5 Senses: Spanish is pronounced exactly as it’s written

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Spanish is pronounced exactly as it’s written

Hear

Taste

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Touch

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Smell

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See, Hear, Smell

En contraste con el inglés, se pronuncia el español exactamente como está deletreado. En el inglés, existen palabras con letras mudas, como en la palabra “know”. En tal ejemplo, no se pronuncia la letra “k”. También en inglés hay pronunciaciones distintas para la misma palabra. La palabra “envelope” también puede ser pronunciada “envelope” en un contexto diferente. En español hay bastante menos engaño. Casi cada letra que aparece en una palabra española está pronunciada. Entonces, cuál idioma es más fácil de aprender? El español o el ingles? Elige tú.

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Juxtapositions: Hotels Across the Country

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Hotels Across the Country

Room 1 – Upstate New York

Comedy night at the Marquis was never any good. But he was from out of town and he didn’t know any better so I let him take me there anyway. Turns out, it’s not half bad when you’re with someone you like.

I’m not sure if I can call this love just yet, but it feels different. I don’t know, maybe I’ve seen one too many love stories. Or maybe I haven’t seen enough. You know what I hate about them? At the end of the movie, no one ever says what love is. The characters just fall in love and get married and then the credits roll. No definition, no answer, just a kiss and a blackout. What kind of bullshit is that? How the hell am I supposed to know when I’m in love if no one tells me what it actually means to be in love?

Whatever… I’m sure one day I’ll figure it out. Maybe one day he’ll come back and then I’ll know for sure.

 

Room 2 – Minneapolis, Minnesota

She saw me from across the street. Don’t ask me how, but she did. And I knew the moment I saw her that she would be the source of all my happiness. And then, my bus soared away and she disappeared into my hindsight.

I always take the same bus home, but that night I didn’t. And now I can’t go back to my old route again. I come back to that same stop at the same corner, across from the same hotel, hoping that I’ll see her again.

But, somewhere deep down, I know that I’m really waiting for her to see me.

 

Room 3 – The Great Plains (Or Somewhere Close to Kansas)

“Draw me a picture of the stars,” she said. I held her close and promised her I would.

But the next day, I forgot what the stars looked like. And pretty soon, I forgot what she looked like too.

“Draw me a picture of the stars,” I said. She held me close and promised me she would.

“One day, you’ll see them too.”

 

Room 4 – The Quiet B&B in Opal, Wyoming

From a note left at the front desk upon departure: “The service and food was lovely. And, if anyone ever asks, the scratches on my husband’s back came from all your cats. HaHaHa!”

 

Room 5 – The Grand Canyon

From a postcard sent home on August 16th, 2003: “We got on the road with nothing but $200 bucks for gas and a bunch of old snacks. 526 miles later and we made it! We have no idea where we’re going to stay, but this isn’t a bad place to be stuck in at all. You should come visit soon!”

 

Room 6 – The Pacific Northwest

From the back of a Polaroid found in the room trash: “This place feels like infinity. He says he never wants to leave.”

 

Room 7 – Motel California

California is the place of dreams. I guess that’s why we ended up in a cheap motel 2,000 miles away from home. No money, no car, but plenty of hope. But my mother used to say, “You can’t live in a fantasy forever.”

Good thing we made ours a reality before the clock stopped ticking.

 

Room 8 – Music City

From a scrap of a music sheet found in the back of a desk drawer: “Lobby of Hermitage. 9pm. Bring your best suit and a smile. See you soon!”

 

 

Juxtapositions: The Job Hunt of David Carter

David Carter had a long day of job-searching in the City. He didn’t have any official interviews but rather was wandering between office buildings, harassing anyone in professional attire, trying to convince them that if they would just give him a chance he would be a great asset to their company. He would! A few months ago he had graduated from one of the best colleges in the world, so he was certainly qualified to sit around in a suit making loud phone calls and pretending to be a productive member of society. His father was supporting him in the meantime, but every day he pressured David to get a job. How hard could it be? Sure, the economy was on the verge of collapse, but David was so special, so smart. He would be fine.

