#it's always learning new syntax that trips me up

[crabsnpersimmons]

Do the trio know sign language or are able to speak other languages for others who speak differently?

Eclipse: and now in the restaurant, many of our late Boss's old customers only speak Cantonese, so we still make use of our programming. The only learning curve we had was familiarizing ourselves with all the regional dialects and slang.

(apologies if i got the signs wrong, i'm still an ASL newbie, but i hope to learn more in the future!)

Fun Fact: did you know that in Cantonese slang, white rice can be referred to as 靚仔, which literally translates to "handsome boy". and the slang for congee is 靚女, "pretty girl"

do with that knowledge as you will 🍚

[star-gamerxox]

I is 18 now

Also happy anniversary @fallingraeofsun

Now enjoy this writing I did

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The character you’ll see that is new to you, is my way older oc. Indie Vira, or Indigo Vira/Virus is an older oc of mine. Cause I have no memory of exactly when I first made Indigo, I’ve always sorta put her birthday around my own.

Indie doesn’t fit in the second canon timeline. She doesn’t usually exist but I wanted to add her for the birthday special.

Her spouse isn’t in this as I don’t own him and I don’t know how the creator would feel about me including their ship kid in this specific story but anyone else I created is here.

(Indie is a horrortale frans kid. She was made years ago but I can’t bear to change her past so I take no rude judgement. As a baby her mom hid her and Error found her.)

I also made EveFalcity 17 for continuities sake.

“Are you sure she’ll be okay with it?” EveFalcity asked and Zenai nodded as he helped her pack the van. Error was currently helping get car snacks and Ink was trying to get Viri, still 2, to settle down enough for the car ride.

“I mean, I’d sure hope so. She’s technically your big sister.” Zenai hummed and Eve laughed.

“Sure she is. She has never been in my life before.” EveFalcity whispered coldly as she finished packing.

“Are you sure your parents don’t wanna come?” Error asked, making both teens jump.

“Yea. Dad and Fell don’t really wanna drive all the way out there to see her.” Zenai explained and Error sighed.

“Once upon a time, Blue adored her…” he looked down. EveFalcity watched him quietly, putting a hand on her papa’s shoulder.

“I feel as if it’s my fault… she had to leave for her safety… she was six last time she lived with us, and Eve was a baby…” he gulped a bit.

“Well she asked you to come. She obviously still wants you in her life. You visited her at least once a year and she’s a mother now… she probably better understands why you had to do what you did.” EveFalcity whispered and Error sighed.

“Yea… you’re right.” He sighed softly.

“Hey! If we don’t leave soon, we won’t make it there in time to be there for lunch tomorrow.” Ink called as he came out with the triplets, Viri, and Syntax.

“Sounds good!” Error started to smile again. Ink grinned as he buckled Viri up into her car seat. Error went to the driver's seat and started the van. It was a nine seater so they were lucky there were exactly nine people on the trip.

“You know, if you have any more kids, or allow your kids to bring more friends, you’ll need a minibus instead of a van.” Zenai called and Error rolled his eyes.

“Is everyone sitting down and buckled up?” Error called as he started up the car. Once he got the okay, he started out of the driveway towards Indigo’s house.

Indie looked out the window while her older biological brother, Blade, picked up her son from school.

“Things are gonna be different now… don’t worry momma,” she whispered, holding her locket close. Her mother and Blade had found her when she was in high school and her mom died before her son was born.

“I reached out to papa and asked him to come here… I might in fact take Roman with me and go home… Blades been wonderful but with my husbands… well, he left me with Roman and a soon to be second baby.” She said although finished speaking to her mother’s picture when Blade came home with Roman who was five.

“Mommy!” Roman squealed and Indigo turned to pick him up.

The next morning, around 11, Error arrived and Indigo couldn’t help but run out to hug her dad.

“Happy 24th birthday sweetheart.” Error whispered as he held her close. She closed her eyes and clung to him, smiling. If there was one thing she learned as she grew up, she had to seize the time she had.

Please continue to read the note as its part of the birthday special

Note from the author:

Hello everyone. I’m sorry if this story doesn’t make much sense, it’s not exactly supposed to. It’s only really written to make me smile.

In my 18 years of life, the biggest thing I’ve learned is that time passes so fast. A big example of this is the fact I had planned to do a big art piece and a better writing but now it’s the 9th and I haven’t yet even finished this writing. I hadn’t even started it.

I care so much about everyone who follows me and I want you all to know that. People like you make me wanna keep writing.

For a while I didn’t think I’d make it to 16. My step mom had hurt me but never physically. She made me doubt everything I was and I felt like giving up.

But here I am, turning 18.

She convinced me no one would truly love me but here I am, reaching two years with my girlfriend.

She told me my fanfiction and fanart would mean nothing but it gave me this group of people that care about my work and about me. It gave me more friends from places I didn’t think I could have friends from. I have friends all over the world and I’ve created so much more than I thought I could ever do.

I’m 18 but in many ways, my heart will always be of a child, full of ideas and love and everything I was when I was little.

When I was 6, my school did awards (my first elementary school did this every year) and I got a principals award. I got the principals award for best story teller. That was just the first step.

As a kid I never simply played. Every game I played, with other kids or with toys, I created a story. Some of them were the kinda stories no one would expect a kid to come up with but I created them. A woman who betrayed everyone and took their shoes to drain their life force. A pair of best friend who were trapped in a world and without the other, they could die. That kinda stuff.

And I would have lost so much of my creativity but I’ve always had people pushing me to continue.

So for anyone out there of any age, don’t give up. It’ll be okay. If you ever need someone to give you that motivation, I’ll be there as fast as I can.

Thank you so much for supporting me and I hope you continue to as I grow.

[leam1983]

On Grief

This is a long one. You're under no obligation to push further if you don't want to. It's a personal post, so I'll more than understand if this isn't to your tastes. The normally-scheduled pedantry, commentary and memes will resume shortly.

One of my relatives was diagnosed with ALS. What started as an odd case of palsy in her left set of vocal cords that could've been far more benign was just confirmed by her referred physician. It's Lou Gherig's, and with her age and current condition, her prognosis is of three to five years, tops. Sure, Stephen Hawking blew his own prognosis out of the water, but a combination of notoriety and luck enabled him to eke out as much existence as medical tech could've possibly allowed.

We knew things were suspect when my aunt, a marathoner with a monthly sub to Runner's World, stopped running. Her food intake dropped like a stone, and she soon took to increasingly simple painting and drawing styles. At first we thought it was just her wanting to explore simpler rendering techniques, but then...

Then we noticed the twitching. How awkwardly her pens and brushes were set in her hands. She was in great shape and didn't mind living in the ass-end of Sutton, basically in the open country and with a path leading up to her front door that was all in rough cobblestones. She broke a hip against them, last year.

Her speech started to slur, lately. Her last bike trip also landed her in the ER. She doesn't bike anymore. She doesn't run, and being a gourmand by nature, feels obligated to restrain herself, for fear of gaining weight. She's aggressively vegan. Not towards others, but towards herself. No meat, no eggs, nothing. Most of us ovo-lactos and omnivores in the family know her constant snacking meant her seventy-plus body is desperate for energy.

From the look of things, it feels like the diagnosis broke through her bullshit reasoning for being vegan. She wasn't vegan for the sake of limiting her carbon footprint or making more responsible choices at the grocery store, but because she, as a lifelong anorexic, thought she was ugly and needed to lose weight. That's been a constant with her. Age catches up and skin sags? She mistakes it for a love handle, cuts out virtually all sources of protein and carbs safe for tofu, seitan and bean-based preps. Of course, like a lot of anorexics, she'd have bulemic episodes. I used to sleep over at her last bachelor pad, as a teen, and I remember her pantry was loaded up for bear with Danish cookie tins, Nutella jars and whipped cream. I remember she invited me over specifically when she intended to cheat. Then it was back to yoga, pot-smoking, meditation and shopping runs - and she probably kept her purging for when I was gone.

So yeah. I'm betting Belgian Asshole (see one of my previous posts) convinced her to break her vows and went looking for a "slice of authentic Tikka Masala", to quote his email. The entire family is made up of ethnic food diehards, so we spam-flooded his inbox with recommendations. Looks like she'll be eating meat again, soon. Her own email mentioned concerns of strength and stamina, so I get it.

Otherwise? We're gobsmacked. Imagine spending an entire weekday both at work and off work, aggressively goofing off because you're trying as hard as you can not to think of your favourite aunt's mention of assisted suicide as an option.

Three to five years. Maybe one, or two good Christmases. After that, her condition should probably have started to deteriorate quickly.

I'm not close with a ton of my own family. I love them all, but it's more a sense of polite respect than anything involving solid bonds. The only two folks I know I'll be devastated for when they'll die are her, and my youngest cousin on the other side of the family.

I'm mostly okay now. No doubts, no crisis of unbelief, no anger, no rage... But then I'll see her in a more diminished state, one of those days. How am I going to take to it?

Part of me keeps a tally of the deaths in the family. First, it was my uncle on my mother's side. Ruptured abdominal artery, with a leak small enough to pool into the gut's cavity for months. Decay settled in, guy got anesthetized for an intervention...

They didn't even bother sewing him back up.

Second one was my other paternal aunt's new husband. First one was great, but left the country in the seventies to go live in Stockholm with his medical assistant. Second one was a geologist and physicist at the same campus she taught as. French guy, the son of innkeepers four generations down. It showed, too. Our Christmas tables haven't been the same since he left us his recipie books, all his corny jokes on provincial eating habits, and his obstinate focus on turning every 25th of December into a Roman orgy probably befitting of the old Saturnalia traditions. I mean, when's the last time you've had an eight-course meal, outside of Thanksgiving?

Tumors in his mesenteric artery lined the blood vessel's inner walls, deposited virtually everywhere in his body. He was diagnosed in June and dead by August. He'd always been the lanky type, bone-thin even if he hoovered food like he'd never have enough. He looked even thinner in his hospital bed.

Then, my maternal grandpa bit it. Decades of casual alcoholism, cirrhosis more or less jumping on him around his seventy-sixth year. He looked a bit like John Keston, the actor who played Gehn in CyanWorlds' Riven. Same hairline, same hawkish nose, same eyes - just more Cajun and less New England-esque. I don't know if it was youth or stupidity or - anything, really, but I dropped by to see him, just two days before he died. I didn't realize he was tallying my life, asking me if I had everything in order, if things were planned.

Now, I understand.

Next one on the chopping block is Aunt Doris, still on Mom's side. She of the serial mooching, she of the concept of not needing much to get by if you were the cute one of the family. She was pretty enough in her prime, sure - if by pretty you meant "cigarette-butt blonde with a discount Farah Fawcett blow-up and an unfinished High School degree". First husband was an abusive ass who gave her an uncommonly sensitive son, second one figured she'd stick to the minimum-wage circuit while he tore out rotator cuffs or busted his C7 while on his outboard like clockwork. By the end, she roped my grandmother into living with her, spent her days sloppy-drunk and died on her ratty couch while falling asleep and choking on her own vomit.

Before them all, the youngest of my uncles died at age two. Cancer. Never knew which one, was told it didn't matter. You didn't survive much of anything cancerous, back in the late fifties.

Ping-pong this back to three years ago, and my oldest paternal uncle dies. Paul, who smoked like a chimney for most of his life and successfully stopped after discovering Champix. He got to live five great years as the high-IQ oddball he'd always been, smoke-free. Paul was the weird bird in the family, the type to remember a really engrossing story at two in the morning and making a note to call you up first thing in the morning to share it. He always had a project of some sort to work on, like a simulated investors' tank for young entrepreneurs looking to learn the ropes, or a Byzantine arrangement of coaxials allowing four of his lakeside neighbours to pirate his cable sub. He'd invite us over for dinner, gather all the ingredients we'd need for whatever it was he wanted to treat us to - and then he'd let us cook it - just sitting by the sidelines, chatting away.

He was also a bit of a narcoleptic, and looked a bit like William Howard Taft if you'd worked him out of these old sack suits and into modern shirts and suspenders. He fell asleep practically everywhere, with his more wakeful environments being his workshop and his property's dock. He took me out fishing, once, and knew what the entire family expected.

"Oars're here, Gremlin, fish're that way. Wake me up when you've got a bite."

At this point, it wasn't even a point of concern; it was just an Uncle Paul Thing, the exact thing you'd have expected out of this kind, eccentric blob of a man whose idea of fishing involved pushing his hat over his eyes and basically all but ensuring that his roaring snores would scare prey away. He'd been a supposedly high-IQ type, terminally bored with almost everything, only really getting agitated and interested back when I asked him for help for my Junior High Computer class's Javascript calculator. Once the syntax hit something familiar and he realized that JS has some similarities with FORTRAN, he was on a roll, acting like someone had snuck a Red Bull in his coffee.

Well, fibrosis caught up with him. His last hours were spent directing us on how to cook what would've been his last meal. I think he really just wanted to know we were alright, that we still could exchange laughs around the kitchen counter. He clocked out the way he always did, except he had an oxygen tube running under his nose. His head bobbed down, he snored loudly for a few minutes, then turned increasingly quiet...

