Rewiring My Brain: Escucha y Repita

Despite five years of German and two years of French in middle school and high school, I retained none of it. I think I am not a “language person,” and I have often envied friends who seem to acquire languages like adding an extra car just because they can. Nevertheless, it’s been on my radar for years to learn Spanish. It is California; we are practically a bi-lingual state. I decided 2019 was the year to give it the full welly. I discovered ways to learn and not to learn, I started exercising parts of my brain that I didn’t know where there, and learned all about el hombre con seis dodos. Español, aquí voy!

Duolingo language app
The Duolingo free language app

How Not to Learn Spanish

This started three years ago when my daughter showed me the free Duolingo app, which purports to teach you a language five minutes a day. Since I enjoy a challenge, most of my focus has been to keep my streak going. (200 days in a row as of today). I have learned a decent amount of vocabulary, particularly about chicken with rice, fish burgers, and wine.

When we went to Italy last year, we picked up a little Italian in Duolingo. Enough to say Permesso! when I needed to get off a bus. Curiously, Duolingo thought it was very important early on to say Il pinguino beve acqua (the penguin drinks water). However, I was happy that it taught me gelato and cioccaloto right away, and it’s a flaw in this app that three years in, I haven’t been taught to say either ice cream or chocolate in Spanish! (Yes, I know it’s helado and chocolate, but why hasn’t it taught me yet?) Overall, I found the progress exceedingly slow, and after so many months still could barely understand Dora the Explorer-level Spanish. I was determined to do more.

Getting in on the Conversation

The most tried and true method to learn a language, of course, is to be dropped into a place where no one speaks your language, where you are forced to learn or starve. An awful lot of people certainly learn that way, although I wouldn’t call that “easy.” There are also expensive ways to do this, but it must be understood that I am too much of a cheapskate to pay for a better app or take a class at the adult school. I do have a friend who’s become fluent this way, but he told me that this multi-year process has cost him several hundred dollars. I wanted something cheaper, i.e. free. What have we got online? What’s at the library?

EdX, a partially-free online learning annex, provided a great beginning three week video course, which I completed spit-spot. That helped to combine basic vocabulary with conversation, the piece that Duolingo lacks. I learned all about the parts of a house and how to describe hair color and length. However, whenever they started speaking quickly, I couldn’t follow it at all, even if it was vocabulary I had supposedly “learned.”

I then tried watching Spanish-language television with subtitles, but they still spoke way too fast. I can see that’s where I need to get to, yet I need an intermediate step. There is, by the way, some sort of Spanish-language dating show with alternating sets of bachelors and bachelorettes choosing each other based, I think, entirely on looks. They don’t use names but refer to each other by astrological signs. Kissing is involved. No entiendo.

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Spanish dating show

I did hit kind of a jackpot at the library, after failing at two conversational programs. One promised to teach you in forty minutes and had the instructor, Olivia, work with a stranded American woman in a Mexican hotel, Phoebe, who had a hilarious New York accent. Unfortunately, learning vocabulary consisted of bringing in the food service waiter who promptly rattled off a list of restaurant-related words, which they repeated as if they had immediately learned them. I call bs. You can’t learn words from one repetition. Another weird “new agey” program played mellow background music while the male voice repeated over and over, un cafe con leche, which is unfortunate since no bebo cafe con leche (I don’t drink coffee with milk).

The conversation method that seems to be working is the Pimsleur method, which I have been able to get via the RB Digital library. It’s 30 days and 30 lessons in each module, and there appear to be seven, which seems like plenty. The first lesson explained that it was much better than all the other methods because Dr. Pimsleur and science! Actually, the approach is called “spaced interval” learning which requires you not just to listen and repeat, but to do it again after time has passed. More effective.

Also, you participate in an actual conversation that starts out simplistic, but after two weeks, involves which restaurant you’re going to, who’s going to buy, and when you’re going. I am finally making progress, though I will say that these particular conversations seem to revolve a great deal around cerveza (beer) which is again annoying since no me gusta la cerveza. Why can’t they teach us in Lesson Three to say Vamos del restaurante “Cold Stone Creamery” para comer algo de helado!