When the business day ended, David was too embarrassed to go home. No, he wasn’t going to sit at the dinner table and listen to his father pointedly talk about how easy it was to get a job back in his day. This is it, he said—this is the day I get a job. What do businessmen do when they get off of work? Drugs and sex, he guessed. And so David decided to go to the Red Light district.

He was immediately assaulted by the irritating multitude of ads and the suffocating throngs of tourists. He had a drink at a bar and regretted it—David could not really afford to drink, especially not overpriced tourist cocktails. While waiting at an intersection for what seemed like forever, he caught the eye of a beautiful woman across the street. She seemed different from all the other women, purer perhaps, a little more real. She seemed a little sad or maybe just calm, like she was at peace with the world.

When the light turned green they went into the alley behind a noodle bar and had sex—David could not really afford this either, but luckily she had a credit card reader on her smartphone. He took her to a sleazy hotel, where they had more sex. He wished he could get to know her as a person, but thought that might be too awkward.

Just after midnight he ran ten blocks to the nearest station to catch the last train home, but it departed 2 minutes early while he was still waiting in line for a ticket. He would have to wait for the 5:07am.

He went back outside, dead quiet save for the McDonald’s down the street. He walked slowly towards the mesmerizing yellow arches towering above. Then he walked through the door and up to the counter. He asked if they were hiring for any managerial or consulting positions. They were not. How about fry cooks? No, they were still not hiring. Would he like to order? David ordered a Big Mac and a Diet Coke. Would he like fries with that? No, he would not—yes, he would—two orders of fries! And: an order of chicken nuggets! Put it all on the card–why not? He’d be in debt for the rest of his life anyway if he didn’t find a job.

David went upstairs to find a table. Everyone looked just as awkward and tired as him, but he was the only one in a suit. The businessmen all had offices to sleep in; they didn’t have to sit in the fluourescent purgatory of a fast food establishment. Kindred spirits, all waiting for the 5:07, or the 5:23, or the 5:49 out to their village, or perhaps, if they were lucky enough to have a job, waiting for their morning shift. They all know, he thought. They all know I have no job and they all know that I’ll never have a job.

The man at the next table fell asleep, his face buried in a hamburger. David took out his laptop and decided to work on his video interviews. He hit record and put on the peppiest voice he could (without going over the top, of course). The man at the next table snored and drooled, making his half-eaten bun soggy. “One time when I added value…” The lights buzzed overhead. “Added value and had a tangible impact…”

His mind was blank. The truth is, David Carter had never had a tangible impact on anything in his life.

At 4:46am David exited McDonald’s to head back to the train station. Suddenly, a crack opened up on the sidewalk and he fell in.

I could tell you that he went on an adventure, perhaps that he found a mysterious series of catacombs or discovered a hidden society beneath the streets of the City, but that would be a lie. David Carter fell into a crack in the earth and died. He never found a job.

Story #1 ~ ®Kraft™

HI BILLY MAYS HERE

FOR JUST $19.99                                 H

I’LL LEAVE YOU ALONE

 

I’m really thirsty

I sure would love a nice, cold…           H

Pepsi Co. product

 

I’m really thirsty

I sure would love a nice, cold…          H

Coca-cola drink

 

I’m really thirsty

I sure would love a nice, cold…         H

Who’s today’s sponsor?

 

Troop morale is low.

The men complain about soggy conditions.

They refuse to raisin bran-dish their weapons.

They are going cuckoo without Cocoa Puffs.

They can’t see an end to the conflict, nor can they see why kids love the taste of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

Many are too busy Reeses Puff-puff passing to be an active part of a balanced breakfast.

General Mills, what do you advise we do?

 

I’ve got a Target number of objects to make.

I’m beating my head against a Wal-mart, here.

Well, this is O-Kmart for now, I guess.

 

One taco bell, please

Extra meat and extra cheese               H

Just like Mom made it!

 

 

Williams Dining Dissapoints Once More

 

If I eat something

Atop a very tall cliff                         H

Is it high dining?