And that was it.

And now there's Isabelle. The marathoner, my partner-in-crime when it comes to professing to have a healthy diet while occasionally cheating in glorious, weekend-defining means, my gateway to cannabis and also the first person who took my cringy self-insert fanfic fodder and went No, that's worth it! Push it, develop that universe of yours!

I wouldn't be almost two-thirds of the way through my first decent manuscript, if not for her, and I wouldn't be shopping for publishers with the same energy you'd reserve for weekend-grade Facebook putzing-about. I owe her part of my self-acceptance, and part of my discovery of what defines my routine to this day. Isabelle was my first meditation coach.

And in three to five years, she might be gone.

I just thought grief might be... noisier, is all. Louder. Right now, it's just germane to confusion, and it's sitting there. There's a pinch of fear in it, too. My parents are in their mid-sixties. How long do I have left with them?!

And the family and I just covered that up with jokes and, well, cooking. I've been told I'd make a half-decent therapist but - navigating your own emotions is hard work...

I don't know. I guess I needed to put this down somewhere.

[yeoldontknow]

🖊writerly conversation tag

tagged by @j-pping to do this amazing interview/reflections tag. of course she put together one of the most amazing tags ever because she is brilliant. thank you for tagging me angel! 

questions below the cut!

2020

what was the most challenging part of writing this year?

gosh...i think for me the hardest bit was staying both motivated and inspired. a lot of my inspiration comes from being out in the world. im an introvert but i enjoy being out in the city around the noise and the people and the buildings on my own. the majority of my writing used to be done while riding the subway or on a weekend after id gone out somewhere. a lot of my fics are inspired by locations, and experiences within those locations. being inside for the majority of the year made it hard for me to remember how...people interact with or relate to the spaces around them. so i felt like a lot of the time staying inspired was coming from places within just me that felt inauthentic. i think my writing benefits from my ability to see multiple perspectives, so i felt like a lot of dialogue or writing itself was suffering just coming from me alone. it took a lot of work to ensure that it wasnt like that. 

and then, motivation was also so hard. the internet and the news and everything about america, the planet, the everything was unrelenting and draining. we as people were privy to so much trauma this year, to the collapse and fracture of communities, lives, governments. there were several weeks at the end of may and into june where i just...couldnt. i had no energy for anything. it happened again in november after the election and the windfall of it. energetic tensions were so high it just felt so hard to push out words when things were breaking everywhere. like there were more important things i needed to focus on, and healing was one of them.

what was the most enjoyable/rewarding part of writing this year?

i enjoyed the new community of writers/friends i found by writing for bts again. they challenged me and pushed me to better myself. @jamaisjoons is so inspirational in the way she generates community and encourages relationships between storytellers. doing the summer bucket list pushed me out of my hermit hole for camp nano, and i cranked out molotov cocktail and felt so proud of it. it mattered so much to me because it was the first long thing id written after a period of feeling deceased, and it was so enjoyable because there was a sense of community around it. its easy to forget how essential having a support system in your creative community is.

what piece has left the most impact on you and why?

probably ciperion. words cannot express how proud i am of that story and the direction its going in. i read it back sometimes and i realize that my writing was elevated because of that piece. tbh molotov was responsible for that lift, but ciperion was just a whole other tier. ive also never written anything like that story before and it felt so good exploring the themes of seafaring and pirates. 

what have you learned about yourself through the process of writing in the past year?

that i absolutely am someone who took for granted how inspiring the world is even if i see it as a stressor. but also that writing isnt necessarily about being inspired. its about pushing on when its hard. some of my best pieces came from that kind of push this year. 2020 felt like...a slog through most of it, but i kept pushing myself to write even when i was low and tired. i realized that some of my best writing comes from that push, when its not easy and when its difficult and i have to think harder. thats where i grow. 

how has your writing changed in the past year? how have you grown?

i think im more syntax and detailed focused than i used to be. lately ive been experimenting with making the act of reading feel like pleasure. my favourite books are the ones where i read a sentence, and im moved because it felt nice to read or it felt powerful. the sentence itself had power, not the image it was trying to convey. somehow separate, if that makes sense. theres a lot i need to learn before i could go off comfortably and try to write a book, and this is what ive been trying to master. my attention to detail has grown, and sometimes i think thats a detriment. i think sometimes im too detailed and i dont leave my reader enough power on their own. im still finding that balance, but i think im pleased right now with what im trying to push myself to master.

2021

ignoring your wips for a second, if you had all the time and energy in the world to write your magnum opus piece, what would it be about? why is that the dream story you’d write, all other things controlled for?

ive had two books in my mind forever. one was originally being written as a fanfic in a different fandom before i stopped and realized its too big and so much more important, and is worth being a book id like to write. if i wrote an opus like this it would actually be a book id submit to publishers but ~

- hundreds of years in the future, society has learned how to cure most diseases. for those we cannot, the sick person can be cryogenically frozen for a period of time until a cure is found. there is, however, a limit to the length of time they are frozen. no one has ever been frozen for over 100 years, and the main character is a scientist embarking on the experiment to do just that. it is, effectively, time travel. the main character is rash, selfish, sarcastic - not a very nice person; invested in their work and science and little else. they freeze themselves and wake up in the future. during their time in rehab they have to confront the horror theyve made of themselves, the horror people have made of the future, learn to be vulnerable. they end up falling in love with another scientist etc etc. theres so much more to this story and the world is enormous. one day ill revisit it

- a fictional play on orpheus in the underworld where a female main character’s brother was sold by their mother to the goddess of the underworld (helena instead of hades) for eternal youth. the gods all live in a hotel (the concept of this main thing is being used in elysian fields but its not remotely the same) after they were removed from the heavens. main character (ophelia) must gather several totems from the gods to prove her worth and survive her trip into the underworld to rescue him. id like to not focus on a woman finding romance, and instead a woman finding herself, her strength, her devotion to family, her power, and connecting with her history.

how do you want to grow in your writing this year?

this year id like to find balance, like i mentioned above, with my need for detail and my trust in my readers. the balance between detail and dialogue. i want to try to condense my writing again so not everything is a goddamn series. the ideas i have are huge and thats great but i need to remember how to parse things again, while still maintaining impact.

what’s one thing you’d wish to see in the fan-writing community this year?

i want more community, in general. as a multi fan, i see pockets in the kpop fandom where it exists and im well and truly aware that its recently become incredibly hard to foster on the exo side. ill just say that. maybe i dont witness it or its happening amongst blogs i havent found or have not found me. i want to see less dialogue about ‘popular blogs,’ whatever that means; less focus on notes; less worries about statistics. i want people to remember that fandom is not about numbers, and the moment you make it about that is the moment you stop having fun. i want less fear from writers regarding sharing work they read and liked, less shame around it. i want to see more vocal communication for the things people like and don’t like, more engagement and more interaction. the concept of popular blogs is so ridiculous to me, because no one has any control over the metrics. no one has control over who follows them or reads their work except the person doing the actual reading. i want people to realize they hold so much power - a person with 10k notes has as much power as a person with 2 notes because sharing is what fosters community. i want this fandom to remember to share again.

name one new thing you want to try doing in your writing this year.

gosh i really love postmodernism in writing. think like mark z danielewski, who plays with the shapes of words or the act of holding a book - the physicality of it. id like to maybe write a choose your own adventure, or do something that encompasses multiple platforms. or even, more importantly, finish as still as sound and time runner. those are more reasonable goals. time runner actually is done, i just need to stop pressuring myself about it and edit it to get it up. asas, too, is largely done i just need to get my ass together. i have so many other ideas no one has ever seen i need to finish what ive started. thats a real goal.

tagging: @yehet-me-up @jamaisjoons @kyungseokie @jenmyeons @luffles424 @yoonia @shadowsremedy @chillingkoo @onherwings @inkedtae @ninibears-erigom @imdifferentshadesofpurple @readyplayerhobi @ditzymax @sugaurora @snackhobi @yeojaa @sahmfanficbts @xjoonchildx @johobi and anyone else who wants to do this. as always please only do so if comfortable or you want to!

[catthefearless]

Unexpected Traveler Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Loosely based on The Hobbit movies.  PG rating because of violence.

The company, which she now knew, numbered 13 Dwarves, Bilbo, and Gandalf the Gray. She and Gandalf had never run into each other until now but both were aware of the other. He was one of the five wizards and wise men of Middle Earth, ageless even though he appeared as an old man. She knew some about him through Radagast the Brown and the tales he told her as she was learning nature craft from him. She knew how to communicate with animals of all sorts and was honing her craft while with the brown wizard.

As they set up camp for the night, she tried to recall all the Dwarves names and a little something about each one so she could remember them easier. Bilbo overheard her muttering to herself quietly and looked at her to try and understand what she was saying.

“Bifur speaks with hands and carves. Bombur was a miner and wears a hat. Bofur is the jolly cook.”

“Nope, the other way around,” Bilbo said out loud and startled Jovanna. She spun around with a shocked look on her face. “Bofur wears a hat and Bombur cooks,” he replied to her surprised look.

“Oh my! Thank you for clarifying.” She shook her head and laughed and he along with her.  “I’m just doing a little memory trick so I can remember everyone. It’s not like I’m going along on the journey but I’d still like to remember everyone’s names.”

“I do wish you would consider it dear cousin. These Dwarves can be a bit beastly at times and having someone who at least understands Hobbits would be lovely.” He looked up at her as if pleading with her. “I understand why you can’t but it would be nice.”

“I’m not sure when I’ll have another opportunity to get back to Imladris again.” She looked down at Bilbo and smiled. “It’s really good to spend time with you too cousin and I’m sure we’ll have other opportunities after this adventure of yours.”

He smiled back at her. His mind was a muddle of images from their trip so far and what they had yet to do. He saw vividly an image of a great dragon atop a horde or gold. He shook his head and tried to clear the images. He looked back at Jovanna. He wondered if she had just done that, giving him some of those images to think about. Instead of looking at something potentially bleak he decided to concentrate on something positive.

“I’ve studied a little Sindarin but haven’t had any practical practice with it. Maybe you could speak it with me.” Bilbo looked up at her with large child-like eyes.

Jovanna laughed.  “Perhaps we could do just that but I’d prefer if we did so out of earshot of any of the Dwarves.”  Bilbo nodded and waited.  She sighed and looked around. “As soon as camp is settled for the night, we can take a walk before it gets too dark and chat a bit.”

“I’m on it!” Bilbo shot back to her as he went in search of anyone needing help with chores.  Jovanna smiled at him as he went on his way. ‘Always the eager one to learn something new. Just like your momma was.’ Jovanna thought as she finished tying out her horse and settling her in for the night.

 Just before supper, Jovanna and Bilbo ventured into the surrounding trees to have their chat. He was actually quite good at Sindarin and the only thing he needed help with was pronunciation and a little syntax. She laughed when he seemed stumped at something and tried to explain that Khuzdul was even more convoluted and difficult.

“It’s not like Westron where the verbs and adverbs make sense. With Khuzdul, it’s implied in how you stress the words that makes the biggest difference,” she said with a smile.

“How did you learn so many languages?” Bilbo looked at her as she sat on a fallen tree trunk.  He sat down next to her and waited for her reply.

“Mom and Da both speak Westron and Khuzdul although Da’s Westron is definitely better than his Khuzdul. Mom speaks Sindarin and Da pretends he understands her.” They both laughed.

Just then they heard someone tramping through the leaf litter coming towards them. Jovanna called out, “Come on out, you’re a lousy tracker so you might as well show yourself.”

Fili appeared from behind a tree and smiled as Jovanna laughed. “I’m a good tracker and can be silent, I just wanted you to know I was coming.” Jovanna shook her head and smiled at him.

Fili sobered up a bit and looked at them both. “Supper is almost ready,” he said as he gestured back towards the camp. “Oh, and don’t let Uncle hear you speaking Sindarin together, he might not be too happy about that!” He looked at them seriously then broke into a grin. They all three laughed as they made their way back to the camp for what smelled like a delicious stew cooking.

After supper when all the company gathered in their usual manner for the evening, Gandalf gestured for Jovanna to join him for a private conversation. They walked over towards the horses and out of hearing distance of the camp. She looked up at the gray wizard and wondered what was on his mind.

“Well now, it seems we have run in the same groups and have never properly met.” He blew smoke out that looked like rabbits running. “I know that you and Radagast are acquainted.” He puffed once more, this time horses prancing. “I know you studied with Radagast on animal lore and healing. If we are to become more familiar, I would have you know that I am familiar with your parents.” Jovanna nodded for him to continue. “It seems you would be a welcome companion on this journey of Thorin’s and you could look after your wee cousin Bilbo. I’m sure Elrond and the others wouldn’t mind postponing your next level of training until after this, this….” He trailed off as if looking for the right words.

“A quest, perhaps?” Jovanna said as she nodded to him assuring him that she had been listening.

The Gray wizard leaned back against a tree trunk as he smiled his mirthful grin at her. He was trying to compose his thoughts as he puffed on his pipe more.

