Je suis un "tita"! Well that's what the parents are calling me. The baby, if it were French, would maybe manage to get out tata or tatie. Which is part of le langage enfantin.
Mon neveu a quatre mois and so we aren't really communicating in any language much less French. He makes sounds, drools and toothlessy gnaws on my finger.
So what does my first nephew, an American, have to do with my French? Mon neveu est très mignon. Il est un bébé si heureux! Il sourit toujours! Et quand mon frère, le père fier, l'observe il est encore plus mignon quand il pleure. La tante fière est d'accord. Totalement mignon.
What he's doing for my German, too!Mein neffe ist sehr niedlich. Er ist ein glückliches Baby! Er lächelt immer! Und wie mein Bruder, der stolzer Vater, beobachtet ist er viel niedlicher wann er weint. Die stolze Tante stimmt zu. Total niedlich!
And with some imagination (and help from the grande-mère) what I could be saying in TagalogAng pamangkin ko ay napaka "cute". Siya ay masayang sanggol! Lagi siyang nakatawa. Ayon nga sa aking kapatid, ang nagmamalaking ama, lalong nagiging "cute" pag umiiyak. Ang nagmamalaking tiyahin ay sang-ayon.Talagang cute na cute.
Oui, I'm baby-talking, too. Not exactly saying "gazou gazou" but talking a lot about my baby nephew.
tata, tatie aunt langage enfantin baby talk Mon neveu a quatre mois my nephew is four months old grande-mère grandmother
My nephew is very cute. He is a happy baby! He's always smiling! And as my brother, the proudfather, observes he is that much cuter when he cries. The proud aunt agrees. Totally cute.
La photo (merci monsieur_foufou): Taxi ride, NYC. Juin 2007.
Save the cheerleader. Save the world. Sauve mon français!
I must break my silence and confess: I've been in another French rut. Vacation didn't need to strike this time in order for my mind to wander away and abandon my well-intentioned but short-lived daily sentence project. Il n'y a plus de phrases quotidiennes.
The routine I established has gone a bit awry. I'm getting in my weekly practice of speaking French (a day or two later, plus ou moins) but I'm turning in my homework on the day of the French lesson, or gasp! days after. Oui, I need help! I need to not forget the vocabulary I've learned. I need to learn new vocabulary. I need to want to do that. Who can I turn to? Nothing short of a superhero, bien sûr. Or in this case: a whole group of them, growing in numbers with each successive episode! "Quoi?" you ask.
I'm coming late to the American tv series "Heroes". However, better late than never. En fait, c'est mieux avec les sous-titres en Français! What's a better way to review vocabulary by recognizing the words you know (Je vais bien, je veux rentrer à la maison)? What's a better way to learn new, useful "everyday" vocabulary (pom-pom girl!) by seeing it in context? As for motivation- well what's better than getting hooked on a tv show and wanting to know what happens next? There is no better way to get that "daily French fix". In fact I've been indulging myself, catching up by watching more than one episode a day. Hey.- it's educational.
...à présent, la suite de Heroes et de mon français aussi!
Il n'y a plus de phrases quotidiennes. No more daily French sentences. plus ou moins more or less bien sûr of course, naturally En fait, c'est mieux avec les sous-titres en Français! In fact, it's better with French subtitles. Quoi? What? Je vais bien, je veux rentrer à la maison. I'm fine, I want to go (back) home. ...à présent, la suite de Heroes et de mon français aussi! ...and now Heroes continues and so does my French.
La photo: Les arbres à Jagsthausen, Allemagne. Mai 2007.
Ma or Mon for the possesive of excuse? Dictionary tells me that excuse is feminine. From what I've learned and logic tells me: ma excuse. Sounds right to me.
But I haven't the exceptional French ear. Those ears can't bear to hear something so obviously ugly that it defies the grammar rules, rightly. Mon excuse is right.
How to train my ear to spot the ugly exceptions? Well try spottin' the English from the French and don't get Lauren "bovvered".
excusez-moi excuse me (formal) ma (fem) mon (mas) my
La photo: "Mon-Kangaroo" and "Ma-Kangaroo" tearing off each other's ears fighting for "excuse". Quelque part en Australie, octobre 2004.
I'm not sure which is easier: letting go of an old habit or acquiring a new one. In the ideal world I would be replacing a bad habit with a good one.
