Ah, you mean like the Portuguese I see outside my front door each morning? Whom I cheer up by reminding that they are privileged to have an Englishman living amongst them, no doubt a great help in relieving their hunger and suffering.
What, you mean that poor though I am in money, while rich in cultural accretions ( I speak two languages well and four further badly) I am not, in some way, equal to a fellow multilinguailst? But but, surely it is the cultural, the human additions to one’s life that are to be most valued?
Slightly more seriously, I have to admit I like Theresa. Yo, OK hubby, you go do your thing. But I’m me and buggered if I’m changing me just for your obsessions.
On a much less serious note does being able to get your tongue around five different languages make one better at getting one’s tongue around other things? ( Please note that my wife will not be joining this discussion with respect to my above claim with languages.)
You know, I’m on the verge of the cusp of the edge of just beginning to not like her. Can’t put my finger on it, just this crazy vibe…
Apparently John won’t be changing anything except rooms (and his mind):
http://www.drudgereport.com/dnc92.htm
Jeff continues to be a race pimp. Not that I know what that means.
Did the burnt-out light bulb earn three Purple Hearts?
Cuz the bulb is burnt. Which would be an injury sustained while performing one’s duty.
Umm. A Portuguese lady born in Mozambique now living in the US would be, from the US point of view, an immigrant, wouldn’t they?
Or am I missing the point here?
(Again).
Irony, Tim.
You see, wealthy immigrants aren’t really immigrants. They’re internationals. Globe-trotting transnational bohemians.
Now, poor day laborers on the other hand—those are the kind of people who change lightbulbs…
Ah, you mean like the Portuguese I see outside my front door each morning? Whom I cheer up by reminding that they are privileged to have an Englishman living amongst them, no doubt a great help in relieving their hunger and suffering.
That kind of foreigner?
Those are they. From Ms. Heinz Kerry’s perspective, of course.
What, you mean that poor though I am in money, while rich in cultural accretions ( I speak two languages well and four further badly) I am not, in some way, equal to a fellow multilinguailst? But but, surely it is the cultural, the human additions to one’s life that are to be most valued?
Slightly more seriously, I have to admit I like Theresa. Yo, OK hubby, you go do your thing. But I’m me and buggered if I’m changing me just for your obsessions.
On a much less serious note does being able to get your tongue around five different languages make one better at getting one’s tongue around other things? ( Please note that my wife will not be joining this discussion with respect to my above claim with languages.)