“This quest as you put it, is very important to Thorin and his people although we may be on a bit of a fool’s holiday.” He puffed again and then blew out a dragon of smoke.

“Ah yes, the dreaded worm Smaug,” Jovanna shook her head as she watched the animated smoke drift off. “I’ve had visions of Bilbo facing him although I haven’t seen how it ends.” She looked down and wished for the distraction of the wizard’s smoke images. “I do have my mother’s gift for visions and what I see is so jumbled up right now. I’ll take some time with the seers of my Elven kin to see what to make of these flashes.”

“Probably best you don’t tell Thorin you can peek into the future.” Gandalf tapped his pipe out on a tree stump. “He doesn’t believe in those kinds of gifts, many Dwarves do not.”

Just then she got a flash of Thorin in a crown but he was very agitated about it. She shook her head and cleared the vision of it and looked up at the wizard. “I’m not certain Thorin will be happy with his success.” He hummed in agreement as the noises from the camp drifted towards them.

“I’m not sure he will ever be truly happy until the last of his kin is settled into Erebor and he finally has everything that was taken from him.” He huffed a bit as he looked towards the camp. Jovanna caught a flash of vision of Thorin chasing Bilbo and not as if in a game. She bit her lower lip and her eyes grew wide.

“I’m not sure Bilbo will be safe with him either but I’m not sure why. I want to protect him but I’m not sure what the best way to do that would be. I’ve been to Lake Town and have seen close up the devastation of Dale. I’m not sure why you think he can take on Smaug.”

“He is a singularly unique Hobbit, has more of his mother’s blood in his veins and he would make a fine burglar.” Gandalf patted her shoulder as he turned to go back to the camp. “Tomorrow we will be passing by the nearest passage to Imladris and I suggest you make up your mind by midday tomorrow if you will be continuing on this quest.”  

She nodded her head and then followed him back to the camp and all the jovial conversations around the fire.

 The next morning as she and Bilbo prepared ponies for their travels, he took her aside for a moment for a private conversation.

“I know your mind is mostly made up on going to Rivendell but know that I will miss you and wish 100 times a day you were still with us.” He took her hand and smiled up at her.

She surprised him as she drew him into a hug and kissed the top of his curly locks. “Yes, and I will wish I was with you too as I am tested time and again on the healing arts I’ll be learning.” She released him and reached into the bag hanging on her belt. She withdrew a small purplish stone. She held it up to the sunlight and it sparkled in rainbows around them when it caught the light.

“This is a special stone that will help us keep in touch. You hold it in your hand and think of me and I’ll be able to perceive your mood and feelings in that moment. I’ll know when you’re safe and when you might need help.” She placed the stone in his hand. He looked down at it and then up at her again. “We can test it a bit today on our ride and see how well we can communicate. It’s a bit one sided but it should work well enough.” She sighed as she looked into his eyes.

“The nearest entry point into Imladris is coming up today and I’ll be saying my goodbyes along the trail today.” His eyes teared up and she looked away as she patted his shoulder. She could already feel his emotions through the stone. “I can join you along the way if anything should happen.” He looked up at her with teary eyes and nodded. He tucked the stone into a pocket of his waistcoat and patted it. She reached up and ruffled his curls. They both laughed as they headed for their horses.

  Along the trail, Jovanna took the time to talk to each Dwarf along the way. She wanted them all to know they were important to her and that she would come and help, if needed.

Fili pulled her back from the column of riders and looked very seriously at her as he pulled out a small dagger from his boot. “This was forged by my father before I was born. I have kept it with me as a token of his steadfast love. It’s a personal charm for luck. I want you to carry it with you until we are united once again.” He held the small knife out to her and she gently took it from his hand.

“It’s beautifully made. Are you sure you wish for me to have it?” Jovanna looked at him stunned.

“I place it in your care until we meet again. I am certain we must meet again.” He looked at her with a tear rolling down his cheek. “You are the most amazing woman I have ever known and I wish to know you better in time. This is our own special bond assuring we will see each other again.” He patted her hand then urged his pony forward again. When he came alongside Kili, they talked in low tones and Kili cast a glance back towards Jovanna and smiled at her. She raised a hand in greeting and smiled back at him.

Jovanna marveled at the dagger for a moment before securing it in her belt. She knew what a gift like this meant and wasn’t quite sure how she felt about it. She had a slight flash of him laughing and running in a green field followed by another flash of her kneeling over him, injured she guessed. She blinked away tears herself as she tried to make sense of the images and what Fili was to the future of Erebor and to her. She had come to know the golden prince during their time together and admired his courage and willingness to follow his uncle into danger for their ancestral home.

A little later, at a fork in the trail, Jovanna bid her last farewells to the Company of Thorin Oakenshield and rode directly towards a small pass in the foothills of the Misty Mountains.

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[wearyewe]

...The candidates were talking about health care. At first, Biden sounded strong, confident, presidential: “My plan makes a limit of co-pay to be One. Thousand. Dollars. Because we—”

He stopped. He pinched his eyes closed. He lifted his hands and thrust them forward, as if trying to pull the missing sound from his mouth. “We f-f-f-f-further support—” He opened his eyes. “The uh-uh-uh-uh—” His chin dipped toward his chest. “The-uh, the ability to buy into the Obamacare plan.” Biden also stumbled when trying to say immune system.

Fox News edited these moments into a mini montage. Stifling laughter, the host Steve Hilton narrated: “As the right words struggled to make that perilous journey from Joe Biden’s brain to Joe Biden’s mouth, half the time he just seemed to give up with this somewhat tragic and limp admission of defeat.”

Several days later, Biden’s team got back in touch with me. One of his aides gingerly asked whether I’d noticed the former vice president stutter during the debate. Of course I had—I stutter, far worse than Biden. The aide said he was ready to talk about it. In November, after Biden stumbled multiple times during a debate in Atlanta, the topic would become even more relevant.

...Stuttering is a neurological disorder that affects roughly 70 million people, about 3 million of whom live in the United States. It has a strong genetic component: Two-thirds of stutterers have a family member who actively stutters or used to. Biden’s uncle on his mother’s side—“Uncle Boo-Boo,” as he was called—stuttered his whole life.

In the most basic sense, a stutter is a repetition, prolongation, or block in producing a sound. It typically presents between the ages of 2 and 4, in up to twice as many boys as girls, who also have a higher recovery rate. During the develop­mental years, some children’s stutter will disappear completely without intervention or with speech therapy. The longer someone stutters, however, the lower the chances of a full recovery—­perhaps due to the decreasing plasticity of the brain. Research suggests that no more than a quarter of people who still stutter at 10 will completely rid themselves of the affliction as adults.

The cultural perception of stutterers is that they’re fearful, anxious people, or simply dumb, and that stuttering is the result. But it doesn’t work like that. Let’s say you’re in fourth grade and you have to stand up and recite state capitals. You know that Juneau is the capital of Alaska, but you also know that you almost always block on the j sound. You become intensely anxious not because you don’t know the answer, but because you do know the answer, and you know you’re going to stutter on it.

Stuttering can feel like a series of betrayals. Your body betrays you when it refuses to work in concert with your brain to produce smooth speech. Your brain betrays you when it fails to recall the solutions you practiced after school with a speech therapist, allegedly in private, later learning that your mom was on the other side of a mirror, watching in the dark like a detective. If you’re a lucky stutterer, you have friends and family who build you back up, but sometimes your protectors betray you too.

...The students are taking turns reading a book, one by one, up and down the rows. “I could count down how many paragraphs, and I’d memorize it, because I found it easier to memorize than look at the page and read the word. I’d pretend to be reading,” Biden says. “You learned early on who the hell the bullies were,” he tells me later. “You could tell by the look, couldn’t you?”

...“The paragraph I had to read was: ‘Sir Walter Raleigh was a gentleman. He laid his cloak upon the muddy road suh-suh-so the lady wouldn’t soil her shoes when she entered the carriage,’ ” Biden tells me, slightly and unintentionally tripping up on the word so. “And I said, ‘Sir Walter Raleigh was a gentle man who—’ and then the nun said, ‘Mr. Biden, what is that word?’ And it was gentleman that she wanted me to say, not gentle man. And she said, ‘Mr. Buh-Buh-Buh-Biden, what’s that word?’ ”

...Listening back to that part of the conversation after our interview made me feel dizzy. I can only speculate as to why Biden’s campaign agreed to this interview, but I assume the reasoning went something like this: If Biden disclosed to me, a person who stutters, that he himself still actively stutters, perhaps voters would cut him some slack when it comes to verbal misfires, as well as errors that seem more related to memory and cognition.

But whenever I asked Biden about what appeared to be his present-day stuttering, the notably verbose candidate became clipped, or said he didn’t remember, or spun off to somewhere new.

I wondered if I reminded Biden of his old self, a ghost from his youth, the stutterer he used to be. He and I are about the same height. We happened to be wearing the exact same outfit that day: navy suit, white shirt, no tie. We both went to all-male prep schools, the sort of place where displaying any weakness is a liability.

As I listened to the recording of our interview, I remembered how I used to respond when people asked me about my stutter. I’d shut down. I’d try to change the subject. I’d almost always look away.

...This evolution in treatment has been accompanied by a new movement to destigmatize the disorder, similar to the drive to view autism through a lens of “neuro­diversity” rather than as a pathology. The idea is to accept, even embrace, one’s stutter. There are practical reasons for this: Research shows, according to Donaher, that the simple disclosure “I stutter” benefits both the stutterer and the listener—the former gets to explain what’s happening and ease the awkward tension so the latter isn’t stuck wondering what’s “wrong” with this person. Saying those two words is harder than it seems. “I’m working with people who spend their whole lives and are never able to disclose it,” Donaher told me.

Eric S. Jackson, an assistant professor of communicative sciences and dis­orders at NYU, told me he believes that Biden’s eye movements—the blinks, the downward glances—are part of his ongoing efforts to manage his stutter. “As kids we figure out: Oh, if I move parts of my body not associated with the speech system, sometimes it helps me get through these blocks faster,” Jackson, a stutterer himself, explained. Jackson credits an intensive program at the American Institute for Stuttering, in Manhattan, with bringing him back from a “rock bottom” period in his mid-20s, when he says his stutter kept him from meeting women or speaking up enough to reach his professional goals. Afterward, Jackson went all in on disclosure: Every day for six months, he stood up during the subway ride to and from work and announced that he was a person who stutters. “I had this new relationship with my stuttering—I was like Hercules,” he told me. At 41, Jackson still stutters, but in conversation he confidently maintains eye contact and appears relaxed. He wishes Biden would be more transparent about his intermittent disfluency. “Running for president is essentially the biggest stage in the world. For him to come out and say ‘I still stutter and it’s fine’ would be an amazing, empowering message.”

Occasionally, Biden has used present-tense verbs when discussing his stutter. “I find myself, when I’m tired, cuh-cuh-­catching myself, like that,” he said during a 2016 American Institute for Stuttering speech. Biden has used the phrase we stutterers at times, but in most public appearances and interviews, Biden talks about how he overcame his speech problem, and how he believes others can too. You can watch videos posted by his campaign in which Biden meets young stutterers and encourages them to follow his lead. They’re sweet clips, even if the underlying message—­beat it or bust—is out of sync with the normalization movement.

Emma Alpern is a 32-year-old copy editor who co-leads the Brooklyn chapter of the National Stuttering Association and co-founded NYC Stutters, which puts on a day-long conference for stuttering de­stigmatization. Alpern told me that she’s on a group text with other stutterers who regularly discuss Biden, and that it’s been “frustrating” to watch the media portray Biden’s speech impediment as a sign of mental decline or dishonesty. “Biden allows that to happen by not naming it for what it is,” she said, though she’s not sure that his presidential candidacy would benefit if he were more forthcoming. “I think he’s dug himself into a hole of not saying that he still stutters for so long that it would strike people as a little weird.”

...As he watched The King’s Speech, Biden accurately guessed that the screenwriter, David Seidler, was a stutterer. “He showed me a copy of a speech they found in an attic that the king had actually used, where he marks his—it’s exactly what I do!” Biden tells me, his voice lifting. “My staff, when I have them put something on a prompter—I wish I had something to show you.”

He pulls out a legal pad and begins drawing diagonal lines a few inches apart, as if diagramming invisible sentences: x words, breath, y words, breath. “Because it’s just the way I have—the, the best way for me to read a, um, a speech. I mean, when I saw The King’s Speech, and the speech—I didn’t know anybody who did that!”

...A stutter does not get worse as a person ages, but trying to keep it at bay can take immense physical and mental energy. Biden talks all day to audiences both small and large. In addition to periodically stuttering or blocking on certain sounds, he appears to intentionally not stutter by switching to an alternative word—a technique called “circumlocution”—­which can yield mangled syntax. I’ve been following practically everything he’s said for months now, and sometimes what is quickly characterized as a memory lapse is indeed a stutter. As Eric Jackson, the speech pathologist, pointed out to me, during a town hall in August Biden briefly blocked on Obama, before quickly subbing in my boss. The headlines after the event? “Biden Forgets Obama’s Name.” Other times when Biden fudges a detail or loses his train of thought, it seems unrelated to stuttering, like he’s just making a mistake. The kind of mistake other candidates make too, though less frequently than he does.