Five days have gone by since I've started my daily French sentence project. The effort, or not (day 3), have so far replaced the effort I usually put into my homework. Luckily, my efforts (no matter how little) have paid off so far. I find myself learning new things, remembering important things and on my way to mastering things I know through constant practice.
The important thing is to have a bit of French everyday. The challenge is fine-tuning that bit of "everyday French" so that it becomes a fun routine that maximizes the results of the efforts put in.
Right now the routine I'm trying to firmly establish is my weekly lesson, my daily sentence and my homework. Yes, in that order. A tall order if I don't want to disappoint my teacher because my homework is last on the list but not least.Here are my daily sentences (share one of yours in the comment box, or provide a link):
jour 2: On ne peux jamais s'habituer à regarder le caca de chien You/One can never get used to seeing dog poop.
jour 3: --
jour 4: Mon excuse pour hier était le vertige de la page blanche et le manque de temps. Pas de phrase hier, alors deux aujourdh'hui. My excuse for yesterday was writer's block and lack of time. No sentence yesterday therefore two today
jour 5: Il y a des factures a payer There are bills to pay
For the past few weeks, well- two days shy of the whole month of March, I've been saying je me sens malade and doing little else in French. It's been a case of mal à la gorge, mal de tête et tousser.
Je me sens mal and I didn't want to make myself feel worse by just writing about learning French and not actually doing it. While I'm not at the crossroads of Choosing between Language Learning and Blogging the fact I hadn't written anything in over four weeks and did very little language learning might make anyone think I'd given up entirely. Pas vrai! The thought never even crossed my mind. Vraiment!
I began this blog during my milestone 10th lesson to eventually be able to pronounce and explain those things I found so c'est intéressant in French. It was also supposed to serve as motivation for me AND my teacher. With that in mind there's really NO excuse to not be able to write at least one French sentence a day, is there?
En fait, ce vendredi, je vais avoir ma cinquantième leçon de français!*
Voilà: my what's-left-of-this-year's-resolution à la française. Join me in the comments box! I'll be listing my sentences weekly and you are welcome to add one of yours or provide a link to all of your week's sentences. Allons-y!
je me sens malade I feel sick je me sens mal I don't feel good mal à la gorge sore throat mal de tête headache tousser to cough, coughing pas vrai not true vraiment really allons-y let's go
*This sentence has been corrected because I don't want to be spreading "bad French". If you want to learn from my mistakes look in the comments box where I have written my original sentence (wince) with an English translation, or rather my intent.
La photo: Driving through a snowy night in Germany. Janvier 2007
A perfect intro to award-winning French director Claude Lelouch, the streets of Paris and the petit_foufou road to learning français: C'était un rendez-vous.
Let Lelouch take you on a non-stop 8-minute drive through 1976 Paris and then decide if you want to take a seat on the couch and spend more than an hour on him and his movies.
You can also, as I did, find it a metaphor for your learning style. I've been on the road to French since last year. While it hasn't gotten me to parler couramment le français à dans grandiose Paris (Nice was a "nice" start, though) and the road has definitely been bumpy, I've realized that it's been great fun so far. Sometimes I'm going full speed ahead and I feel the exhilaration of comprehension only to realize in hmmm, less than 8 minutes that, uh, hm, ah... Non! Je ne comprends pas plus. Somebody (m_ff?) hug and console me!
Like Lelouch's wild unstoppable ride, even the red lights of mastering conjugation (stop to learn them before going on) are blown at the expense of sounding like I am speaking a foreign language- only it's not French.
I am still watching French movies with the subtitles on, still conversing partly in English with my French teacher, still can barely manage simple dictation but I AM still having an amusing, entertaining and dare I say - educational - ride! Paris, me voila!
C'était un rendez-vous It was a date
parler couramment le français dans la grandiose ville de Paris to speaking fluent French in the great city of Paris
Non! Je ne comprends plus No, I don't understand anymore
Paris, me voila literally "Paris, here I am" but can be used to express Paris, here I come!
To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say, and to finish without knowing what you have written. Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Rousseau, the famous French philospher and writer, might also be describing how I've been doing my French homework. Leafing through past assignments, vocabulary I once knew escapes me now. I'm left wondering at what my French self has written. Code-breaking with my French dictionary is gladly postponed for another day: Aujourd'hui- c'est le jour de la Saint Valentin!
