Time runs low but tasks are fewer anyway
Jun. 7th, 2007 01:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pseydtonneThe resume is still not complete, although almost all of my other tasks are. I've got Skype working on the laptop I'm bringing to Australia.
The single most important things I had done before a late lunch, and clearly these were vital, is read biographies and watch old episodes of Time Trumpet on YouTube. This is a BBC show from 2006 which claims to be a look back at 2005 through 2009 and slightly upward from the lens of 2031. They get the real new people and such to play along, which makes it a total win. The first link I saw was this one: Tesco versus Denmark. Tesco is a supermarket chain in the UK that has Wal~Mart-like powers. Watch for the deployment drop.
I've got the iPod reloaded for the trip. I went into Harvard Square and the Back Bay with my roomie this afternoon and found lots of things I once owned on cassette and hadn't heard in years. Big Black is excellent wake-up music, don't you agree? Was it a brilliant idea to buy these albums again on CD to simplify the MP3 ripping process? Maybe not.
This latest setup of my mobile music library may be my security blanket as I travel the tourist cosmos. The thought of 21 hours in the air each way, plenty of time in trains and cars, and otherwise needing something when the local accent gets on my nerves.
I can't pretend I don't get the occasional urge to throttle someone speaking a version of English I had never heard before. You smile on the outside but inside you're thinking "it's cute, it's still cute... okay, that word never had those syllables so cut it out. There shouldn't be a glottal stop in the word "fuckin'"! Speak Murkyn like Jesus did!" When I went to England I wanted to smack the lisp out of this woman from Devonshire. I mean, it's a lisp! Don't gimme that ethnocentric correctness argument: if you can afford to dress two children in nice clothes you can stop pretending I'm the crazy one for thinking you sound like Elmer Fudd.
Oh wait -- Barbara Walters. She's wealthy and while she has improved her diction it'll never sell if she lost all trace of the 1970s Baba Wawa. I think of that lisp as low-class but England doesn't. Come to think of it, that guy from the New York Dolls has one too.
It was very hard to accept that I sounded funny to people in the UK. Entire characters that I would usually use in conversation had no reference point: if you have no Bostonians, a south shore accent will still sound the same as Dallas the TV show. Then again their impersonations of us were miserable.
I think my point is: I have to accept that I'll sound funny for a fortnight. Yeah, there I go. If I observe and keep calm, I'll be fine. If I can come home with at least two new accents I'll be even better.
-not going to admit I was enjoying lolbots this morning, Ps/d
The single most important things I had done before a late lunch, and clearly these were vital, is read biographies and watch old episodes of Time Trumpet on YouTube. This is a BBC show from 2006 which claims to be a look back at 2005 through 2009 and slightly upward from the lens of 2031. They get the real new people and such to play along, which makes it a total win. The first link I saw was this one: Tesco versus Denmark. Tesco is a supermarket chain in the UK that has Wal~Mart-like powers. Watch for the deployment drop.
I've got the iPod reloaded for the trip. I went into Harvard Square and the Back Bay with my roomie this afternoon and found lots of things I once owned on cassette and hadn't heard in years. Big Black is excellent wake-up music, don't you agree? Was it a brilliant idea to buy these albums again on CD to simplify the MP3 ripping process? Maybe not.
This latest setup of my mobile music library may be my security blanket as I travel the tourist cosmos. The thought of 21 hours in the air each way, plenty of time in trains and cars, and otherwise needing something when the local accent gets on my nerves.
I can't pretend I don't get the occasional urge to throttle someone speaking a version of English I had never heard before. You smile on the outside but inside you're thinking "it's cute, it's still cute... okay, that word never had those syllables so cut it out. There shouldn't be a glottal stop in the word "fuckin'"! Speak Murkyn like Jesus did!" When I went to England I wanted to smack the lisp out of this woman from Devonshire. I mean, it's a lisp! Don't gimme that ethnocentric correctness argument: if you can afford to dress two children in nice clothes you can stop pretending I'm the crazy one for thinking you sound like Elmer Fudd.
Oh wait -- Barbara Walters. She's wealthy and while she has improved her diction it'll never sell if she lost all trace of the 1970s Baba Wawa. I think of that lisp as low-class but England doesn't. Come to think of it, that guy from the New York Dolls has one too.
It was very hard to accept that I sounded funny to people in the UK. Entire characters that I would usually use in conversation had no reference point: if you have no Bostonians, a south shore accent will still sound the same as Dallas the TV show. Then again their impersonations of us were miserable.
I think my point is: I have to accept that I'll sound funny for a fortnight. Yeah, there I go. If I observe and keep calm, I'll be fine. If I can come home with at least two new accents I'll be even better.
-not going to admit I was enjoying lolbots this morning, Ps/d
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Date: 2007-06-07 12:56 pm (UTC)What good music shops are to be found in Back Bay? I feel like I've cleaned out CD Spins on Newbury...
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Date: 2007-06-07 06:04 pm (UTC)