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Por ejemplo, Citrón
One of the things I miss when I'm away from the United States is driving. Not the driving itself, mind you, because I hate that. But the being locked up in an enclosed space all alone. The freedom to talk or sing to yourself without inflicting it on others or being judged by them.
I love to turn a song waaaaaaay up and sing along in the car. You're enclosed with the music, you don't have to worry about bothering family members or neighbors, and you can really get into it... unless you're stopped at a light and people are staring and pointing. My favorite singing-in-the-car song is "Karma Police" by Radiohead.
Sometimes I carry on imaginary conversations in my head. Often it's when I'm trying to figure out how I'll phrase something or otherwise preparing for something. These conversations usually stay in my head, but today as I drove home from the doctor's office, I found myself talking out loud in French to an imaginary Spanish language assistant at le Lycée V. Larbaud about how I often pronounce Spanish words in a French way - especially words that also exist in French or those that end in "-on".
I'll just pretend I was talking on a hands-free car phone. The other drivers will never know.
srah - Tuesday, 3 September 2002 - 1:21 PM
Tags: assistantship, driving, french, imagination, singing, spanish
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