Archive for March, 2008

American Accents

Wednesday, March 26th, 2008

There are lots of internet quizzes, most of which I don’t take (although I did make an exception for “what kind of dog are you?“)

But this one on American Accents interested me because I’ve always loved accents and tend to pick them up by osmosis by simply being somewhere for an hour or so.

Just ask The Prof who sent me off to a meeting of ‘grad student wives’ one night years and years ago and asked me where on earth I’d been when I got home because I seemed to be channeling someone from Perth!

It was sitting next to Irene, I told him. She’d grown up right outside Perth.

When I go to see my daughter in Texas, I can fall right into that accent in a matter of minutes. My sons used to roll their eyes. But then the youngest came home from Brazil and told me he totally understood. He’d started speaking English with a Brazilian accent because so many of his friends did.

Anyway, I digress. This quiz tests what sort of “American accent” you have. And I answered it the way I grew up speaking, trying to remember my ‘native’ pronunciations. I think it turned out reasonably reflective of the way I talk when I’m not ‘influenced’ by whoever I’m talking to.

Here’s mine:

The “Western” doesn’t surprise me at all. I did the test twice and came up with the high western count every time. The two questions which I had to look twice at reversed my Boston/South accent depending on which way I answered them. While I went with the “Boston” answers in the first instance, I realized I hadn’t even acknowledged the third choice. When I did, my dad’s Southern roots definitely showed.

It’s an intriguing quiz. If you’re American, try it and see what accent you come up with — and let me know if you think it’s accurate. And if you’re not American, give it a try anyway and see who you might be if you spoke American English. And if you’re English, I’d really like to know what accent this test thinks you have.

And if you’re interested, there’s a terrific article in Wikipedia on American accents which you might enjoy.

Keep me posted!

The trouble with dusting

Tuesday, March 25th, 2008

Dusting is no bad thing. Let me say that up front.

Dusting blinds is, if not entertaining, at least mindless and usually (but not always) there is a view to behold behind the dust cloth.

Dusting pictures is trickier because you pick them up and look at them — and then you remember where you were when that happened, and how young your youngest looked then (Was he only twelve? And sitting at a bar on a Caribbean out island! Good heavens). And you do that, say, times twenty odd pictures and you’ve frittered away a whole afternoon.

You have some very good reminiscences, but it is

  • a. not getting the book written
  • b. not getting the room ready for George the school teacher turned painter
  • c. making you want to go to the Caribbean again. Also to Barcelona and Vienna and Scunthorpe and St Erth and Fermoy and all the other places in those photographs.

Worse, there is dusting bookshelves.

It wouldn’t be bad if you could just dust the shelves, but you have to take out the books and open them. Not to dust them, of course, but to see if that scene you remember in Jill Mansell‘s Perfect Timing is as good as you remember it being.

And it is, and so you stand there reading it. And then you go sit down and read it because it’s swept you right up in the story again and you can’t not read it.

Until finally you need to go put the dogs out. And call George and tell him maybe next week the room will be ready to paint.

And then you have to go back to dusting because there are several more shelves on that particular bookcase and unfortunately they are all “keepers” or you wouldn’t have kept them, would you?

But maybe you could get rid of a few of them. Of course you have to read them first to be sure you were ready to part with them.

Which is why I hate dusting.

What about you?

Spring Cleaning

Monday, March 24th, 2008


I’m not a big fan of spring cleaning.

Truth be told, I’m not a big fan of cleaning (the act of) in general.

I acknowledge that it’s necessary and it makes life more livable. But I don’t go around looking for things to clean, dust, sort, straighten and otherwise meddle with. I’m a live and let live sort of person when it comes to, um, clutter.

Which is not to say I don’t vacuum and dust and deal with it as it comes along.

However . . .

There comes a time, say, every twenty years or so, when it’s time to paint a bedroom.

And if we’re going to paint, we probably ought to put down new carpet. And if we’re going to go to all that trouble, the mattress on the bed is pretty awful and isn’t that a spring jabbing me in the back every night?

And, well, one thing leads to another (though I’ve tried telling Seb that to get him through this chapter and he just shrugs and goes back to his CAD program as if to say, That’s your problem, not mine).

So I’ve left him to his CAD program and I’m stripping wallpaper.

Did I mention the wallpaper issue? Probably not. The wallpaper is, thankfully, only on one wall. It will be gone by noon tomorrow. I guarantee it. Then I can get the paint and call George my friendly retired school teacher painter person and say, The room is almost ready.

And that, of course, will galvanize me to get the rest of the stuff cleaned out, boxed up or thrown away. You’d be amazed at the books I’ve discovered that slipped off the cedar chest and are lurking behind it. Well, maybe you wouldn’t be — but I am.

And while I’m doing my painting, Seb will be doing his. Always nice to have art imitating life as well as the other way round. I started feeling a bit smug when I wrote that. And then I turned back to the chapter and discovered he’s just showed up with a violin that belonged to his grandfather.

Where did that come from?

It seems to be staying. So I’m going to have to think about that. It will give me something to do while I clean.

Does cleaning inspire you with creative thoughts? Are you a Natural-Born Neat Person? If so, I’m really impressed.

What do you do to get creative juices flowing?

Cleaning the oven seems like overkill somehow. But what do I know? I so rarely try it!