Even if you aren't en France, français, ou un francophile, you know French is not a romance language for nothing. Sprinkling your Valentine's greeting with one of the "five loveliest French words to say" (or hear for that matter) will surely melt more than a box of chocolat. So without further ado my valentine's Haiku:
Mon amour: c'est toi! Monsieur Foufou, j'taime You and only you.
La Photo: Monsieur_Foufou sous-marin en Hawaii, septembre 2002 Photo by diving school instructor
When you walk into my house you'll have to look hard to figure out that I'm learning French at home. The French section in my library is très petite: one hand-me-down French/German dictionary, a few old magazines snagged from past Air France flights, three exercise books on grammar and four books (three of which are children's books- merci à Alexandra, Peter et monsieur_foufou!). Voilà tout.
On my office wall, a few inches away from my computer screen, I have a list with French greetings and a collection of phrases for use in eMail correspondence. I used to have a list of four French verbs which I wanted to change every two weeks but I never learned from it so I took it down. I didn't need that kind of discouraging decoration.
Tucked into my carnet de Moleskine of the moment is a list of French phrases that I'm always on the lookout to sneak into some correspondence, witty banter or a post:
esprit de l'escalier "spirit of the staircase", repartee thought of only too late gardez la foi keep the faith homme moyen sensuel the average non-intellectual man mauvais quart d'heuere "bad quarter of an hour", uncomfortable though brief experience nostalgie de la boue "nostalgia for the mud", homesickness for the gutter nuit blanche "white night", sleepless night vogue la galère "let the gallery be kept rowing", keep on whatever may happen! à bon chat, bon rat "to a good cat, a good rat", retaliation in kind à bras ouverts "with open arms", cordially de mal en pis from bad to worse écrasez l'infâme crush the infamous thing
My computer is another story. I have a lot of podcasts, songs and bookmarkedsites and never enough time.
Ou est le français dans votre maison?
très petite/petit very small voilà tout that's all carnet de Moleskine Moleskine notebook Ou est le français dans votre maison And where's the French in your house?
La photo: dans la pièce dorée de L'Alhambra de Grenade, en Espagne. Janvier 2006
Out with the old, in with the new. Optimism and good intentions equal new year's resolutions. Adieu to the speechless débutante of 2006 and bonjour to niveau intermédiaire and beyond in 2007.
Sometimes though, optimism and good intentions are nowhere to be found. Maybe regret instead is damning resolutions and screaming for a time machine to fix things in the past so today or tomorrow can be better.
The talk of time travel brings me to La Jetée, a science-fiction film by Chris Marker. The film is from 1962 and I saw it for the first time in 1989. Watching it now in 2006 it still impresses me and reminds me of the initial reason why I want to learn French: cinéma.
Chris Marker's film is actually a 28-minute "photo-roman": a series of black and white photos with a voice-over and haunting music. It's a story about a post-nuclear present, a painful past and a future of peace. And as with the French- it is also a story of amour. A man travels to the past and the future to "fix" the present. In the past he falls in love and meets the woman whose face has haunted him since childhood. As a child he had seen her witness a death. It is to this past that he is sent.
So there YOU are- if you really had a time machine, would you fix the problems of yesterday for a better today?
Adieu débutante niveau intermédiaire
The French we know: l'optimisme (mas) optimism l'intention (fem) intention la science-fiction science-fiction le film film initial initial la photo photo la jetée dock, jetty là j'étais there I was
La Photo: Parc national du Grand Canyon, Nord-Ouest de l'Arizona. Juin 1991.
Le Theme de cette semaine sur Photo Friday est "Best of 2006". The picture I've picked probably does not speak the same proverbial thousand words, especially French, to everyone so I'm going to just list some words (not a thousand and not all French!) that meant something to the Francophile in me in 2006.
Learn French at Home Stéphanie et Céline C'est intéressant That's interesting, It's interesting Adieu farewell Aimer to like, to love Pourquoi pas? Why not? essayer to try c'est marrant it's fun FrenchPodClass avec Sébastien Mieux vaut tard que jamais (literally = Late is worth more than never) Better late than never voyager to travel Nice, Cannes, L'Esterel, Theoule, Saint Raphael en France! Merci por ton aide Thanks for your help
I would also love to add the names of the readers, commenters and those who'vewritten to me per eMail- you know who you are! Merci! You've helped make my French Learning fun!
Un mot. Je le vois. Je le lis dans ma tête. Je le dis. A haute voix. Trouble is, it's still not sounding très français. Soupir...
