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I kept thinking these days that most of us consider English as a second language, a privileged linguistic area from which we take words/phrases and "jargonize" our Romanian sometimes pushing it up to extremes. I also believe it to be nourishment to our minds as a lot of info provided by media comes to us through this means, the music we psychedelically apprehend and feel is mostly filtered through this language, our job which demands it more and more imperatively nowadays. It's a river of words which we fish sometimes to appease our hunger of expression, of more meaningful communication, caringly making use, but also carelessly making abuse of.
I thought we might create a virtual space here where we could share opinions, exercise our minds in other languages than our own, enhance our skills in writing and speaking-in-writing through colloquialisms. If this be taken enthusiastically, I suggest we have session of conversation in other languages as well (Francais, Deutsch, Italiano, Espagnol, so on and so forth), perhaps it suits us well to get to improve language skills with pleasure and along with friends than alone trying to decipher the mystery of grammar stuff or so. We may talk about certain issues or let the flow of language follow its way, it's up to you. As a topic starter I thought of demanding you about what you think of the following affirmation; feel free to state your point of view, discuss, argue, whatever. Here it is: (IMG:style_emoticons/default/pistolar.gif) It's a challenge! The master in the art of living makes little distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his information and his recreation, his love and his religion. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence at whatever he does, leaving others to decide whether he is working or playing. To him he's always doing both. -James A. Michener, attributed |
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Un gand de noiembrie tarziu, parca prea mult depreciat de rutina, pangarit de frig: sa ne apreciem pe noi insene si sa venim voiase in intampinarea muncii noastre, nimeni n-o sa ne faca viata mai placuta, numai gandul intim si detasat al starii de bine.
Si o povestioara pe care o spun adesea elevilor mei. Perspectives A consultant was sent to check on worker satisfaction at a construction site where a cathedral was being built. She walked up to one worker and asked what he was doing and if he was satisfied with his work. He snapped, "Satisfied? I'm cutting blocks out of boulders with these simple, primitive tools. I'm sweating in the hot sun doing boring, backbreaking work. I'm miserable!" The consultant went to another worker and asked him what he was doing and if he found satisfaction in his work. He said, "I'm shaping these blocks into forms and arranging them in the architect's design. It's slow and sometimes boring, but I make a living for my family. Things could be worse." The consultant, slightly encouraged, then went inside the structure, where an old woman was sweeping the floor, cleaning up after the construction crew. When asked what she was doing, the woman replied, "Can't you see? I'm building a magnificent cathedral!" |
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