Our farm is overrun with kids. So much so that I rarely talk to my sister-in-law, even though her home is attached ours and we share a veranda. It’s not what you think. See, before there was e-mail and voicemail there were kids. Need to grab that thing over there? Send a kid. Need to …
Rorschach
(This post was published accidentally about a week ago before it was complete. The mistake was quickly corrected, but some people got a 404 error as a result. Sorry for the confusion! Here it is in its finished state.) Without language, we strip human interaction down to it’s most basic. I find I learn a lot …
Word Jumble
At seven months of living in Brazil, my languages (English, Spanish, Portuguese) are still a bit of a mash-up. It’s a wonder that I manage to communicate at all. Portañol will only get you so far. It’s as if someone up there with a devilish sense of humor cross-wired these languages on purpose. In Portuguese …