During his 2016 address at the American Institute for Stuttering, Biden told the room that he’d turned down an invitation to speak at a dinner organized by the group years earlier. “I was afraid if people knew I stuttered,” he said, “they would have thought something was wrong with me.”

Yet even when sharing these old, hard stories, Biden regularly characterizes stuttering as “the best thing that ever happened” to him. “Stuttering gave me an insight I don’t think I ever would have had into other people’s pain,” he says. I admire his empathy, even if I disagree with his strict adherence to a tidy redemption narrative.

In Biden’s office, as my time is about to run out, I bring up the fact that Trump crudely mocked a disabled New York Times reporter during the 2016 campaign. “So far, he’s called you ‘Sleepy Joe.’ Is ‘St-St-St-Stuttering Joe’ next?”

“I don’t think so,” Biden says, “because if you ask the polls ‘Does Biden stutter? Has he ever stuttered?,’ you’d have 80 to 95 percent of people say no.” If Trump goes there, Biden adds, “it’ll just expose him for what he is.”

I ask Biden something else we’ve been circling: whether he worries that people would pity him if they thought he still stuttered.

He scratches his chin, his fingers trembling slightly. “Well, I guess, um, it’s kind of hard to pity a vice president. It’s kind of hard to pity a senator who’s gotten six zillion awards. It’s kind of hard to pity someone who has had, you know, a decent family. I-I-I-I don’t think if, now, if someone sits and says, ‘Well, you know, the kid, when he was a stutterer, he must have been really basically stupid,’ I-I-I don’t think it’s hard to—I’ve never thought of that. I mean, there’s nobody in the last, I don’t know, 55 years, has ever said anything like that to me.”

He slips back into politician mode, safe mode, Uncle Joe mode: “I hope what they see is: Be mindful of people who are in situations where their difficulties do not define their character, their intellect. Because that’s what I tell stutterers. You can’t let it define you.” He leans across the desk. “And you haven’t.” He’s in my face now. “You can’t let it define you. You’re a really bright guy.”

He’s telling me, in essence, that my stutter doesn’t matter, which is what I want to tell him right back. But here’s the thing: Most of the time, Biden speaks smoothly, and perhaps he sincerely does not believe that he still stutters at all. Or maybe Biden is simply telling me the story he’s told himself for several decades, the one he’s memorized, the one he can comfortably express. I don’t want to hear Biden say “I still stutter” to prove some grand point; I want to hear him say it because doing so as a presidential candidate would mean that stuttering truly doesn’t matter—for him, for me, or for our 10-year-old selves...

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Vote for whomever you think would be the best president. There are plenty of valid reasons to prefer one candidate over another. But stop spouting off bullshit conspiracy theories while pretending to be an expert in speech pathology, stuttering, AND senility. (And realize you’re also implicitly calling everyone with a stutter or any speech disorder mentally demented or mentally deficient).

[accountant-to-ai]

20200705 2224

1. These days, I find solving algorithm tasks quite relaxing. Unusual, I guess. It reminded me of the hype for coders and those coding boot camps a few years ago. When I just got to college, people were already talking about how software engineer/developers were overpaid, and how easy it was to transit to tech career: you decide whatever path you want to take, enroll in an intensive coding course, focus on your portfolio, take a 3-month internship and voilà, you are an engineer now. 

Algorithm is the very core of computer science, as it hones your problem-solving skills. But those engineers/coders are cornered when it comes to a complicated matter since they are taught to solve everything possible by available tools. By this, I mean unnecessary tools, like how you try to calculate 1 + 1 by a financial calculator.

2. Now, the hype came back. People turn to data science, blindly jump into it. Parents force their children to learn Python, hope they could catch up with the data scientist trend. Students, those got sick of their low-paying job,… rush to any center possible. They try to learn Python, while 4 out of 10 lessons are just how to set up the environment and its syntax - which can be reached easily by googling ‘python doc.’ 

Then they get bored right away when a problem arises, and there is no library available to solve it. They proceed to TensorFlow, PyTorch, and other trending AI stuff. Using available notebooks on the internet, crawl a random dataset on Kaggle. And voilà, they call themselves a data scientist. History then happens again when so-called scientists have to face a real business problem…

3. My dad believes firmly in traditional jobs; one of those is (obviously) accountant (you can guess why I switched to tech career despite being an accounting bachelor). Unfortunately, his daughters broke his expectation in a not-so-gentle-way (again, you can imagine how angry and disappointed he was). Still, the man is persistent. Even when I already stood my ground, he always tries to persuade/force/beg me to come back being an accountant. 

My answers are ever the same. Initially, I found this annoying, then turned to appreciate it later. Talking to my dad from time to time reminds me of my own advantages. It’s not easy to dive headfirst into a battle. You only just know how to use a machine gun, and people around you already practiced with it since ages ago. Finding another way around should be the way, and a long way indeed. But it worths it. 

4. I resigned from my last job in the middle of the COVID-19 epidemic breakout in Vietnam. Then my career just went on and off with countless freelancing gigs and remote jobs, which will never be written into my resume. A 6-month sabbatical period, long enough. Even with an income, it was still depressing for a woman in her early 20s to stay home. She had to watch her friends from the same batch of her class going on their business trip and throwing jokes on “đi khách” and stuff.

It took me a week or two - or maybe a month (?) to come to terms with it. That whatever I do, my top priority is still to graduate. And again, what can I do while being at home and stuck with school stuff? I decided to go back to classes, reach out to my lecturers and teachers. As expected, people were surprised at my resume and whatever I crafted throughout the years. I got that all the time, by “that” I mean the reaction when people heard that I was an accountant and could do Python. However, the “surprise” I got that time was pleasant. I was acknowledged for my own abilities - not for the fucking stereotype that “accountants are dull and tech-blind."

5. I have never imagined myself to say this, but I miss being a college student now. Before, I tried to detach myself from my class and classmates. My wish was to leave college as soon as possible, as I was comfortable being by myself. Being a student again for 6 months made me realize how much I missed in my 20, yet I enjoyed it even for a short while.

Apart from that, these were my most valuable lessons:

- Never stop learning. Even when you leave college, it never hurts to learn something new.

- If you do something, do it to your heart’s content so you won’t regret it later.

- Learn how to ask for help. You might be okay, or even excellent in your field, but you are still a human. Asking for help is not weak or indebted to someone; it’s merely to lighten the load on your shoulder. And also, people process their information in different ways. Asking for their insight might give you an idea for what you are stuck on.

- Screw people. I mean, don’t do stuff just because people say it is the trend. Doesn’t mean you have to oppose the mainstream - just ask yourself if it worths it.

Still, long way to go.Hanoi, 05/7/2020 10:24 PM.

[anythingobi]

You asked for Obi-Wan related prompts, how about modern!AU QuiObi? University!AU or AU where they are diplomats or coffeshop!AU really, whatever suits for you most.

Hey my guy! Sorry it took me so long to fill this. I started my first full time job and it’s exhausting af. I’m finally starting to get used to it though.

The thing about NATO was that the pay was shit. Qui-Gon had joined for the same reasons many others had—opportunity to travel, engaging work, variety. He was quickly pipelined into the job of facilitating dialogue, which was really just a more boring way to say being overly polite to people to ensure that nobody could blame a war on him. His unshakable calm and nonexistent temper allowed him to excel, but despite it all he had to make endless sacrifices to ensure he would be able to retire comfortably. In the end, it was as tiring and as much work as any other job.

Of course if he’d had another job he wouldn’t have Obi-Wan, which might have actually been a good thing. He’d thought his days of tripping over his own words were long gone. He’d built an entire career out of it. Why he suddenly became a stuttering mess around the man was, well it was obvious. The boy was young, idealistic, smart, and extremely eye catching. He also would have tripped over himself to do anything Qui-Gon asked had he been capable of tripping, but no, he had to follow instructions with grace and ease. The man couldn’t even make a cup of tea without drawing eyes, and Qui-Gon was stuck with that frustration now since they were practically attached at the hip when on the clock.

This was new territory for Qui-Gon. He’d never worked with a dedicated translator before, but there was absolutely no way to argue against it. No argument could change the fact that Obi-Wan spoke Arabic and he didn’t, and no argument could change the fact that he was currently on a trip that required communication with many native Darija speakers. Obi-Wan, of course, seemed right at home.

They were also staying together. They’d been told that the place they were staying had accommodations for two, but in reality they were in the same room and there wasn’t really a bed at all. Instead, both of them were on pieces of strange couch-like furniture that were too hard to truly be comfortable, leaving Qui-Gon both sore and frustrated as he had to wake to stiff muscles and the inevitability of averting his eyes while Obi-Wan dressed for the day. Of course, they were lucky to have these accommodations at all. The area they were staying didn’t have any hotels or equivalents, and they were being hosted by a local who insisted nothing more than that they join him for morning tea before they all went to work. Obi-Wan said he found it charming. Qui-Gon envied his youth and enthusiasm. He had hoped to sleep in, since their host was gone this morning, but Obi-Wan had woken up to make the tea himself.

“I’ll never know how you manage to drink so much of this stuff.” Qui-Gon raised his glass to his lips. He preferred his tea to be dark and slightly bitter, but here it seemed to be something akin to sugar water.

“I like the mint.” Obi-Wan’s hands were slender. He made the tea glass look elegant as he brought it to his lips. Qui-Gon just looked like he was going to crush his. “Besides, I’ve always enjoyed sweet things.”

“I prefer bitter.”

“Well, that explains your attitude.” Obi-Wan took another sip, a sly smile just visible on the other side of the glass. “You know we’ve hardly spoken? Practically alone in a foreign country and you prefer not to speak with the man who shares your language. Astounding. Am I truly that abrasive?”

“Abrasive?” Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow. That was one word he would never use to describe the man sitting before him. “Absolutely not.”

“Then what is it about me that makes you resent this assignment?” Obi-Wan cocked his head to the side curiously. There was no accusation in his tone, despite the harshness of the words. “Is it because I’m young? Inexperienced? You know this could be an opportunity for you to teach me.”

“I talk to you all day, Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon shook his head. “Do you really want to listen to me more?”

“No, you talk through me all day.” Obi-Wan shook his head, replacing his glass on the table. “I don’t mind, considering that’s my job, but don’t act as if it’s the same thing.” Qui-Gon took a sip of his tea, cringing as he remembered just how sweet it was. He tried not to watch the way that Obi-Wan was tapping his fingers on the glass as he considered the truth of the young man’s words.

“I’m rather used to working alone, Obi-Wan. I hope I haven’t offended you.” He glanced at Obi-Wan’s face and saw an amused smile there. “I do enjoy your company, and I promise I don’t find you abrasive. Quite the opposite, actually. You were unlucky to have been assigned to me.” He looked back down, watching fingers skim glass. Obi-Wan was toying with the lip of the cup now, unable to keep himself still. “Do you speak sign language, Obi-Wan?”

“Several different kinds.” Obi-Wan raised his eyebrows at the change in subject. “Why, is there someone who requires it? I’d like to brush up on a bit of it before we leave if that’s the case. It’s been quite a while since I’ve studied anything in the Arab sign family.”

“No, no, I was just thinking you’d be good at it.” Qui-Gon brushed his hand through the air dismissively. Obi-Wan was looking at him questioningly.

“It’s not any more difficult than any other language.” Obi-Wan leaned back in his chair, bringing his hands with him and signing along as he spoke. Qui-Gon was transfixed. “Easier actually, since you don’t need to learn any new grammar or syntax. It’s just vocab.” There was a drawn out pause before Obi-Wan moved his hands again, pushing one down in a chopping motion and then using to fingers to point between their eyes. He had that grin on his face again.

“It means stop staring, but I’m only teasing. I much prefer an ego boost to thinking you resent my presence.” Obi-Wan’s smile was growing bigger—his eyes crinkling a bit. It faltered for a moment when he didn’t receive a response, but he must have found the truth in Qui-Gon’s expression because it returned in full force. “I’d thought, maybe, but I wasn’t sure. You can be quite contradictory, Qui-Gon. It seemed like there was a fifty percent chance you wanted to kill me, and fifty percent chance that you wanted to bone me. I figured if it was the former, I’d probably want to die after this conversation ended anyway.” That elicited a genuine chuckle from Qui-Gon.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He shook his head, out of depth. He’d thought he’d been better at hiding his interest, but clearly enough had bled through to push Obi-Wan to risk bringing it up. “I apologize if I’ve acted inappropriately.” That caused Obi-Wan’s eyebrows to shoot up again.

“Acted inappropriately? Not at all.” He stood and stretched his arms above his head, turning slightly. “Although I do need to shower still, if you’re interested in changing that.”

[fyrapartnersearch]

Partner search!

Hello all! I’m looking for a skilled, experienced 1x1 partner or two for a Discord roleplay. I have a few particular plots, though please feel free to come with your own ideas. Please read to the end as there is a password I won't answer messages without.

