Cunning Nowhere

In the south of China, I have learned to speak the Hokkien dialect. As I am a red(well, pale yellow)-haired barbarian, I cannot adequately reproduce the sounds of a famous profanity. But I have taken it as my own. You need to use your imagination, my dear Hokkien friends. Guds hjælp, Folkets kærlighed, Danmarks styrke, Kynings havn.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

apologies

I am so sorry to the people who have been reading these funny sayings of a Norseman. I have been drowned in Ost-Asian education. Those who have helped me get used to this will be laughing now. But really, I am swamped all the time for one month. Meanwhile, the Alchemist, he has been teaching me English, with a kind of mock sarcastic style when he is pretending that it is most amazing that Dansk educated in Amerika cannot speak a word of Anglo-Saxon.

Of course, as I have told Der Fascist before, that is all nonsense. I am perfectly able to write and speak well in English. I am not ungrammatical even though some say that my turning of phrase is not quite the idiom of the Mother Tongue. And anyway, English is some kind of bastardized descendant of Indo-Aryan origin words which produce offspring who then have affairs with their ancestors.

Any way, back in school is a circus, which only my sanity is supplied to resist by the personal knowledge that it comes to an end every few months. I am content. I will blog more when I can.