Practically imperfect in every way. Start with a lot of silliness. Mix in some insecurities and a handful of awkwardness. Add a pound of naivety, innocence, and child-like wonderings. Blend well. Half-bake and top off with a sprinkle of imagination and dollop of dreams. It’s the recipe for me!
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Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been able to fairly convincingly speak in different accents. I don’t really think there’s any special trick to it, except the lack of fear of looking silly and hearing it in your head. I’ve been walking around the house for the past few days being British. Yeah, that’s what I said. Being British. I’m not sure why, exactly. It just sorta… happens. It drives my boys nuts. “Stop talking like Jane!” they demand. They’re referring to the Disney version of Tarzan. They’re sure my British accent is my impression of Jane.
When I took a French class I initially thought, “Cool, I can do a French accent. I just need to learn the language.” But then I wondered which was worse–an American botching the language with an obvious American accent, or an American botching the language while doing an American’s impresion of a French accent? I asked my professor, and he didn’t exactly answer the question. I think he said something along the lines of “try your best.” Try my best to what? I still want to know which is worse. I’m not shy about doing my French accent, but would it be offensive? I don’t know.
In other news, I’ve found myself in the weird habit of singing a handful of songs lately. These aren’t songs I love necessarily, and they’re not songs I hear that often. But for some reason, they just keep popping into my head. The one that “visits” me most often is Rod Stewart’s Reason to Believe. I wake up. There it is. Another song that have visited me recently is Against All Odds by Phil Collins. Why? I wish I knew. It just happens. The worst part about these songs showing up like this is that it starts to become a habit. Everytime I brush my teeth now, I think of Reason to Believe. Does anyone else experience this? Really, I’m curious. It’s not just music either, though that’s been my experience lately. You know that scene from The Sixth Sense where he catches his wife accepting a gift from a man she works with so he breaks the glass door? That scene plays through my head everytime I wash the boys’ hair during their bath. I’m guessing that I must have been thinking about the movie during one of their baths. For some reason, that scene and washing their hair have become a joined moment.
The more I think about it, the more bizarre connections I find in my head. I need to stop thinking about it.
What a wonderful outlook on life. You’re poor husband must have his hands full with you!
The accent thing is hilarious, but I often wonder if you could even hear your own accent in another language. You know what I mean?… if you knew how it sounded wrong you prbably wouldn’t do it. Right?…(notice the gratuitous use of elipses) ![]()
Cheers!
You’re and your are not the same.
My bad.
Yes, I’m afraid my husband has his hands full with me. I’m not sure he’d agree that my outlook on life is wondeful though. I think he would most likely say I am cracked in the head. ![]()
I think I know what you mean about not hearing my accent in another language, but I can tell the difference when I try. Maybe it’s not an accent as much as it is pronouncing the sounds correctly. I mean, there’s a difference between “tres bien” and “tray B.N.” or worse “tress B.N.” Does that make sense?
BTW, LOVE the ellipses… ![]()
OK I think I understand where you are going with it.
Peace Hope Love,
Mathias
I always have random songs floating through my head. The best though is when I can figure out how it got there. It’s like a little riddle my mind plays on me.
It’s the spark of an idea that hits me unexpectedly. It’s the silly wonderings I have after a whirlwind of thoughts. It’s about creativity, inspiration, and imagination. But sometimes, it’s just about eating noodles.
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