•General/Writing Style•

I usually prefer sticking at around 4 paragraphs and up, but quality over quantity for the most part. If you usually write 3 paragraphs or less, it'll be hard for me to stay interested, however. I would prefer you write in 3rd person, past tense. Please have decent grammar and spelling, varied vocabulary and sentence structure, as well as decent syntax. Please provide me something of substance to respond to in your responses. Please also be somewhat experienced.

•Age•

18+ only, but 21+ preferred (I'm 23)

•Timezone•

Mine is EST. I do not mind what timezone you're in.

•Response Frequency•

I'd prefer if you could respond at least once a week. I'm a pretty busy student can't definitely commit to much more than that, so I won't ask that of you. Please try to communicate when you will be gone or significantly less active for several weeks or more. I will try to do the same.I'm a bit less lenient with this when we're still doing introductions, so if we've barely said hello but a few days pass and I hear nothing, I'll assume you're no longer interested or never were in the first place and close our discussion. You are free to assume the same of me.

•Genre•

I'm a sucker for Romantic Slice-of-life with a healthy dose of drama and angst, but I do like to weave other genres in there too such as Supernatural, Mystery, Action, and Adventure. I'm really open to most things if the plot interests me.

•Gender and Romantic Preference•

I strongly prefer playing a female main outside of MxM. Beyond that, I am open to MxF, FxF, and MxM . Currently, I'm mostly in the mood for an MxF or possibly F//. My apologies, but please note I do not play male in MxF unless we have roleplayed other pairings together before and have highly compatible writing styles. I rarely double up.I do not engage in dichotomy personality dynamics(ie- dom/sub, ABO, top/bottom) and like pairings to be close to even as possible in contributions to the relationship. If a scene gets intimate, I'd prefer we fade to black.

•Plots/Creativity•

The plots I’m looking to do atm are listed below. Despite this, you're more than welcome to share plots of your own. I'd prefer it if you are open to brainstorming plot points and bouncing ideas off each other too- let's keep this interesting for both of us so it stays alive.

•OCs•

I would prefer not to roleplay with OCs that are excessively shy, Mary-Sues, or OP. Additionally, please ensure your own OC does not monopolize the plot with their own issues and background. Let's share the spotlight.I tend to play multiple characters and would prefer if you did too.Please do not control my main OC or any named side characters I introduce. It can really mess with my plans with them if you suddenly auto-kill out of nowhere or something... If necessary, I may permit you to control a side character of mine, but please run it by me first. Communication is key.

•Platform•

Discord is strongly preferred. I can potentially be convinced to use kik, tumblr, or line.

•Fandoms•

I am willing to roleplay within the universe of several fandoms, but please note I do not roleplay as canon characters and would prefer not to roleplay with canon characters either. Please recall that I am more than happy to do original plots too if you aren't into any of these.-Corpse Party**-Black Mirror-Death Note-Avatar The Last Airbender*-Downton Abbey-Call The Midwife*-Dragon Quest(IV-IX)***-Miraculous Ladybug****(I'd love to delve into the more subtle, darker elements like the consequences of a broken miraculous and time travel)-Fruits Basket**-Soul Eater*-The Hunger Games-Harry Potter(The number of * indicates craving)

•Original Plots•

(Muse I would like to play is bolded. If neither are bolded, I can do either. All of these are open to brainstorming and tweaking!)

Muse A was born into a society where ‘falling in love’ is not a thing. Sure, it’s written in about fairy tales and even history texts, but most Readers laugh it off as a silly, archaic concept. All couples are formed by reading Cerebral wavelengths, stats that are unique to every individual. Every person has a single match and are paired with that person permanently when they come of age. No trades, no take-backs. Muse B, though born into the regular world, doesn’t believe in love either. Perhaps it was the plight of their parents, or that one nasty breakup. Perhaps it was the sight of all the couples around who’d be lovey-dovey one week, but strangers the next. Whatever it is, they don’t buy it. That suits Muse A just fine- their Cerebral wavelengths not only don’t match, they bang together in a cacophony. Why is it then that these two begin experiencing an undeniable pull to each other?

One night, Muse A is taking their usual jog through the park when they trip right over Muse B tying their shoe. Cliche start is cliche, I know, but stay with me here. After some initial awkwardness, the two hit it off quite well. Flash forward a week or so and the pair are starting school in the same class, Muse A as one of the typical debutants, and Muse B a lucky upstart on a basketball scholarship. Muse B had high hopes for where things’ll go…only to find out Muse A has a boyfriend, who happens to be Muse B’s nemesis on the courts. Whoops. But something’s really off with the couple. As in the boy is downright awful, and it isn’t just the rivalry talking. Yet Muse A refuses to leave him…why is that?

(This is an older one of mine, but I’ve recently kinda been in the mood to start it up again.) Marianoh’s Culinary Institute is the most renowned school for culinary arts in the country. Any who truly wish to be a master chef would be foolish not to attend. Unless they don’t have the means- the tuition is insanely high. Muse A is part of the lucky few of humble beginnings that has been selected to attend via scholarship. They couldn’t be more excited. Muse B, on the other hand, comes from a family of celebrity chefs. Their spot at Marianoh’s was confirmed before birth. Yet, somehow, they don’t share Muse A’s joy. Far from it, actually. What happens when the two are partnered up for the year?

(A brand new one definitely open to suggestions) St. Cornelius’ Academy(or University) is an academic institution reserved only for those of royal or noble background as well as their future servants, attendants, and body guards. Students of the academy hail from kingdoms where individuals are born gifted with control over the 8 elements- light, wind, flame, flora, lightening(tech), water, earth, and darkness. Students are divided based on status into ‘Golds,’ ‘Greys,’ and ‘ The ‘Gold’ category includes all royalty and nobility aside from viscounts and barons of low birth. The ‘Gray’ category includes future ladies and men in waiting, other servants, attendants, and body guards. Students are instructed in all areas in order to best prepare them for their future roles from political science to etiquette to combat. Given the wealth of a portion of the student body, the campus is a vivacious display of luxury, featuring lavish gardens, seemingly endless grounds, state-of-the-art learning facilities, and even an expansive kitchen headed by a world renowned 31 star chef. Currently, I have three potential pairings in mind for this set-up.

-Muse A is a new lady in waiting assigned to a spoilt, catty Duchess of Aquaria(Water Kingdom). Catering to the every whim of the young princess-to-be is exhausting, but her goal of reaching far greater heights than her questionable background merits keeps her going. What faster way to do that than catching the eye of Muse B, the princess’ bethrothed and crown Prince of Aquaria using abilities bequeathed to her by her merpeople ancestry? The lines between acting and reality are prone to blurring, however and actual feelings soon begin to muddle her plans. Muse B isn’t as unaware as he first seems either..

-Muse A is the somewhat naive prince of Angion(Flora), unsure of his future. He’s distant from his fiancée, Muse B a cold, proud Marchioness of the same kingdom, and his closest confident is one of his newest body guards, Muse C. Little does he know, that Muse C has quite the secret- she’s truly a girl whose taken on her brothers identity to serve. What will happen when all comes into the open?

5. Muse A has always been at the top of their class since early elementary and thrived on it. They come from a family of high achievers where failure is neither seen nor accepted. Proud and arrogant over their achievements, their grades make them, them. All that changed when Muse B showed up, smashing the entrance exams with marks unheard of. Of course Muse A wouldn’t take that lying down, thus, the classic rivalry begins. What happens when the two find they have more in common than they thought? Life on Muse B’s side is not all it seems as well.

Contact Instructions: Please message me here on tumblr  (https://lisanimelis.tumblr.com/) with your favorite color and a writing sample. If all goes well there, we'll move to discord. 

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Elise Cooper Interviews Lynn H Blackburn

One Final Breath by Lynn H. Blackburn is the last in the Carrington County, North Carolina Sheriff's Department Dive Team series. Fans of these books will enjoy this action-packed, suspenseful, romantic read, but will also feel a bit melancholy since these characters will be put out to sea as this nail-biting series ends.

The plot begins with a gunshot.  A teenager has been discovered murdered as he and his friend are swimming near a dock across the cove. The team, who was having a picnic nearby, jumps into action, grabs a boat, and rescues the body as well as another teenager in the lake. Blackburn excels at putting the reader into the investigation as they feel the depths of the water.

The heroine, Anissa Bell, captain of the dive team investigators, has had a problem with Gabe Chavez since before he was on her team. He worked undercover and would only dive once or twice a year, not enough in her opinion to stay up to speed with the rest of the team. Now they must figure out how to put their issues with each other aside and work to solve this case. Yet, because of the comradery of the whole team they have become friends and start to realize that there is an attraction between them. Both of them realize that they are fascinated and frustrated with each other.  

As the investigation takes hold, dive team captain Anissa Bell discovers a link to her past and suddenly her life is in extreme danger as she becomes the killer’s next target. She wonders if it has anything to do with a cold case that directly involved her. Anissa grew up with missionary parents and planned on joining them, after finishing college, on the Micronesian island of Yap. But she remained stateside, determined to solve the crime that haunts her, the murder of her best friend and the disappearance of a three-year-old child. While working both cases Anissa and Gabe must find the killer before more bodies pile up, while attempting to keep each other safe.

Unlike many authors, Blackburn allows the reader to enjoy all her characters. Throughout the series she inserts them into each other’s featured book. Readers enjoy their comradery whether they are working together, or just enjoying each other’s friendship that has become family-like. Previous characters are revisited from the series, but reading the earlier books isn't necessary to enjoy this one.

This story will take readers’ breath away as they hold it wondering how the suspenseful story will end. People who enjoy a good mystery sprinkled with romance should read this series.

Elise Cooper: This year you lived in the Hurricane area?

Lynn H. Blackburn:  It was not that bad for us, not like in the Bahamas. But the storm that came last year in Florida is something I had never seen before.  It had to be a really big storm, a category 5. The storm actually sucked all the water out of Tampa Bay.  This was a phenomenon that literally pulled out all the water.  It sucked the bay mostly dry. People were actually walking around where there used to be water. It was really freaky looking. As the storm passed it released all that energy and created floods.

EC:  Being a mystery writer did you think about a story?

LB:  I did think that it would be interesting if someone threw something into the bay thinking it would never be recovered. Then the hurricane comes and after pulling the water away it becomes discovered.

EC:  Why the environmental angle with this story?

LB:  Having a degree in Chemical Engineering, my first job was as an environmental engineer with the South Carolina Department of Health and Environmental Control.  Part of my job was dealing with water treatment. I thought of the potential threat to the water supply. Because the lake and divers are always in my story, I decided to do something along this line. Since I still have friends working there I brainstormed with them for ideas.

EC:  There is also the part of the story where a child is kidnapped and sold to a parent?

LB:  Sometimes as writers we do terrible things to our characters.  I wanted something to happen to the heroine that would keep her in the states instead of going with her parents on a mission to Yap. I understand it is a fragile thing, to want a child and not be able to have one.  There is also the fact that adoption is so expensive. All of a sudden someone comes up with this opportunity to have this person able to sell a child.  I had thought if I wanted the adoptive mother to know or be in the dark regarding the kidnapping.  This was a case of, ‘if it is too good to be true it probably isn’t.’ But having that level of emotion is easy to overlook because we want it so badly to come true.

EC:  How did you find the disease Cryptosporidium?

LB:  There was a couple of cases in the 1980s where there was a run-off with a lot of fecal material that contaminated the water supply.  It is a horrible disease where people can actually die. For most people, it is a bad stomach virus, but for some it can affect those that are immunocompromised.  The young, the very old, anyone who is currently on chemotherapy, is HIV-positive, or has had an organ transplant are at risk.  

EC: The characters in your series do not drift off into the sunset after their featured book?

LB:  I have a lot of readers comment on how they like seeing the friendship grow between the six characters.  It was not something I set up intentionally with this series, but it is something I will do with the next series.  It was a lot of fun not having to say good-bye to all the characters.  What I do differently is that for the featured characters I get in their head.  Each character has their voice, but in their book, I flush them out to give them a unique voice, something that is sometimes a challenge.

EC:  How would you describe Gabe?

LB:  Fun, charismatic, the life of the party, and does not think he wants to be serious in a relationship. Gabe is a tease. He was the class clown, but Anissa sees his deeper side where he is loyal and compassionate.  Some of the humor and sarcasm is a defense mechanism on his part. His relationship with Leigh is like the little pestering brother.  No one can stay mad at him for long.

EC:  How would you describe Anissa?

LB:  Serious, confident, and loyal. She comes across as more rigid that the others. Justice is important to her.  She has a cold case, which is the hallmark of her existence, and is something she cannot let go.  Anyone wronged or mistreated will have her help.  I think she is a pragmatic leader who is kind, smart, and intense. She does have survivor’s guilt because of the cold case.

EC: Where did you come up with some of the personality traits of the characters?

First, Getting up on the wrong side of the bed?

LB:  My sister and I used to share a Jack and Jill bathroom. I never spoke to her after both of us just got up.  If I started to have a conversation too early it was not going to go well.  She was the type like Anissa, ‘leave me alone until I have three cups of coffee.’  When she approached me, then it was safe.