My Wernicke’s Area Needed a Workout anyway

I have been listening to Pimsleur lessons in the car because it turns out I’m in the car at least 30 minutes a day, going somewhere. Even though I don’t commute to the office anymore, I find that just going to the gym, to the grocery store, to my volunteer site easily takes more than that per day.

I was curious about whether driving and listening would be problematic, and while I read some sites that suggested not to do this, I found some interesting research that suggested otherwise. It turns out that the language learning site of the brain is called the Wernicke’s area (Brocca’s area also gets involved with the speech part).

Map of the brain
Driving and language learning may not conflict

Driving is controlled by a variety of motor functions. The cerebellum helps you steer. The medulla oblongota keeps you focused. The corpus callosum helps you connect what you see to what you’re doing. However, Wernicke’s isn’t necessarily engaged, which is why you can have a conversation while you drive. Although that can be distracting, it’s usually not. In comparison, I’ve sometimes found that it’s hard to listen to audiobooks while I drive because I often lose track of the story. Listening to stories, apparently, uses many more parts of your brain than the language centers. The brain starts activating all the segments that might relate to the characters in the story, so because driving uses many parts of your brain, those parts are already busy. Whereas your Wernicke’s area is just sitting there idle while you’re changing lanes, so you might as well use it.

Nooks and Crannies

One curious thing keeps happening when I’m asked to translate a sentence on these tapes. I keep thinking of the translated word not in Spanish but in French or German. Every time I hear the instructor say but, instead of pero, I think aber. When I hear because, I think of parce que rather than por que. I said at the outset that I really remember very little German or French from way back when, but apparently those words are sticking around in nooks and crannies of my brain.

This isn’t the first time I’ve noticed this. Anytime I write a long list, I’m more likely to finish with und so weiter or usw rather than etcetera. Maybe my brain just think it feels more exotic. When we used to leave the house, I would tell my kids Dann gehen wir jetzt, and they would look at me.

Many years ago, I came across a three-way translation of the Lewis Carroll poem Jabberwocky written in German and French. It’s a fascinating exercise because it highlights the differences between the three languages, particularly since the poem is full of nonsense words. But I can still toss off parts of it in both languages–those words are tucked in my brain somewhere–even though I can’t remember words to my favorite poems in English. Es brillig warles toves lubricilleux… I may just have to live with learning Spanish that occasionally is full of un peu francais oder ein bisschen Deutsch.

I have also found myself wandering around the house still spouting entire sentences in Spanish, Voy a comprar algo, muchas cosas buenas de Ecuador. (I’m going to buy something, many good things from Ecuador). My wife told me that I’ve walked through the kitchen like this twice, and she wondered whether her hearing was going. Is it my tinnitus or are you actually speaking in tongues?


No te pierdas al hombre con seis dedos.

Maldito sea! (lo siento)

Just practicing conversational skills, while it seems to be bootstrapping me better than other approaches, is suficiente no. I did break down and spend $6.99 on a used textbook, so I could look at the spelling, grammar, and vocabulary. There was again a lot of immediate focus on describing people’s hair color and length but… Chapter Three and still no helado!

The last step to my cunning plan has been to add movies in Spanish to the arsenal. I quickly found that you should not watch movies you don’t know. It’s better if both the audio and subtitle track are in Spanish, which forces you to interpret and learn the words, but you can’t do it if you can’t follow the plot. If the audio is in English, you end up not reading the subtitles.

My daughter and I had a great time starting out with La Princesa Prometida, although we had an interesting side conversation about the fact that I don’t really remember movie plots well at all. (I kept asking her what was going to happen next, and she pointed out that we had watched the movie together three times, listened to the audio of the book, and an audiobook by lead actor Cary Elwes about the making of the film. Tengo una mente como un cubo con fugas. (I have a mind like a leaky bucket). I’m pretty good at remembering dialogue, though, so I’ll keep Inigo Montoya’s speech ready to go; apparently, my hippocampus prefers some memories over others.

