’t humiliating at all.
Which is why, when I do eventually get to travel around South America, I think I’ll go by myself.
*As in, ‘let’s just pause there a moment…’
2. Onions and garlic
Over the weekend I ate something that was strongly infused with both onions and garlic. Ugh.
I know you’re supposed to like them if you have any taste buds.
I want to openly acknowledge that I do not.
Like them, that is, or have taste buds (burnt them out years ago).
Should you want to invite me over for Christmas Dinner or throw me a surprise party, consider this a handy tidbit worth tucking inside your event planner.
I’m also vegan.
3. Missing NY, missing LA
Sigh.
As I watch my blisters pop and toenails start to grow in, the harsh realisation that I’m simply further away from The Best Trip Ever sets in.
I’m in deep decline.
I still have the NY Subway app on my phone. Fat lot of good it did, but… the heart wants what the heart wants.
It also wants to go business class if anyone is wondering what to get me to finish off Extended Birthday Month.
What’s your favourite accent?
(When I say vegan, I mean sometimes I eat cheese. Under duress.)
Photo by Augustin Diaz
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