 

I have a brilliant plan to build a skyscraper made entirely out of stacked pizzas

So that I can finally say I’ve experienced the upper crust

All I need is a lot of dough

 

It started with a two mediums for $5 each.

Now I’m up to a large and a side of cinna-stix.

I can’t stop; it’s the Dominoes effect.

 

If I bought this fried chicken dinner on my own

(With only a small loan from my father)

Why should I have to share it with anyone else?

That’s why I’m voting for Colonel Bernie Sanders.

 

I’ve been nauseous since we took off.

I think the pilot is a clerk from the florist department? Or the butcher counter?

The selection is pretty limited and things keep falling off the shelves when we hit turbulence.

Why did I think it would be a good idea to go grocery shopping in the Price Chopper?

 

I walked in to the sight of melting cheese.

And a melting counter…                                                  *stolen from my sister*

And…clock…                                                                  

Why did I go to the Salvador Deli?

 

I’m taking a class about making sandwiches.

It costs 5 dollars to commute by Subway.

Any recipes must be properly referenced and sauced.

Our final grade is 10% attendance, 50% participation, and 40% Quiznos.

Seems like an (Arby)system to me.

 

Go to White Castle

An intern broke the sound board.                     H

We need new sliders.

 

Revolutionary Spoken Word Performance

Sometimes I feel like a burrito

Like I’m so full of emotions

They’re oozing out because my parents didn’t make me right

And society just slapped a tin-foil wrapper on me

And sold me to the man for $5.99

Plus $2 for guac, but Gauntanamo for free.

Story #2 ~ Adventures In the Osaka Red Light District

This was supposed to be a night of debauchery.

I had to wait at every single intersection.

Why did I go to the red light district?

*Taken from http://jotarofootsteps.blogspot.com/2012/06/kyotoosaka-day-6.html

Giant jade dragon

Majestic beast of legends                H

Now sells me ramen

 

Man of LaMancha

Actually a penguin                          H

Who sells cheap candy

 

If I look foreign

Why ask me for directions?            H

At 3 A.M.

 

Upstairs McDonald’s

I missed the last train back home   H

So did everyone here

 

The rooms are so cheap!

I really love this hotel.                    H

I’ll ignore the stains.

 

This channel is news

This one is “Frozen” on loop         H

…And this one is porn.

 

I’m in the lobby

At the free soda machine                H

…You can’t make me leave

 

The condoms are free

But stereotypes are true                  H   

…I must be massive.

 

Sorry to decline

But JAPANESE WOMAN! SEX!   T

Is sloppy English

And I won’t be a part of

A scheme run with such grammar

 

I’m on the dance floor…

Never knew that clubs were full of    H

So many losers

 

Five dollars a shot?

That seems really expensive.             H

Guess I’ll stay sober.

 

Story #3 ~ The Land Before Time

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There is nothing more precious than a tree star.
We spared no expense

To ensure Jurassic World                 H

Was a bad movie

 

The Land Before Time I was the first movie to ever make me cry

Because it taught me that even though my mom isn’t a fifteen meter long brachiosaurus

She can still die before I do

 

I’m hard at work trying to revive dinosaurs that have been extinct for millennia.

I’ve had a lot of success cultivating Pterodactyl cells

In this Petri dish.

 

Dinosaurs are cool

When they’re fighting, not singing     H

Land Before Time II

 

Sharp teeth are evil

Because they have to eat meat            H

Or else they will starve

Story #4 ~ Why is the Ocean Salty?

Infinite choices

The wealth of the world at hand         H

…I’d like some salt please!

 

Williamstown could save thousands on salt by collecting from seniors who picked into Dodd neighborhood Sophomore year.

 

“Even though I’ve got critically high blood pressure,

I’m confident my heart will go on.”

~ Saline Dion

 

Majored in econ

Hired to clear the roads of snow        H

I’m a consaltant.

 

My childhood friend was a chicken

But ever since he fell into that pot of salt and Jamaican spices

He’s been acting like a real jerk…

Sodium Streets Part1: Tragedy

Sodium Streets Part 2: Euphoria