Who is that?

An interesting attempt at poetry. Let me know if it is any good.

 

His mind reeled, panicking.

She was walking,

over there,

not with him.

 

Who is that?

 

She couldn’t…

There is no way.

How could she?

She promised she wouldn’t…

 

Who is that?

 

But there had been so many times,

and it couldn’t happen,

no, not again.

There must be some explanation,

some reason.

 

Who is that?

 

There had been the time,

not long before,

when another had done the same.

He remembered it vividly.

 

The door had been ajar,

ever so slightly.

He was working so much.

The day he found her,

it was the same.

 

The restaurant,

that horrible place.

He couldn’t remember why he was there.

Horrible food.

 

And she walked in,

not alone.

 

The shock,

the anger,

the horrible grief,

and then the long night.

 

It was over that night.

And he remembered it vividly.

 

Who is that?

 

It can’t be.

It won’t be.

He had worked hard on this one.

There had been so much,

so much good.

 

There was happiness.

He had a new job, a new place.

 

He had closed the door,

and locked it.

 

Yet here she was.

 

Who is that?

 

How could she do this to him?

How could she consider it?

What went wrong?

Or did anything go wrong?

 

Who is that?

Benefits of Bilingualism

FlagsOne of the coolest things I have done in my life is spend two years in southern Brazil. It was really interesting and one of the things I most value from doing it is having learned Portuguese. It is interesting to note that there are approximately three quarters of a million people in the US that speak Portuguese as their native language, and probably over a million that speak it fluently. But compared to the total population of the US, that is actually tiny. So why would knowing Portuguese be that cool or valuable? And really, why would knowing any other language be particularly valuable?

First of all, being bilingual is awesome. Seriously, it is really cool and enjoyable. To know that at any moment I can burst out in a language that pretty much nobody around me will understand is just so fun to me. But maybe I am weird, so here are some other good reasons to be bilingual. To begin, jobs. In the current job market, just knowing any other language other than English gives you a step up, even if the language isn’t necessarily that important to the job, because it means the person was willing to put a lot of mental effort into something. Secondly, the mental benefits are off the charts. Knowing another language can do things like prevent dementia at old ages and improve the ability to multi-task. And then there are things like being able to understand other cultures better, connecting with people instantaneously should they speak your second language, and improving memory. But to better show what benefits there can be to bilingualism, I think my experience of learning Portuguese will be helpful.

When I first got to Brazil, I knew pretty much nothing. I had studied Portuguese maybe 6 weeks total, formally. And the teacher was American and had quite an accent. So when I arrived, my immediate thought was “what language is this!?” It sounded nothing like what my teacher spoke. Everyone was using slang, slurring words together, and talking so fast! I didn’t know how fast someone was capable of speaking till then. I spent the better part of 3 months completely confused, having no idea how to communicate that I wanted chicken, not beef, or that I in fact was not rich nor had millions of dollars to give away (a common misconception of Americans). People laughed and I had no clue why; people got upset and I had no idea they were. I was lost. But in that time, I learned a lot and I grew a lot as a person. There are things that can only be learned by being completely isolated and yet among so many people.

After those 3 months, I started getting the hang of things. Before, at times it took massive amounts of mental effort to understand people (it hurt my mind so much that I couldn’t sustain it for more than a few minutes) and suddenly I was able to quickly decipher what was being said. Soon after that, I wasn’t deciphering anymore; I was actually thinking in the language. And it wasn’t long before I was dreaming and living in the language. When I imagined coming home, everyone spoke Portuguese in my mind until I realized (to my disappointment) that nobody back home spoke Portuguese.

One of the biggest changes I experienced in myself also occurred the most subtlely. The more I learned the language, the more I understood the culture, and the more I understood the culture, the more I loved the people. I know it is a little weird to say that I loved the people, but that is the best way to describe the feeling I have for the Brazilian people. I began to understand their mentality and perspective once I understood their language. We, as Americans, often don’t realize how much our language reflects our culture, but it really does. Let’s take for example cursing. In Brazil, they use their versions of cuss words much less than we do. They only use them when really trying to insult or hurt somebody (though the exceptions definitely exist). Here in the U.S. we seem to have little issue throwing around our cuss words casually, and really don’t limit their use to one specific situation, and we use them in humor as much as anger. I can say that the Brazilian people struck me as a much more polite people. I was serving as a missionary, and in 6 weeks in Texas, I was yelled at, had the door slammed in my face, had dogs sent after me, and treated fairly poorly by most. When I got to Brazil, the difference was like night and day. I was hard-pressed to find a Brazilian who would slam a door or yell. Many would invite missionaries into their home and most of those would offer us water and a small bit of food. And their language reflected that.

Perhaps Americans don’t understand these things as much is because not as many Americans are bilingual. Around 20% are bilingual, many of which have English as a second language, not their native. Comparatively speaking, Europe has approximately 50% bilingualism among adults. There just aren’t that many of us Americans who speak more than one language, and that can influence our culture. It isolates us and causes us to not understand other cultures as well, and that influences our beliefs and ultimately our actions. Much of the world holds the U.S. in contempt, and often for good reason. Our actions, from our cultural perspective, seem to be the right thing and good-intentioned, while the same actions from other cultural perspectives can appear selfish and close-minded, while the opposite can be true as well. In most Latin-America cultures, and definitely in Brazil, people will refer to the overweight person as “fat”, and there is no insult involved whatsoever. If someone so much as suggests so in the U.S. they could be asking for a mighty slap in the face and loss of respect. On the other hand, sarcasm is not taken well at all in many other cultures, while in the U.S. it has quickly become one of our favorite types of humor. Brazilians have a lot of difficulty understanding it, though it is starting to become more common, but there are many lines that cannot be crossed (forget “your mom” jokes, there is no worse insult).