Say what you see. It's not easy unless you've already broken all the codes of pronunciation.
Normally the ultimate suggestion for learning vocabulary in languages that have gendered nouns is to learn the gender of the nouns with the nouns. A rose is not just a rose but LA rose.
Oui, but if I cannot say it correctly what use is knowing the gender?
rosé adj rose la rosée dewdrop roser to make pink la roseraie rose garden la rosace rose-window
Figuring out the pronunciation when you've never heard the word can be quite a thorny issue. At least I'd rather attempt breaking the French pronunciation code than the dictionary's official pronunciation key. These three are the pronunciation for the above five words. Can you guess which?
ro'ze roz'rɛ ro'zas
For me, French isn't "say what you see" so flash cards or lists aren't going to help me unless they can speak. Which, on your computer- they can:
For a few hours a week my Mac turns into French Learning Central. And what makes learning on a Mac even more fun? Applications! Or rather what Philippe Galmel programs and calls utilitaires.
Je vous presenté le Minuteur. I use it to time myself when studying French. It's amazing to see how much homework I can accomplish in just 15 minutes- especially when I stop, take a break and do something else and then go back for another 15-minute session. When I'm really enjoying my French diversions (balados, jeux, chansons) I'll actually time and therefore limit a nagging distraction otherwise called work.
Un minuteur is also helpful when your motivation and energy level has you dreading devoirs- you can accomplish a lot in 5 minutes, too. Just don't forget to take that break when the timer stops so you can enjoy what you've just finished. Put your feet up or set le minuteur and explore the other offerings of Monsieur Galmel: utilitaires et jeux pour mac, pc et palm; une belle collection de chansons françaises en mp3 et divers!
I find mastering the conjugation of verbs one of the most daunting tasks... ever. In the past I learned the conjugated verb forms by rote or my version of "muscle memory": writing out the forms over and over and over...
Tactics relying on mindless repetition led to boredom but earnestly trying to understand and apply the principles of conjugation just left me with a mal de tête and anxiety: so many irregular verbs and which tense to use? Trying to make sense of it all only hampered my progress so I usually shut off my brain and memorized enough to pass my tests.
This time around I don't want to shut my mind off, strain my hand or get a headache! I'd been basically avoiding the verb task- conjugating only when necessary.
So when I heard about the podcast Verbcast - French verbs by relaxation (merci Jim!) I knew I needed to check it out. Who could resist: "sitting back, closing their eyes, and suddenly knowing their French verbs!" Pas moi! I want to "suddenly know" my French verbs in the four main tenses in just four weeks (5 podcasts a week)."Ooh-ooh-ooh, Mr. Kotter!"
But after listening to the first Verbcast it's more like "om, Mark Pentleton" - and with a Scottish accent. Relaxation and visual techniques as well as Mr. Pentleton's hypnotic voice helps you to project the verb conjugations on your "cerebral screen".
I've listened to four Verbcasts and it is truly a relaxing way to learn the verbs- so much so that I would recommend it to others who also have trouble with meditating or relaxing. You'll come away conjugating French verbs correctly and you will have learned how to focus on your breath as well as how to get away from it all.
The first podcast explains the Verbcast concept and if you aren't familiar with relaxation and visual techniques or have never tried meditating it may be a jolt to enter the world of your cerebral screen. Hang in there, though- I think you will find the IMAX of your mind an enjoyable place to learn. I do.
un mal de tête a headache pas moi not me
La photo: Les fleurs (inversed) dans le jardin du musée Marc Chagall, à Nice. Juin 2006
Well, to me it's not even "How Much Do You Love Me?" but "Wie Sehr Liebst Du Mich?" as I saw this French film in Germany.
I had never heard of this movie and had no expectations other than being entertained by a film à la Française. At the Cineplex, I briefly saw a poster with Monica Bellucci in profile looking pensive and alluring: she's turned her gaze to something outside of the poster, her hand to her slightly open mouth. The other French film that was playing was La Terre vue du ciel, it had an equally romantic poster showing a landscape from above in the shape of a heart.
I read a quick German synopsis of director Bertrand Blier's movie. Monica Bellucci stars as Daniela, a "Nutte", German for a prostitute. On the French movie website she's described as a Beauté professionelle. In the States- while the word "professional beauty" certainly would conjure up ladies with the voluptuous looks of Monica Belluci - wouldn't we be thinking more of beauty pageants and Miss America instead of nightclubs offering prostitutes in the window?
