Oh geez, it’s been a while since I wrote. Which might not bother you. To quote my brother out of context, “I don’t care about your life, Becca. I care about my life.” (Yet he still reads my blog. Or he bullshits well.) In any case, I haven’t written. But I’ve been busy! I went to Chicago! I’ve been writing my novel! And, I’m learning French. You know why I’m learning French? I’m going to Paris in April. You know why I’m going to Paris? A total whim. I mean, I want to. Also, Squinchy clearly has a French soul.
Anyways, I’ve been listening to French language CD’s while I’ve been driving. (That’s the other thing I’ve been busy doing: driving. I’m more than making up for that quarter in grad school where I used one tank of gas.) The CD’s are really fun. Squinchy, having a French soul, has taken my speaking bad French to myself with great grace. But here’s the thing: I have always had a grudge against French, because I have no clue how to pronounce it. Spanish, that I can do — even if I don’t know what the words mean, I can read those Neruda poems from that book with the pink polkadot cover like nobody’s business. Watch out hearts. But as to pronouncing written French, I can’t even make an uneducated guess. Beyond not sounding French, it just sounds dumb. This is especially frustrating because I can usually catch the drift of the meaning, it being Latinate and all. I don’t have hissy fits over Russian and Urdu, but French, errgh.
Now, I am finally learning it. However, because I am learning from CD, which is all aural, I can say all these things, but I have NO IDEA how they’re spelled, except for a few words. It’s like there are two Frenches, which is actually kind of awesome. Let me give you an example: Bonjour! Como tally vou? tray bia! Jai compra a poole Francais. Esquoo vou voudrie boiee calcashose avec moi? Shay moi u shay vou. (I swear, half the CD is just date vocab. My place or your place? No wonder people like Paris.) Ou ay al hotel? Esque setti see? Jai veh dijonay mattnow. Jai voudre aussi boiee du le bierre al wheat uuur. Deco? Absulimopa!