back in black (and a red bandana)
i haven't blogged in so long. i miss it! i miss reading all your intellectually stimulating (and otherwise) comments and speculations. i don't know about you guys, but my life has taken a turn for CRAZY. srsly, i've never been so busy. no wait that's a lie, because that's exactly what i said last year around this point in the semester. so, by extensive use of logic and deduction, it is that point in the semester when everything goes nuts.
by the way, it's super cold in my room, which is causing many typing mistakes. my fingers can't handle the pressure without slipping up a little, do forgive them. *goes to find a sweater*
yeah, so back to crazy busy! i've got a midterm monday, a huuuuge drawing project due tuesday, and of course, my inquiry paper to work on. thankfully my graphics studio prof has given us a break, but not for long, so i'm taking advantage of my time.
but here's the REAL reason i blogged today. as i've already established by my halloween costume,my dad is a pretty cool guy. last night he and i were having a great conversation. somehow we started talking about when he first came to america and was going to school, and he was telling me how hard it was for him to adjust to going to school here. when i asked him why he told me that although he was very fluent in english (he and my mom attended british schools), the system of education was so different here that it was hard for him to understand the expectations of his professors. there is also a lot of importance placed on presentations in america, since we use them as one of our main means of communication of ideas in education and the workplace. (case in point, research presentations!) but not in india. i started thinking of my dad as a non-native speaker back in 1970, going to his university writing center, and said to myself, "cuuuuuute!"
i'm pretty sure he didn't have a writing center at his university, but still, he was in the same position as many non-native speakers that come into the c4w. it's incredible to think he was at that point back then, because he's had so much experience in the business world by now. that's 30+ years of work right there. i was also talking to him about urdu (which he brought up, because he loves talking about it) and i discovered that i don't actually know urdu. i know HYDERABADI urdu. hyderabad is a city in india and apparently has a very colloquial version of the actual language of urdu. it's a combination of hindi and farsi, as well as some arabic i think. the other day when i was talking to Jayashree, she told me that she finds it hard to insult someone in urdu. and i was like ARE YOU FER SRS?! because i'm really familiar with some pretty heavy duty swear words, i love them. but what i discovered is that all of those words, adopted by urdu-speaking hyderabadis, are actually hindi words. so pure urdu is to hyderbadi urdu as british english is to american english. HUGE difference! my dad gave me an example of how he and his friends used to make fun of those "pure urdu speakers": instead of saying "your mom" you would say something like "instead of praising your mother, i am going to insult her." it was so great.
by the way, for those of you who didn't know, i found out that freddie mercury was INDIAN. that just upped my cool factor by about 10%! and i was already pretty cool to begin with! anyway, so now i'm thinking about languages and all the cool ways they can be used. i wish i had time to do stuff again, because then i could learn some more about urdu. oh well, i always have...when i'm old, i guess...yeah.
one other thing i have to mention: for all of those who heard my "little brother being eaten" story, i should mention that in the nightmare my brother was a muppet. it was scary and sad. i hate nightmares. i'm glad i don't have a little brother so he can't be a muppet and get eaten. see you all on tuesday!