People in the U.S. need to invest more in learning foreign languages in order to cut down the barriers that stop us from connecting with the rest of the world. Schools cannot afford to cut the foreign languages being offered, and if anything they should be expanded. More people need to spend more time abroad and more people need to put effort into the language after they have started learning. If we do this, hopefully we can change our culture for the better. We can become a more understanding people and actually do what is helpful in the world, and not just what we view as helpful but what the world views as helpful. Fortunately, many data from studies suggest that the younger generation is taking up the challenge, and I hope the trend continues.

Fascinating World

pale blue dot

The world is a frustratingly fascinating place. How many problems can one little rock in space have? To put things in perspective, the Earth is 7,917 miles in diameter. The Sun is 865,373 miles in diameter. The Sun is a SMALL star. As in most stars are BIGGER. And most planets that we know of in the galaxy are bigger than Earth, and some bigger than even Jupiter (86,881 miles in diameter). And if you go just past Jupiter (which isn’t even halfway to leaving the solar system) and look back, it will be difficult to find the Earth. It is a tiny little speck, just like the image on this post (look at the beam farthest to the right and look for a tiny dot). Look up a video right now; there are a ton of versions but just about any will do. Look up “Pale Blue Dot Carl Sagan.” Regardless of political or religious views, it is quite eye-opening. We are literally on a tiny blue dot that isn’t visible from more than a few hundred million miles away (leave the solar system and you won’t see it).

Yet here we are, bickering and arguing, laughing and loving, and just living life. We are born, and not long thereafter, we grow up and go to college and get jobs and get married and have kids. Pretty soon we are counting grandchildren and the days to retirement, and shortly after that we are on our way out. In less than 100 years (which in the Universe might as well be no time at all) we have lived the entirety of the human experience. Every step of the way is hard, to us at least. We face decisions and choices that seem to have no right answer. There are things to be done and people to take care of and issues to resolve. There seems to be no time at all, and we forget so much of what is important.

One of my favorite philosophies in life is the idea that we should enjoy the journey. It is also the one I least follow. I am always counting the time till I can take the next step, whether that be in the next day or next week or next year. I can, at almost any time of the year, tell you how many days there are till Christmas. All of this counting and waiting and anticipating actually isn’t good though. What about that person who I pass every day on my way to school? I don’t know their name, where they are from, or what they aspire to be when they get out of school. Yet I pass them every single day. Why don’t I take the time to get to know them? I have a million excuses, from “I have class to get to” to “that would be so embarrassing!” But all the excuses add up to nothing. There is that language I always set the goal to learn (Russian), why don’t I put in the time and commitment? Another million excuses come to mind, but they amount to nothing.

This may seem like rambling, but I feel that just about everybody has the same issue. We all want to be more than we are, but we get so absorbed in trying to be that person who we so desire to be that we miss the actual opportunities to be that person. We miss the whole journey, and we make it to the end, and realize that the reward was along the path, not at the end. It was in getting to know that person, or struggling to learn that language, or doing whatever our little goals may be.

So the world is frustratingly fascinating. We do so much, only to realize we missed the truly important. But in the end of our lives, when we realize that, briefly, and only ever so briefly, we suddenly become that person we always wanted to be. Once we do, our time here is done. We did what we needed to do, which was learn that one lesson, whatever it may be. And we are gone.

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About Me

So I figure my first post should be to introduce myself. My name is Weston and I am from Colorado. Obviously, I am a college student, and I am studying physics and astronomy. On a personal level, I am a weird nerd. I can say a lot of cool  nerd things, like that I am bilingual (I speak Portuguese), I am an Eagle Scout, I have read hundreds of books (the Harry Potter series alone I have read 8 times), and a lot of other cool things. But really the word cool is just my opinion. Others might say that I am not so cool, because I have practically no social life, or because I have no sense of fun. And those two things are completely true, I have almost no social life and I much prefer to save my money and my dignity than have what many people call fun (like getting drunk). But really I realize I am not totally normal, mostly because of my belief that normal doesn’t exist. What is normal to one person is completely different from normal to another person. So I am weird in pretty much everybody’s view except my own.

Secondly, I should probably say why I have this blog. At the time of this writing, I am not entirely set on having a blog, but since you’re reading this it means I wrote the minimum first five posts. So I have it because I love to write. It is a little hobby of mine that I am not necessarily very good at but I enjoy it so I do it anyway. I like to hear what other people have to say about what I write, so the blog is a good location. A secondary reason is I like to express my viewpoint, and speaking is not my strong point (much less than writing) so I figure I can share that a little better through this blog.

In the end, I don’t really know what I will post, but I hope you enjoy whatever it is. I might post a few bits from my English classes (which I mostly don’t like because I much prefer writing about what I want to write) and maybe some fiction and some rants. But any way that it may turn out, I hope you as my reader enjoy it all and find it enlightening in some form or another. Let me know if you do!