EC:  Do you dive?

LB:  I was certified last year in the lake I used for a prototype of the fictional Lake Porter in my stories. Most lakes are murky and can be a little claustrophobic with a visibility of 10 to 15 feet. Last summer I got to dive in the Florida Keys.  It had such clear water and visibility of about 50 feet. We were able to look up and see the bottom of the boat and all the fellow divers.  It is just amazing.  Diving in the Keys helped me to understand why people dive.  But diving in the lake helped me to understand what my character divers would go through.  Diving in the lake requires more of a reliance on touch.

EC:  Do you eat cupcakes like Anissa where you tear off the bottom and make a cupcake sandwich?

LB:  No, but I did try it for research.  I actually do not like icing.  If someone gives me a cupcake with a ton of icing I scrape 75% off.

EC:  Did you write the Spanish phrases?

LB:  I took a course in college.  I also went on a mission trip where I learned to read and write it.  But that was many years ago.  For Gabe’s Spanish phrases, I had my friend who is Puerto Rican help me out.  I told her what I wanted to say and she helped me with the syntax.

EC:  How do you name characters?

LB:  I usually give my bad guys with names that begin with K, D, or X, because they have a lot harsher sounds.  I try to make sure I do not use the same sounds or names. Because my divers already had their names I would avoid ones that start with R or A. I don’t want it to be confusing and have readers get mixed up.  The only time I did have my characters start with the same letter is when I did it intentionally, such as when I had all of Adam’s family all start with the letter A.

EC:  Next book?

LB:  This series was released between 7 and 10 months apart.  The absolute minimum I need is 9 months.  With the new series, I told my publisher there is too much change in my life so I need a longer deadline.  I am truly thankful for it.  The new series will come out in February 2021 and the focus is on the US Secret Service.  The setting is not in Washington DC, but in a local resident office in North Carolina.  If I get into the groove, I may try to write a novella tying in the two series.

THANK YOU!!

[thorne93]

Writing Interview

I was tagged by @illegalcerebral who is utterly amazing in every sense of the word

Q: What is your coffee order? 

This totally depends. It’s not even related to weather either. I’ve been known to get hot lattes in summer, and blended iced drinks in the winter. Typically, I opt for something caramel, or hazelnut, or both. I like it to be sweet but not overly sweet, so long as the bitterness of the coffee is cut, I’m golden. 

Q: What is the coolest thing you’ve ever done?

Depends, I’ve done lots of stuff. I have my own novel published and I’ve sold over 100 copies (not a lot, I know, but to a kid whose dream was “I just want 1 person I don’t know to buy it and like it” and it happened -- that’s perfect for me). I also wrote a short story that my professor insisted I get published - i’m in the process of that now. 

Q: Who has been your biggest mentor?

Plenty of people. I’ve learned a lot from all my fellow writers here on Tumblr/Discord, some writing, and some general life. I learn a lot from my immediate family, and my best friend. 

Q: What has been your most memorable writing project?

I’ve got several. My stories are my worlds. My original novel is pretty near and dear and I could probably recite some of the scenes to you because I’ve had to sit and edit and read them so much (it’s a trilogy, but only 1 is published). I also have a weird story that’s turned into two novels, but it’s like a HUGE crossover fic with tons of original characters, and it’s really memorable because it’s basically a long ass role play between one of my friends and myself and it’s evolved into this whole universe that I just love. As far as fics go -- Three’s Company - I dictated most of the story to my husband on one of our road trips. I talked, he wrote. It was my first ever fan fic, and it was poly which was pretty daunting. I love Closing Time and Hard Headed. I have an unfinished fic right now which is very long but it’s memorable. Curious Conundrum was great because I never thought I’d write Sherlock then I found myself wanting to crawl inside the universe. Decisions, Decisions was really fun and interesting to write.

Q: What does your writing path look like, from the earliest days until now?

Well, my first works were three novels, then I wrote that fanfic/crossover/original piece I was talking about, then I started fan fic. I miss novel writing. You can be more specific, and I don’t have to stick to a canon. I can toy with rules and the universe in that story. No matter what though, I feel like I always try to develop a full story -- where are these characters from, where are they headed, and how do they get there? I always try to hit every plot hole and angle. I frequently pace and talk aloud saying things like “okay, I can have them wind up here, and that’s how X would happen -- but, why wouldn’t they just call the person? why are they there?�� it’s a lot of back and forth, with myself, lol Or i breakdown and consult Discord and the lovely folk that reside there

Q: What is your favorite part about writing?

Setting up the storyline. It’s so exciting to see how certain things can reconnect,t things i didn’t even plan on connecting. To watch a story unfold is great. Then, to write a scene I’ve been chomping at the bit to write. 

Q: What does a typical day look like for you?

Well it’s constantly changing. I don’t have a set schedule and i never force myself to write. I know Stephanie Meyer said that she wrote every day, even if it was just one word, but I can always tell that when my writing feels forced, the content is lacking. If i’m not in the mood to write, I don’t. and if inspiration hits me, I try to record it -- if i’m in class, i jot it down on a notebook or whatever. So I don’t follow some strict schedule because my life just doesn’t allow for that. I’m a full time student who runs a family and household so I just can’t dedicate time to writing just to “do it”.

Q: What does your writing process look like?

1) I have to have an outline, or at least a start of one. i need to know where they will be going. How do we get from point A, to point B, to point C, etc. I prefer a full outline before writing, but sometimes I find if i have a loose outline and I just jump in, the rest of the story just builds itself

2) I only post once a story is finished

3) I ask someone to beta, at least one person I trust

4) I typically do better if I can focus. I usually write really well between 10-pm and 3 am. I used to write a work because my work was kind of slow and I could write between things, and no one was there to bother me

Q: What’s the best advice you’ve gotten?

Not sure... Other than maybe instead of saying, “He was angry” you say “His jaw clenched while his fist closed tightly, white knuckling.” So the whole explain what’s going on, rather than just telling them. 

Q: What’s the biggest lesson you’ve learned?

If you aren’t feeling it, don’t push it. forcing yourself to write when you have writers block doesn’t do anyone any good. If you’re stuck on a story, don’t push it. Think about it for a while, if nothing comes, let it go and see if random inspiration strikes while you’re off doing something else; dwelling on it pretty much never helps

Q: What advice would you give someone who wants to start writing?

Try to finish your stories before posting - otherwise you may face pressure or stress to finish a story from your readers, and it’s hard enough to face your own demands, let alone an audiences. Plus you may not finish it and now people are disappointed 

Write for YOU. Not what you think people will like, not what you think they’ll accept, not what you think they want to read. Write what you would want to read. 

Don’t ever be discouraged. It takes a LOT of time to build a “fan base”. Just keep writing for you and putting your work out there and someone will pick it up.

Reblog - not constantly, but once or twice a day at different times

Take breaks -- even if it’s been a month and you have writers block - that’s okay. 

Consult with a beta, or 2 or 3. If you’re just starting out, find a writer whose work you like, and ask if they will beta. Or join Discord (with a writing channel) and ask for a beta there. If you’re just starting, get more than 1. People beta differently. Some just look for spelling and grammar. Some tell you if there are plot holes. Some will just come in and overhaul your grammar, syntax, word usage. Some can tell you if it’s too fast. Some can tell you if a scene or a sentence doesn’t make sense. Don’t be afraid of criticism from your beta. Chances are, they aren’t being an asshole or a dick, they’re telling you “this shit needs fixed” and it’s better to fix it with your beta/editor than for your audience to point it out, or get turned off and not read your work....

Make sure you have formatting down -- New paragraph when someone else is speaking ALWAYS. Comma in dialogue if there is a dialogue tag (For instance: “I watered the dog,” he said. VS. “I watered the dog.” He then walked into the bathroom.) The first one was a comma because it’s a whole statement and you’re explaining HOW they said something. The second one, his action of walking into the bathroom had NOTHING TO DO with the statement he made. 

Tagging: @carryonmyswansong @arrow-guy @like-a-bag-of-potatoes @sorryimacrapwriter @thejemersoninferno @malfoysqueen14 @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

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Key Misura Uno to Learn Speaking spanish On-line:

"Stay motivated"

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That will is, as soon as you start striving to speak The spanish language as well as making mistakes which if you will begin to help learn to converse Romance language online. Not the alternative way around.

Thus go ahead and produce mistakes. Typically the mistakes usually are there in order to embarrass a person. The flaws are presently there to help you grasp Spanish language. Key Numero 3 to master Spanish Online:

"Focus approach speak Spanish" No longer consider "why Spanish will be Used the way this is"

A lot of people have directed me e-mail with concerns such as what makes it "me gusta" (I like) as an alternative of "me gusto" or maybe why is it "me toma" instead of "me tomo"

Of course, My spouse and i could easily response these kind of questions. (And My partner and i do) But the objective is just not to try equate almost everything throughout Spanish with English language or if your native language.

Take the belief that Spanish grammar is usually different coming from English syntax. And provide for the aim of any words -- which is to talk effectively.

And in buy to communicate successfully, an individual only need to know and stay understood. It is definitely not necessary that you just recognize each and every grammatical factor.

Trying to complete so will only impede your learning and create it hard to learn Speaking spanish online. Picture trying to be able to teach a several month old the definition of your direct pronoun vs. a great indirect pronoun. We would certainly never ever attempt such the thing. Nevertheless the 4yr older child remains fluent with his or your ex local language.

So choose your target to understand and end up being realized. Focus on "how to talk Spanish" Have a tendency focus on "why The spanish language is Spoken just how that is. "

Key Serie Cuatro to Learn for you to Communicate Spanish Online:

"Master often the Fundamentals"

Many persons spend their particular time understanding a bunch of Romance language vocabulary that they can head out a life time period and never use. Which because the words tend to be scarcely used in standard each day conversation.

If anyone want to learn to help communicate Spanish online with no Throwing away anytime, I suggest you to get down the principles. When I say the actual "fundamentals" I am mentioning to the basic words and basic grammar.

I am aware adults that have researched Spanish language for a number of years and they realize thousands of words within Spanish. Although they could always be proficient in Speaking spanish, I would not necessarily take into account them fluent. Alternatively, any three or four yr old native Spanish-speaking child could speak Spanish fluently. It isn't because the child is aware thousands of of words inside The spanish language. The child might only know about 1000 words or less throughout Spanish. But the youngster provides mastered the essentials.

Mastery in the fundamentals is actually what separates the particular skillful from the fluent.

When you really want to understand to speak Romance language on the internet make it a top priority to find out the fundamentals.

Essential Numero 5 to Find out Spanish Online:

"Take Benefits of downtime"

Finding time and energy to study can be some sort of challenge. Most people just may have the time in order to sit down and examine. Yet who said this you have to possibly be being seated? If you are usually waiting in line with the bank or waiting within the doctor's office, turn in your own mp3 player as well as ipod and also listen to be able to an audio Spanish language session.

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Instead regarding watching typically the 10' time News. Enjoy "Las Noticias" Instead of enjoying the movie on HBO, enjoy a movie on HBO Latino.

So to these that say "I merely don't have the time frame to discover Spanish on-line. " Our response will be that you can help to make lame excuses or you can certainly learn to speak Romance language online. But you aren't perform both. The selection is yours.

Major Escena Seis to Learn for you to speak Spanish Online:

"Become an Imitator"

Some Spanish language courses do not set significantly emphasis on pronunciation. I do believe that is any big mistake.

In the event you actually want to be grasped, you need to try to simulate ancient speakers.

Have you actually every knowledgeable someone which asked you regarding guidelines or some other query and you were incapable to assist anyone due to the fact you didn't speak your girlfriend language. And then a person abruptly realized that often the person was actually talking English but her feature was so thick you thought the person has been communicating another language.

Often the same thing transpires with Speaking spanish ears. If you build good pronunciation, you can definitely not be understand.

If an individual the word "dad" with The spanish language and you carry out not anxiety the proper syllable, a indigène Romance language speaker may feel that anyone are talking about "french fried potatoes. " To Uk hearing the difference may possibly be very subtle. But for the Latin American it is the difference between "dad" in addition to "potatoes".

So emphasis on mimicking native Spanish language speakers.

I am hoping that you actually enjoyed these 6th Ideas to Help You Study Speaking spanish Online and that will they truly direct you towards your current journey to learn to help speak Spanish online.

[worryinglyinnocent]

Fic: What Comes After (14/18)

Summary: Dead Like Me AU. After Belle French loses her life in an accident, she finds out that she has been recruited to join the ranks of the Grim Reapers, helping souls pass on. It’s a huge upheaval to deal with, but her fellow reapers are there to help her out, especially head reaper Gold.

Who says you can’t find love after life?

Rated: E overall, this chapter is T.

CW for this chapter: mild gore.

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Fourteen

The Rabbit Hole was just as it had always been. The lights were still dim, the bartender not bothering to replace the blown bulbs. The floor was still sticky with spilled drinks and various other substances, and she wondered if it had ever been cleaned within her lifetime. The pool table was where it always had been, and the drinks prices had not changed.

