Sometimes there just aren’t any explanations

The English language is like London: proudly barbaric yet deeply civilised, too, common yet royal, vulgar yet processional, sacred yet profane. Each sentence we produce, whether we know it or not, is a mongrel mouthful of Chaucerian, Shakespearean, Miltonic, Johnsonian, Dickensian and American. Military, naval, legal, corporate, criminal, jazz, rap and ghetto discourses are mingled…

Density + (2*lack of information)=?

I love sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know? Ernest Hemingway At school the energy levels have shifted to panic (over various exams), complete boredom for those who aren’t in bilingual programs and are just satisfying some type of requirement, to attempts at sleeping during class due to…

Chocolate bake-a-thon

We all start off so very young, With most making it to be old. Wondering how we survived so long In a world so cold? from Another Year, Mahfooz Ali Before the break for Easter I’d promised my two 3 times a week ninth grade classes that I’d bring in a chocolate cake for each…

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When the words come, they are merely empty shells without the music. They live as they are sung, for the words are the body and the music the spirit. Hildegard of Bingen The numbers are the temperature when I left for school this morning; by late afternoon we had snow flurries and the temp was…

Easter

Daily I switch languages — call them masks: At times a mask can feel like your own skin. At other times, the spirit has to struggle, Saved only by the tongue it calls its own. from Entre Deux Langues, George Gömöri  tr. Clive Wilmer   Here’s what the students told me is a traditional Easter…

Good Friday (nagypéntek)

Because Hungary is, via its constitution, a Christian country, Good Friday (as of this year) and (traditionally) the Monday following Easter are national and bank holidays. So most stores, regardless of their size, will be closed those days as well as Easter Sunday. There are pagan traditions – mostly dealing with fertility and the arrival…