Bernard Campan stars as François, a Parisian office worker with a weak heart, an eye for a particular professional beauty and an offer she can't refuse: his lotto winnings until it runs out if she moves in with him. How can she say no, it's her J. O. B. ! Gérard Depardieu stars as Charly, her gangster-husband. I decided to see what Monica Bellucci, Bernard Campan and Gérard Depardieu were getting up to.
Coming out of the German-dubbed movie (sans sous-titres), my first word to describe the movie was German: "skurril". This word can be translated in English to mean comical, droll, odd, whimsical or bizarre. Yes- this movie is all that. That and all of Monica Bellucci. Many are probably familiar with Gérard Depardieu but it will be Monica Bellucci that many (certainly the men!) won't forget.
But for a climactic lesson that men shouldn't forget- it's Farida Rahouadj as François' next-door-neighbor that provides a riveting scene about "romantic arias" ending it with a simple question: "Does she roll her eyes?"
La Terre vue du ciel Earth from Above (movie title translation) sans sous-titres without subtitles
La photo: Watching "Maya in Plane Movement" (video installation). New York City, mars 2001.
Lately, I have been struggling with trying to correctly decipher what I hear. Les Français sur mon CD disent The French on my CD are saying : Il a des sous. He has some coins / money. Il l'a vue. He has seen her / He saw her. Il s'est tu. He shut up (past tense).
Et j'entends And I hear : Il a déçu... He disappointed.... Il avoue. He is confessing / confesses. Il sait tout. He knows everything. Test your hearing:
Not only do I have trouble figuring out when not to pronounce which letters- but my tongue insists on stubbornly sounding out everything anyway!
I know that when conjugating verbs that I should not pronounce "ent": I know "ils parlent" is pronounced "il parl" but I still end up saying "il parlehhnt" if I don't concentrate and literally bite my tongue. Heureusement, there is a proper time to pronounce the "ent" and sound super French - adverbs!
Not that I have been losing sleep over French pronunciation- but an article I stumbled on suggested all students of French may be losing weight. The headline screamed:
And Elizabeth Morgan reports: "The answer is swallowed consonants," said Dr. Eric Gross, professor of biology at Lester College in Flint. "We're finding that the pronunciation of these sounds can induce a feeling of satiety in French speakers, and can lead, over the long-term, to lower body weight."
"Obviously, the degree of weight-loss increases in language-immersion programs, like the Lester College Junior Year Abroad in Aix-en-Provence," Dr. Gross said.
Il est américain. Elle est américaine.He/She is american. Il est grand. Elle est grande. He/She is tall. Il est brun.Elle est brune.He/She is brown-haired.
L'exception: he and I are both jeune et mince (among other exceptional qualities). No changes there - one "e", included for both.
I confess! When it comes to French grammar, I'm basically guessing. It's my way of building up intuition. Thinking grammar through is just not my forte. I just want to "know" what to say, say it and have it be right. I'd rather not torture my brain through analysis until minutes or hours later I can reason my way into a sentence that should be perfect... only to stumble into the l'exception pitfall. I don't have the patience for this and certainly the French, in my limited experience, don't want to witness the torture of their language either.
My teacher is explaining a few grammar points and pausing frequently to ask me if I understand. My answers go from the "uh-huh" of hopeful but questionable comprehension quickly to that of unquestionable incomprehension: "I guess... mmm... I guess..." My voice trails off wanting to stop guessing and instead think about other things: un gâteau au chocolat, Paris, l'amour...
What to learn from all of this? Today's vocabulary word: "I guess". My teacher paused, "hmmm... I guess would translate to je pense". Well, I may just start guessing everything à la française because thinking is better than "just" guessing, isn't it? Hmm, je pense...
the French we already know: le fort forte(specialty) l'analyse (fem) analysis l'exception (fem) exception la patience patience l'expérience (fem) experience la compréhension comprehension l'incompréhension (fem) incomprehension
penser to think, to guess un gâteau au chocolat chocolate cake l'amour (mas) love
La photo: Guess what? It's supposed to be œufs brouillés! (It could pass for my brain on grammar though...) Au Scotch Tea House, à Nice. Juin 2006
After my short holiday from learning French mutated into an extended strike - how fitting is it that my first lesson upon return is about l'imparfait?
The imperfect is not only the lapsed débutante de français, moi - but the French past tense that wants you to know there's a another reason to learn the nous and vous verb forms in the present tense.