She didn’t know why she thought that it would be any different to the last time that she had been in here. She guessed that she was still having some trouble getting to grips with the idea that life was still going on around her as normal even though she herself had died, and that although so much upheaval had gone on in her own life, not everywhere had suffered the same fate.

“Are you ok?” Ella asked. “You’ve spaced out again. I noticed that you weren’t entirely with it this morning in the diner.”

“Just nostalgia,” Belle said. “I was remembering coming here with Ruby sometimes. I wonder if I’ll see her and Dorothy in here tonight. It shouldn’t be a problem if we do. We’ll just keep to ourselves and they’ll hopefully have fun and not be too traumatised by what’s going to happen here later.”

There were still a couple of hours to kill before the reaping time, and in such a comparatively small space, it wasn’t going to be too hard to work out who was who. The method of death was still eluding her though. There were a lot of things in a bar that could be potentially dangerous, and the patrons ranked top of the list – especially the patrons of the Rabbit Hole. She really hoped that they weren’t looking at a reap similar to Ella’s a few weeks ago, with a drunken fight turning deadly.

At least this time none of them would have to row anywhere to collect the victims’ souls, and Ella laughed when Belle voiced this thought to her.

“I have chalked that one up in my tally of ‘most interesting reaps’,” she said. “It was very amusing once I got over the indignity of having to row myself. I should have got David to come along and chauffeur me.”

“I don’t think that it’s really called chauffeuring when you’re in a boat,” Belle said, but they were prevented from any further discussion of syntax by the arrival of Mulan and a woman with a mass of bright red frizzy hair that was presumably Merida. They were both giggling, and Belle could safely say that it was the most vibrant and happiest that she had ever seen Mulan.

“Belle, this is Merida,” she said as she came over to the bar beside them, practically bouncing in her excitement. “Merida, this is our new reaper Belle, and you’ll remember Ella from the Spain trip, of course.”

“It’s good to see you, darling. How are the highlands doing?”

Merida wrinkled her nose.

“Considering the sparsity of the population where our area is, we do quite well for external influences,” she said. “But it’s so, so boring at times. Going to other places is always a bit of an adventure.”

“Well, you’re in luck today,” Ella said. “We’ve got a double reap in this very bar this evening, and we’re taking bets on what the kicker’s going to be.”

Belle and Mulan just looked at Ella, who rolled her eyes.

“All right, I’m betting on it, and everyone else is being boring as usual.”

They stayed speaking to Mulan and Merida for a while until Ella took Belle’s arm and steered her over to a free table, ostensibly to give the two girlfriends some time to themselves without a third and fourth wheel. Belle got the impression that there was a lot more that Ella wanted to say.

“So, since I know that this morning’s lapse in concentration can’t really be put down to nostalgia for a somewhat dodgy bar, and since I had a rather interesting conversation with Gold – well, it wasn’t really a conversation, it was more along the lines of me teasing him mercilessly until he gave in and divulged a few spare details – I was hoping that I could help.”

Belle sighed. “Well, things were a bit weird this morning,” she said. “Last night was great, don’t get me wrong, but this morning, everything seemed awkward. Gold didn’t really know what to do with himself and I felt that it would probably be easier for everyone involved if I just absented myself from the situation.” She paused. “I guess that he would probably do the same if he hadn’t been in his own house with nowhere to run.”

Ella nodded. “Likely. He does like running away from things sometimes. And by things I mean feelings.”

Belle laughed. “I don’t think that he’s really running away from his feelings, I’m just not sure if he knows what those feelings even are.”

“I think that one of the fundamental problems that you face is that for all Gold seems to be caught up with the modern world, he was born a hundred and fifty years ago and he’s not a big dater. He missed out on the free love movement, which was a real shame because damn, he needed to get laid around that time. Anyway, enough of that. He’s moved with the times in a lot of things, but when it comes to relationships, he’s not had any experience since before the turn of the century. The twentieth century. So I’m not surprised if he’s somewhat overwhelmed at the moment, but don’t hold that against him. He just needs educating in the ways of the modern world and how dating works.”

Belle felt heat suffuse her cheeks. “We’re a little bit past dating now.”

“Well, he needs to learn how that works as well. Let’s just say that he didn’t get a lot of encouragement from his wife in such matters.”

Belle traced a fingertip around the rim of her glass and thought back to the morning’s awkwardness. She’d had a good time last night; and she was sure that they both had. Was it really just a case that Gold had never had to deal with a morning after before and had no idea how to go about it? No, there was definitely something more at stake here.

She hadn’t come last night when they’d made love, but she hadn’t really been expecting to. It was her first time with a new partner and she knew that said new partner was a century out of practice. It was never going to be perfect, but surely Gold knew that too. Except if he didn’t, and he was worried about what she had thought of his own performance. Maybe that was why he had been reluctant to go for a second round in the morning and had fumbled over breakfast instead. It was certainly food for thought, but she was never going to get to the bottom of the problem if he wouldn’t talk to her, and she said as much to Ella.

“I would suggest tying him to a kitchen chair and not letting him up again until you’ve actually got to the bottom of it all, but that might be a bit drastic.” She spoke with air of someone who had experience of doing just that, and Belle couldn’t decide if she wanted to know more about Ella and Gold’s early reaping exploits or not.

“You speak to him in the shop often enough,” Ella said. “It doesn’t have to be an incredibly scary conversation. But I don’t think that this is the end of the world for either of you. It’s just a miscommunication because you come from very different eras. You’re never going to be able to get over that fact so you might as well embrace it and accept it. And you know, the Victorians were kinkier than everyone likes to remember. Well, not Gold, I don’t think that you could find someone less kinky than him, but you’d be surprised.”

Belle raised an eyebrow. “They were so concerned about ankles that they covered their chair legs,” she pointed out.

Ella winked. “Not all of them.”

“You know, I’m not even going to ask.”

Belle glanced at her watch; time was ticking down before the reap and she should probably focus on that for a while before getting distracted by Ella again. Once the souls had been despatched, she could return to the topic of kinky Victorians.

She looked around the bar for any signs of trouble, but things seemed to be going pretty smoothly, no signs of fights breaking out on the horizon. There were a group of men by the bar showing off for Mulan and Merida with all the usual swagger of young men. Mulan and Merida weren’t at all impressed and caused the most sensational reaction when they simply started kissing each other instead, meeting with some whoops and applause from the other patrons and stunned stares from the men who had been trying to get their attention.

“Ah, the alpha male,” Ella said happily, looking over at the one who seemed to be the leader of the pack, looking particularly gobsmacked. “He really can’t understand why, when faced with such a prime specimen of the male form as himself, any self-respecting girl would choose another girl instead. Do you think I ought to go over and console him? Mind you, he’s not that handsome.”

“Well, if you do decide to help him bemoan his loss, can you find out if his name’s K. Nottingham?” Belle asked.

“I shall go and do that,” Ella said. “By the way, a graveling just kicked some empty peanut packets off that table over there. I’m sure there’s going to be some significance to that later.”

Belle looked over at the peanut packets on the floor, but there was no sign of the graveling. Ella’s sixth sense when it came to these things seemed to have paid off again.

Ella left her, going over to the bar to speak to the group of young men and see what she could glean from them. They didn’t look to be too impressed by her flirting, and Belle had to laugh at just how fearful some of them looked when confronted with Ella. She really was a force of nature, and it was wonderful to behold sometimes. She hadn’t been on all that many reaps with Ella, but she always made them more entertaining whenever she could.

After a few moments conversation at the bar, she came back over, grinning from ear to ear like the Cheshire Cat. One of the men, a greasy, weasly looking sort, wearing black leather despite the summer heat outside, was following her.

“Lacey, this is Keith,” she said. “He saw you sitting all alone down here and wondered if you would oblige him and his friend George with a game of pool.”

Belle looked at Keith, then looked at the man pointed out as George, who was still at the bar and appeared to be attempting to get Mulan and Merida to have a threesome with him. Mulan sighed, then suddenly slapped him, the action taking out his soul. Belle could see the satisfaction in her friend’s face, and smiled to herself. Keith and George were fate’s chosen victims today, and she really couldn’t say that she was at all sorry for it.

She sidled out of the booth where she and Ella had been sitting and came over to Keith, swaying her hips. She’d never usually been one for flaunting her feminine wiles before, but in this case, she thought that it would just add the icing on the cake for these two losers.

“Well, how can I turn down such a wonderful offer?” she purred. “Two for the price of one.”

She brushed past Keith, dancing her fingertips over his shoulder to pull out his soul. They’d both been reaped. Now all she had to do was play a few shots of pool and see what the gravelings had in store for them, and where on earth the peanut packets fitted in.

George came over, rubbing his jaw and grumbling about Mulan and Merida not taking him up on his generous offer, and soon the game was in full swing.

Belle had potted two balls when she felt Keith’s hand on her backside, and everything happened very quickly after that. Instinctively, she shoved her elbow back into his solar plexus, and by the time she had turned around to give him a piece of her mind, Fate was already in motion. Keith staggered backwards with the force of her blow, slipping on the shiny peanut packets just behind him. This sent him flying and there was a blood-curdling thwack as his head hit the table.

It was not just Keith that had been sent flying by the trip, though. It was also his pool cue, which managed to hit George in the side of the face and stun him enough to make him fall too – right onto his own pool cue.

For a long time, no-one in the bar moved. Keith and George’s souls stared at each other, and then down at the grim sight of their bodies on the ground.

“I think I’m going to throw up,” George said faintly.

“No you won’t,” Merida said cheerfully, slipping off her bar stool and giving George a smack on the shoulder. “You can’t throw up when you’re dead. Come on boys, I think it’s last orders for you.”

She shooed the souls towards the doors; no-one in the bar seemed to see her, too engrossed with the calamity that had just occurred.

“You know, I think that now would be the perfect time to make a judicious exit,” Ella said as voice and movement returned to the stunned bar patrons and the place descended into chaos.

Belle and Mulan nodded their agreement.

X

“Well, that was certainly one of the more gruesome reaps that I’ve seen in my time,” Ella said conversationally as she and Belle were walking along the road back in the direction of Belle’s apartment. The souls had been despatched to their lights with very little fuss, and Mulan and Merida had gone off in the other direction towards home. Belle was happy to leave them to it. It was wonderful that they had remained so close despite the distance between them, and she wished them every happiness. Now all that remained was to get to the bottom of her own relationship problems. “Although, there was that accidental beheading back in ’75; now that was certainly one for the history books.”

“You know, Ella, I really don’t think that I want to know.”

“You’re right, it’s not for the faint of heart or stomach. Onto happier and less bloodthirsty topics. Have you decided what you’re going to do about Gold?”

Belle nodded. She had considered just calling him as soon as she got back into her apartment, but she accepted that it was late and she was somewhat intoxicated, so it probably wouldn’t have been the most satisfactory of conversations.

“Excellent. I’m sure it’s all a misunderstanding boiling down to the fact that he hasn’t had any kind of romantic experience in something close to a geological eon and now he’s overthinking it. He does that a lot, you know, although he’s getting a lot better at hiding it. Still.” They had reached Belle’s building and stopped outside the door. “I’m sure that you’ll be able to work something out. I have every faith in you both, and if it does all go pear-shaped, I will be waiting in the wings with a baseball bat to keep you both in line. Now that Mulan’s headed towards her happy ending I’ll be damned if you and Gold don’t get yours as well.”

Belle laughed, and accepted Ella’s exuberant hug goodbye. She was a good friend to both of them, and Belle knew that whatever happened, she had Ella fighting in her corner. As she climbed the stairs to the apartment, she thought that the future was looking bright.

X

As expected, Mulan wasn’t present at the morning meeting the next day, taking advantage of her time off to spend as much time with Merida as possible. Having one reaper down meant that the rest of them were going to be busy for the next few days, but luckily fate seemed to know that they were understaffed and had not been too unkind in the amount of people who were due to meet their demises.

Ella and David left the diner quickly after receiving their post-its, and Belle knew that it was because they wanted to leave her and Gold alone together to get to the bottom of whatever needed to be got to the bottom of.

They stayed in awkward silence for a while, looking at their drinks rather than each other, and finally Belle spoke.

“About the other night,” she began, but she didn’t really have any idea where she was going to go next with the sentence.

“Yeah… I probably didn’t handle that quite as well as I should have done.” Gold gave a self-deprecating laugh. “Forget a reaper’s handbook, I think I’d be better off with a guide to life in the twenty-first century and how to navigate the perils and pitfalls of dating in it.”

“It’s all right,” Belle said. “I just didn’t really know where I stood with the whole situation.”

“Neither did I, which was part of the problem. What is the etiquette for things like that?”

“I don’t really think that there is one,” Belle said. “You just sort of take it all as it comes and work it out as you go along. There aren’t any hard and fast rules these days, which I think there were when you were last… You know. Courting.”

“Please don’t make me sound even older than I am.”

“You’re not that old, honestly. I think you need to stop being so worried about your age. We’re reapers. It’s irrelevant.”

Gold nodded. “Yes, Ella keeps telling me that.”

“Well, she does have a point.”