Mi nombre es Iñigo Montoya. Mataste a mi padre. ¡Prepárate para morir!

the most famous speech from La Princesa Prometida

I loved the Melissa McCarthy comedy, The Heat, though it seemed to have in ordinate amount of swear words. Diablos! Maldición! (Disculpe!) I have a feeling those curses were fairly mild compared to what someone from Mexico might actually say. Last week we did our favorite pelicula, Monty Python y la Búsqueda del Grial Sagrado which involves Los Caballeros de la Tabla Redonda and don’t ask me why they kept saying tabla instead of mesa. I can definitely report that it is a comuna anarco-sindicalista just as you’d think.

This week, my daughter and I will tackle one of our guilty pleasure favorites: Hojas de gloria (Blades of Glory). I can’t wait to hear how they’re going to translate Jon Heder saying ” I’m not skating to anything with references to lady humps. I don’t even know what that means.” Iron Lotus, aqui voy!

Marlowe Palimpsest

How do you know which of your memories are genuine and which have been altered over time or even made up?”–Fandango’s Provocative Question, March 6, 2019

Thank you, blogger Fandango, for today’s provocative question. It was time for a nice little stroll down memory lane.

This is the house where I grew up, 15825 Marlowe in Detroit, Michigan. This is a picture that I pulled today from Trulia, a real estate site.

My childhood home from Trulia, 2019

It’s a curious picture because that is what the house I grew up in looked like. Except that about ten or fifteen years ago, it fell into disrepair–there was a Google photo at the time, which showed broken windows and the door hanging off the front–from which I inferred it had probably become a crack house, given the date and location in what is now a not great region of Detroit. Somewhere I sequestered a photo from that date, though can’t find it at the moment because I don’t remember where I put it. Continue reading “Marlowe Palimpsest”

All My Books Bring Me Joy

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Tip of the iceberg of kajmeister books. All photos today by kajmeister.

I’m jumping on the bandwagon of shade. I am piling on the hate. I am a little chagrined to be joining such a chorus since, generally speaking, I try to avoid the herd mentality, but when it comes to dissing books, I can’t help it.

There’s a conversation going around about self-proclaimed expert tidier Marie Kondo and her aversion to anyone owning more than 30 books. Specifically….

She recommends keeping no more than 30 books in your collection, to be exact….”The idea is that if it sparks joy for you, you must keep it even if I go over to your home and I say, ‘Do you really want to keep this book?’ If you feel that it sparks joy for you, keep it with confidence.”–from “Marie Kondo Approved Ways to Get Rid of Your Books”

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Happy New Year, Same Old Shtick

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The Shiny New Thing (the one without stickers…YET). Photo by kajmeister.

I bought myself a new computer (Merry Christmas to me) because the old one was doing those things they do when they get old: taking five minutes to boot up, hopping off the internet frequently for no particular reason, or just refusing to cooperate. Not quite the Blue Screen of Death, but it was coming, I was sure. I suppose I could have just wiped the hard drive, but I convinced myself a new one was needed because there were a few new bells and whistles that I wanted.

So I have spent my transitioning into 2019 with Della, the Shiny New Thing, who is frequently reminding me of how painful a process this is. Microsoft is so intrusive and buggy; Support Forums are full of bad advice or suggestions that lead nowhere. I figured out how to port over all the email history I wanted–oh, the cleverness of me! — but I broke the email on my phone, tablet, and old machine in the process and had to remove and reload, over and over.

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Heartland III: Not My Mama’s Shakespeare

It’s astounding
Time is fleeting
Madness takes its toll
So listen closely
Not for very much longer
I’m going to lose control

Quick–what’s the next line?

Stratford Festival Theater
Shakespearean Festival Theater in Stratford Ontario, originally built in 1953. Photo by kajmeister.

Forty-two years ago, I saw the legendary Canadian actor Brian Bedford play three roles at the Stratford Canadian Shakespearean festival in repertory: Angelo in Measure for Measure, Malvolio in Twelfth Night, and Richard III. The breadth of his performances changed my idea of what actors could do.

Forty years ago, as a freshman in college at Berkeley, I watched a science-fiction movie about a transvestite where people shouted at the screen and threw toast and rice. It changed my idea about how a movie can connect with an audience.

Who would have thought that, getting old, we would wax nostalgic about doing the time warp?

Stratford Festival program, Rocky Horror
Stratford Festival’s Rocky Horror, starring Dan Chameroy. Program photo by Stratford staff, uncredited.

Gimme That Ol’ Time Theater

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