Your answer to #6 was just like me as a kid. I was oblivious. My mother even swore she could have whole conversations with me while I was reading, but they didn't make sense; being more like sleep-talking. I wish I still had that level of concentration.
I think I discovered "catamite" about the same age, in a biography of Julius Caesar.
I still remember coming downstairs to ask my mother what "whore" meant when I was about 10 or 11. "You know perfectly well what 'war' means." "No, it's spelled W-H-O--" "What on earth are you reading?" "James Bond." "Oh, that's all right, then."
My last look-up was "sporting the oak" which turned out to be an Oxbridge expression meaning shutting one's door to say one is not to be disturbed.
lol good to know I wasn't the only oblivious one. Actually, when I was about 10 or so I was reading when another car hit our car (at low speeds thankfully) - the panel right behind me was the worst hit - and it took me about 15 minutes to look up and ask why we had stopped. I like the idea of your conversations that weren't, too.
Actually I learnt the word "whore" by seeing Les Miserable, along with a whole lot of other slang terms for prostitute at the same time. And what the original meaning of bastard was too, amongst other things...
Thanks for the heads-up about the html, I didn't realise I had been typing under the rich text tab instead of the html one. I fixed it up while I waited for the bus this morning.
I think I'd have noticed a car crash, but it's hard to be sure. I used to start reading in English at primary school and still be reading with it was arithmetic. :-P
Ah yes, the 409. I presume you got one eventually, and also made your rage known. I felt for you.
lol, yep that would be the bus. There was a bus at 9:35... Only 5 minutes late that one. Still I did ring up and complain, because really, that bus route is late 90% of the time, and I'm kind of getting sick of it.
I'm glad I wasn't due to see anyone before 10am today (Doctor I work with normally starts then, some days I start at 9am instead whilst the rooms are quiet).
Yeah, high school killed my love of reading, then university dismembered it and jumped up and down on its bones. Reading a book a week for English Literature subjects was tough. But I'm beginning to regain my love of reading now. It no longer feels like a chore.
You're lucky you didn't do an English degree, or as many English subjects as I did. =/ I mean, it's not that I hated it, and I got good marks, it's just that being forced to read killed off any desire I had to read anything but brainless fluff in my spare time. I'm only just starting to read challenging books again by choice. Still, I'm proud of my degree, so I guess it was worth it.
it's just that being forced to read killed off any desire I had to read anything but brainless fluff in my spare time. I'm only just starting to read challenging books again by choice.
Even having done a science degree at uni, I had a similar kind of experience to that. Trying to stuff so much info in, and keep it in (especially when I started the audiology course and had to actively retain it for multiple semesters), meant there really wasn't enough effort left over to read "harder" literature.
I guess we just keep going and see how it comes. I did read another chapter and a bit of The Picture of Dorian Gray tonight. Although now I just want to settle down with something a bit easier again.
I don't know why I find it so hard to read... it's not even like Alexander Dumas who had sentences that ran on for half a page. But I think it's because I keep expecting the action to happen faster - and even though I know he's setting it up I expect it to be quicker... so I seem to be loosing interest and going for stuff that is more fast-pace in preference.
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I used to do the same thing with the chapter I was supposed to finish with as a kid. It's good to hear from you! =)
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Hmm, I wonder how common the chapter thing is?
I guess it depends probably on the pace of the book, and how enthralling you find the book in general.
How's your dancing going? Any new tricks you've mastered?
I have been reading your blog, I'm just a little lazy when it comes to commenting
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I think I discovered "catamite" about the same age, in a biography of Julius Caesar.
I still remember coming downstairs to ask my mother what "whore" meant when I was about 10 or 11.
"You know perfectly well what 'war' means."
"No, it's spelled W-H-O--"
"What on earth are you reading?"
"James Bond."
"Oh, that's all right, then."
My last look-up was "sporting the oak" which turned out to be an Oxbridge expression meaning shutting one's door to say one is not to be disturbed.
Um, something happened to your HTML. :-)
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Actually, when I was about 10 or so I was reading when another car hit our car (at low speeds thankfully) - the panel right behind me was the worst hit - and it took me about 15 minutes to look up and ask why we had stopped.
I like the idea of your conversations that weren't, too.
Actually I learnt the word "whore" by seeing Les Miserable, along with a whole lot of other slang terms for prostitute at the same time. And what the original meaning of bastard was too, amongst other things...
Thanks for the heads-up about the html, I didn't realise I had been typing under the rich text tab instead of the html one. I fixed it up while I waited for the bus this morning.
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Ah yes, the 409. I presume you got one eventually, and also made your rage known. I felt for you.
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There was a bus at 9:35... Only 5 minutes late that one.
Still I did ring up and complain, because really, that bus route is late 90% of the time, and I'm kind of getting sick of it.
I'm glad I wasn't due to see anyone before 10am today (Doctor I work with normally starts then, some days I start at 9am instead whilst the rooms are quiet).
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You're lucky you didn't do an English degree, or as many English subjects as I did. =/ I mean, it's not that I hated it, and I got good marks, it's just that being forced to read killed off any desire I had to read anything but brainless fluff in my spare time. I'm only just starting to read challenging books again by choice. Still, I'm proud of my degree, so I guess it was worth it.
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Even having done a science degree at uni, I had a similar kind of experience to that. Trying to stuff so much info in, and keep it in (especially when I started the audiology course and had to actively retain it for multiple semesters), meant there really wasn't enough effort left over to read "harder" literature.
I guess we just keep going and see how it comes. I did read another chapter and a bit of The Picture of Dorian Gray tonight. Although now I just want to settle down with something a bit easier again.
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