Gold looked around the diner. “Can we discuss this somewhere with less people?” he asked. “Maybe the shop?”

Belle nodded. “Of course.”

They settled the bill and left the diner, Belle wheeling her bike along in the direction of the shop. She was almost done with her mail round and the final couple of houses could wait a little longer for their letters.

“I guess I panicked,” Gold said once they were in the back room of the shop. It was dark and cool in there, and Belle felt that it was much more conducive to honest discussion than the crowded diner was. “I was worrying about what you were thinking.”

“I already told you that it didn’t matter,” Belle said. “It was our first time together, it was never going to be amazing. Believe me, there are definitely people out there worse than you. You just need practice, that’s all.” She smiled. “You know, I’m more than willing to help you practise.”

Gold laughed softly. “Are you sure about that?”

“You’re hardly going to get worse. So, you were worried about your prowess. There’s really no need to compare yourself to whatever anyone else might be doing. We have all the time in the world, Alistair. We can go at our own pace, whatever that might be.”

Gold nodded. “Thank you.”

She had never really thought of him as having any issues with self-esteem before, but now that she thought about it, she wondered if that was where the uncertainties had come from. He could be confident and calm in everything to do with reaping because he had so much experience of it, but when it came to other things where he had less practical knowledge, then naturally he wasn’t going to be as confident. Maybe he was thinking that since he was so long-lived and had so much experience in other fields, he ought to have more experience and more confidence in this particular area and that was why he was panicking so much.

“Don’t panic,” she said. “Maybe that should be the first rule of functional immortality as well as the first guideline for the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.”

Gold laughed, then he leaned in and kissed her, a kiss full of promise.

“Thank you,” he said. “I promise that you will not need to massage my bruised ego in the future.”

“That’s good to hear. I will not, however, be averse to massaging other things.”

Had he been drinking at that moment, Gold would probably have spat all over her, such was his stunned expression. Belle smiled. She couldn’t wait to get started on their relationship once more.

[imperium-romanum]

Tip Tuesday | Conferences (Part 2)

It’s now only four days until I depart for my first conference trip to Amphorae XI in Auckland, New Zealand! With this in mind, I thought I would use today’s #TipTuesday to continue the conference theme and talk about conference paper preparation. Conferences are a great opportunity to present your research to peers outside your immediate university sphere, so it’s wise to take advantage of the opportunity and present a paper. Here are my top four tips for preparing. 

Choose your topic wisely

Suggesting you pick a topic is the most obvious tip but it can also be one of the hardest things to do when you’re a postgrad student! When 99% of your time is spent focusing on your thesis topic, it can be difficult to decide what aspect you could draw on to create a 20-minute paper. You can certainly find something else to present on (I recently presented a 20-minute paper on the paraclausithyron - a lament beside a door - in Latin elegy) and I encourage you to have side projects along the way, but conferences are a rare opportunity to receive feedback and discuss your research as you develop it. The paper I am presenting at Amphorae is actually derived from a short essay topic I designed as part of my Graduate Research Certificate coursework, which I’ve then further developed over the last six months. While it is technically not part of my thesis, its themes - imperialism, the history of emotions, provincial management - are. This means a lot of the research I’ve done is useful for my thesis, so I’m not over-extending myself trying to juggle too many research topics at once. 

Write it!

Perhaps another obvious point, but nevertheless the largest component. It is, after all, hard to present a paper you haven’t written. The beautiful thing is that you can essentially write your paper in any way you like. I personally write mine in a relaxed essay style, but I know many academics who can simply write their paper as dot points and talk for days. Here are some general rules I follow when writing a paper:

Work out your word limit. Find an article online and copy it into a word document. Then time yourself for a minute as you read out loud at an appropriate speed for presenting to an audience. Do this a couple of times and you’ll be able to find out how many words you say per minute. This can then be used as a guide for the length of your paper depending on time. For example, a 20-minute paper as I read it is between 2,700 and 3,000 words.

Draft an outline. Once you have your topic, jot down a simple outline so you have some direction. This outline may change as your paper develops, but it will keep you on track and prevent you from getting lost in your topic.

Don’t over complicate it. Depending on your audience, there may be people who won’t understand the concepts and jargon you take for granted as common knowledge because you deal with them every day. If you’ve got a friend in a different department, it’s often useful to have them flick through your paper; they’ll point out any concepts or phrasing that may go over the heads of people outside your specific field.

Include cues. If you’re making a slide presentation to partner with your paper, make sure you include cues for slide transitions or animations. This can be whatever you like, such as a ** or a ----. As long as you can differentiate it from your writing, you’ll have clear indicators so you don’t accidentally miss important slides. I make my slides as I go so also write the cues as I go, but they can easily be added after.

Read it. Once you have drafted your paper, make sure you spend some time reading it aloud. It’s the best way to notice awkward syntax that might trip you up on the day.

Practice. As Bob Ross says:

Write the abstract

An abstract is a short descriptor of your topic, usually between 200 and 300 words. An abstract doesn’t just summarise your paper; it introduces your topic, points out gaps in scholarship (that your paper addresses), and outlines the significance of your research. This is (for me at least) the hardest part about writing a paper, mostly because there’s no one outline’ for writing an abstract in the humanities discipline so I won’t attempt to provide one. Instead, I’ll point you in the direction of some of the best resources I have found with some very useful tips:

“Tips for Writing Conference Paper Abstracts” from the Department of History at the North Carolina State University.

“How to Write an Abstract: Tips and Samples” by Leah Carroll from the Berkley University of California.

Make a slide presentation

Slides are an excellent visual aid for any paper presentation. Everyone learns differently, so having a visual aspect broadens your ability to engage with your audience. This doesn’t mean that you put your whole paper on your slides, though. They should always be an accessory used to enhance your presentation, not draw attention away from it. This is also why you should use backgrounds that are aesthetically pleasing but not overpowering. Choose softer colours or white backgrounds with coloured detail on the sides: the focus should always be on the content, not the slide itself.

Here are some example slides from my recent presentation about the paraclausithyron in Latin elegy. I could tell you I chose blue as my background colour because it is often associated with performance, confidence, or optimism, but really I chose it because it provided an attractive background that isn’t as stark as white, but is also not overbearing when put through a projector (which usually makes a colour lighter). 

This slide has concise points that both signpost the direction of my discussion and summarise the key points. The font is large so it was visible even from the very back of a room, and I chose a sans serif font because it is easier to read from a back-lit screen (while serif fonts are best for printed work).

This slide provides the text I was analysing, allowing the audience to follow along as I read out this portion of the poem, and when I conducted a close reading I could draw the audience’s attention to specific points rather than rely on them to remember the wording.

I hope you find these tips useful. Now go write that paper - you never know when you might have an opportunity to present!

~ Admin @sassy-cicero-says  

[superlinguo]

Linguistics jobs - Interview with a Study Abroad Facilitator

Today’s interview is with Allie Collopy. As Allie mentions below, her job takes her to different places, and she was kind enough to let me interview her when she had just returned to the United States after being away for her job. Allie also shared with me the best photo I’ve ever had for one of these. Here she is in South Korea.

What did you study at university?

I have B.A. in Linguistics from the University of New Hampshire with minors in Spanish and TESOL. While it was a general linguistics program, most of my studies and research pertained to second language acquisition and legislature surrounding language use in the United States, both because I am fascinated by sociolinguistics and because I like to be perpetually enraged by language policy and vent about it to unwilling peers. My thesis was on the future of multilingualism within the U.S.

I also hold an M.A. in International Education Management from the Middlebury Institute of International Studies at Monterey.

What is your job?

My job really varies depending on the season, as I split my time between working in Portland, Oregon and overseas. Most recently I’ve been working as an On-Site Program Coordinator where I facilitate intensive study abroad programs for Australian students in Asia. I work on a contracted basis, so I am notified when there are trips that match my skill-set and availability. I’ve run international programs on 4 continents at this point in my career.

Stateside there’s a lot more fluctuation in my roles, but most recently, I was working as a Program Officer at a local non-profit to design and run high school international leadership programs for the U.S. Department of State. This position required extensive collaboration with local organizations and community leaders to develop curricula centered around intercultural understanding, youth leadership, and community development, but what I always find most gratifying is the ability to build relationships with students from around the world and watch them grow as global citizens.

How does your linguistics training help you in your job?

While completing my Bachelor's I thought I wanted to make a career out of teaching English to non-native speakers and it was initially disorienting to find such positions to be less in line with my interests than I had thought when studying theory and pedagogy. Once I shifted my work from being strictly classroom-based to being centered around experiential education with more flexibility in teaching methodology, I found my career to be far more satisfying.

While my work now is not within the umbrella of linguistics, I have found even lessons from syntax and phonetics have assisted me in my ability to work effectively in a cross-cultural setting. Linguistic coursework trains you to be a detective; to look for patterns and to navigate ambiguity. Modeling my language, even when speaking in English, after the linguistic patterns and specific phrasing I hear in my non-American colleagues has helped me to work more cohesively overseas and address challenges in a way that is more culturally appropriate. As I exclusively work in non-English speaking countries, having a B.A. in Linguistics has been an invaluable leg up in learning foreign languages.

In 2015 I was selected to participate in the Critical Language Scholarship, a U.S. State Department program which fully funds degree-seeking students to intensively study a "critical need language" overseas for a summer. Through this scholarship I was able to study intensive Urdu in Lucknow, India, and I am sure that my background in linguistics not only helped to make my application more competitive, but was an enormous asset in my approach to studying a completely new language in an immersive environment.

Do you gave any advice do you wish someone had given to you about linguistics/careers/university?

It was not until after graduating that I became fully aware of the myriad ways for American students to fund study overseas. Fulbright is a fairly well-known program within U.S. universities, and it is likely that most schools will have their own funding for undergraduate research, but for high school and university students alike, the State Department's Bureau of Educational and Cultural Affairs offers many different scholarships fully funding language study, which I certainly would have taken advantage of as early as high school had I known they existed. As your professors have all done research in their careers, ask them how they found funding and take advantage of these resources as often as possible.

Previously:

Interview with The Career Linguist

Interview with a local radio Digital Managing Editor

Interview with a freelance translator and editor

Interview with an educational development lecturer (and linguistic consultant)

Interview with a client services manager

Interview with an English foreign language teacher

Check out the Linguist Jobs tag for more interviews

[from-coast-to-coast]

The pen is mighty, but hard to wield

Writer’s block was been eating me alive for the majority of this trip (along with the travel blues, but more on that in the next blog post) - I never realized how difficult it is to produce something inherently intimate (it did come from your brain, after all!) and put it out into the void that is the internet (or the world generally), not knowing how it’s going to be received, and having to be okay with that. 

This feeling can be super overwhelming, which is why I think writers are incredible people for being able to overcome it. Yet a common thread that I’ve been seeing across the country is that they can hardly ever make a decent living from accomplishing what to me, often seems like the impossible. And so, I have to ask, WHY? 

Why is it that we get so frustrated when our five monthly articles on the New York Times run out? We feel accosted by the popups that come up on our favourite online article sites that ask you to subscribe, or donate, or in some cases, turn off our ad blockers. On the other hand, most of us would pay money to go see a film, for admission to a museum or art gallery, or to have our caricature done on the street. What makes writing so different in the sense that people are less willing to shell out cold hard cash for it in comparison to more “hard,” science-based skills like engineering or medicine? 

I’ve thought a lot about this question throughout the creation and execution of this project, and the best explanation I can come up with has to do with with a scientific concept called “activation energy.”

Activation energy is a term used to describe the minimum energy which must be available to a chemical system with potential reactants to result in a chemical reaction. It is commonly depicted as a hump in an energy graph that a system must overcome in order for things to happen. My theory is that this concept of minimum energy required for “success” (a reaction) can also be applied to fields or study or specific skills, including the skill of writing. 

For many, we are lucky enough to live in a society where most people read and write at some basic level. As a result of this, basic economic reasoning causes many people to believe that the skills needed to write are not very valuable. There is a low barrier of entry, hence the issue of compensation. However, what most people don’t see is the high activation energy required for you to master the art of writing - yes, everyone can put words on a page, but actually stringing them together in a way that conveys a message in a nuanced way requires strict discipline, a firm grasp on both grammar and syntax, and also a deep understanding of literary devices.

In comparison, skills required in the science often seem opaque and undecipherable to the general public, as they rely on the understanding of technical jargon that is not accessible to a layperson. In this case, the barrier of entry is high, which creates value and demand for scientific skills. However, something that is frequently overlooked is the fact that once these skills are developed, building on this knowledge is fairly straightforward. Mastering the sciences has a low activation energy, as it just requires innovating on a central dogma that is already established and that you have been indoctrinated into from an early point in your scientific career. 

On the other hand, literature is always changing, as it is created by people, who are always changing and learning to tell stories in different ways. That’s what makes it difficult to do, but also extremely rewarding. 

I guess what I’m trying to say is that (in typical Arts and Science fashion) neither the skills required for literature nor science are more difficult or important or than one another - they are just different in their barriers of entry and activation energies. Writers deserve to be fairly compensated for their work in the same way scientists do, and should also carry the same prestige.