I hadn't been bothering to completely conjugate all the verbs that I've been learning. I can speak for myself: Je parle anglais. I can turn a simple sentence into a question for my teacher: Parles-tu anglais? (in the familiar because, oui, je tutoie!). I can also tell you about somebody, he or sheas easily as "je": il parle/elle parle/on parle anglais! (tu also likes sharing verb forms with je on many occassions.)
I was basically content to stumble when conjugating the nous and vous forms because they rarely came up. That is, until I took a trip into the French imperfect past. Suddenly they are the foundation upon which habits and states of beings are built - just replace the endings in the nous or vous present form:
parler = nous parlons, vous parlezwe speak, you (formal) speak boire = nous buvons, vous buvezwe drink, you (formal) drink (je bois, tu bois, il/elle/on boit, ils/elles boivent)
with the proper imperfect endings: je parlaisI was speaking, I used to speak tu parlais il/elle/on parlait nous parlions vous parliez ils/elles parlaient
je buvaisI was drinking, I used to drink tu buvais il/elle/on buvait nous buvions vous buviez ils/elles buvaient
The French usually take their vacation in August. My mind instinctively took a vacation, too - happily following my body to Glasgow, Chicago, Jakarta and Ubud - leaving behind French grammar and homework.
But while the French returned from their holidays in September my mind turned to another French pastime and decided to follow suit: it went on strike. It decided to continue to indulge in recreation. There would be no conjugating, no adding to the vocabulary, no reviewing. There wouldn't even be the pretense of good intentions: no taking the grammar workbook only to stuff it into the literature pocket of a Recaro airplane seat behind the safety-cards; no lugging the Apple laptop poolside only to ignore the Microsoft Word document containing pages of vocabulary; not even toting the beloved Moleskine around village, town, city, or the island to jot down musings à la c'est intéressant.
I went through my days barely noticing the increasing absence of French in my daily life. I was content with slowly acclimatizing myself to the plateau that I didn't realize I had reached: I did only half of my overdue homework, I watched a French film with German subtitles while leafing through a magazine and managed to answer only one question du jour each week, if at all. Still, I felt confident about my French- thinking it would be the bicycle I would ride effortlessly once I chose to finally get back on.
I mean, I would at least be able call up the Paris Marriott Hotel and somehow come up with a sentence that would have me speaking to my friend in room 132, right? Crashing realization as I began with "je" followed by silence and then finally "voudrais" as I soldiered on battling more awkward silence until I finally fell apart - "..uhm aaah diiiiiire" - stretching out my words hoping to stall for some time.
The receptionist had had enough and brusquely demanded, in perfect English, that I stop butchering a language that sounded otherwise so lovely: "please! speak English". I acquiesced and mumbled my request.
To English speakers it's known as the Hippocampus. No, I'm not talking about seahorses or hippos.
Does it sound Greek to you? Guess what, it IS! The hippocampus does take its name from the Greek: hippo = horse, kampos = sea monster.
Okay- but what's so intéressant about this "monster"? Well, this monster is in our brain. It's the part that's responsible for memory. It can be ton meilleur ami or ton ennemi juré in language learning.
Réviser, réviser, réviser! Words of wisdom gladly repeated by teachers everywhere. In this case, French. But what if you've reached a plateau and reviewing isn't getting you anywhere anymore?
According to Berhard Hobelsberger's article in issue three of Brigitte Balance (bonjour aux lecteurs allemands!) there's a better way to review. And it has to do with the Hippocampus.
The Hippocampus is basically not a friend of repetition. What does that mean for those of us who want to avoid being at odds with our français and our hippocampe? It means saying the same thing in different ways - instead of just repeating the same phrase over and over - is going to help you learn it faster and better because l'hippocampe likes to hear "new" things.
Hobelsberger's other tip to get your Hippocampus friendly and listening? Change the tone of your voice!
mon exemple: Je crie. I scream. Tu cries. You scream. Nous crions tous pour une crème glacée. We all scream for ice cream. Tu as criè, "Je veux une crème glacée". "I want ice cream", you screamed. Tu veux crier, "crème glacée!" You want to scream "ice cream!"
repeat after him:
ton meilleur ami your best friend ton ennemi juré your worst enemy réviser to review
La photo: Atherton Tablelands en Australie. Octobre 2004. Posted from the air en route to Indonesia! Merci Boeing connexion!
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