A mid-August link fest.

I’m going to cheat today. Monday’s 1,700 word post left me a little worn out, kind of like Harry Potter after conjuring a Patronus.

Yes, I admit it. I read all the books. But I got the British “adult” versions. Oh, now get your minds out of the gutter! It just means that the covers were less cartoonish, making it easier to pretend that we’re not reading a kids’ book. I liked the books and I’m vain, what can I say?

As a bonus, I finally found that Tom Petty CD I thought I'd lost.

To take a break from research and course planning, and to finally finish the Great Summer Book Reorganization, I bought paint, moved furniture into the middle of the room, and dusted off my old CD player, because painting seems to go hand in hand with the local classic rock station, static and all.

While I keep painting and refreshing brain cells, here are some links I’ve found this week that you may enjoy.

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On the other mano…

On Wednesday, I described some of the benefits of being bilingual, focusing mostly on possible cognitive advantages to growing up with two language. I believe in fairness, but even more than that, I do not think it’s possible to truly understand an issue without exploring it from as many sides as we can. So I set off to find some reasons why being bilingual may become a burden rather than a blessing to some. Continue reading

My Cat Says Hello

Zelda would like to tell you something.

Actually, that’s a bit presumptuous on my part. She may very well be telling me to go away or asking me for a little head scratch. I really don’t know. It’s hard to tell with cats, you know. It’s not like they can speak.

Or can they…?

I’ve heard countless claims from various people over the years that their pet – dog, cat, iguana – can understand exactly what is being said, and though they can’t form the actual words (with the exception of a few elite examples), the pet can “talk back” to their owner. Of course, I generally look at them askance and wonder what they’re on and if they’re really hearing voices talking back to them. If that’s the case, my friend, it surely isn’t the dog. David Berkowitz anyone? Continue reading