Thursday, February 24, 2011

The first step...

...is admitting that you have a problem.

Not only do I spend about four hours a day on French, but I start to feel guilty if I'm reading something and it's not about the language.

4 comments:

Tabor said...

You have just realized this is a problem???

Cerulean Bill said...

Um....yeah. (Hey, at least I didn't say Oui!

genderist said...

That reminds me. I thought of you today at the mall. I was at one of my favorite stores - can't remember the name - but The Hater and I call it "the hippie store". Anyway, they always have fun music. Today they were playing something I was only halfway listening to - a blues tune - and it hit me as I was walking around that it was in french! Yay! Have you started rocking out to french music yet?

Cerulean Bill said...

Not really. I have heard some songs by a guy named, I think, Henri Dis, but I didn't understand them. And I've listened to some French radio via the Internet, here
, but I understood that even less.

Even those nuns who sang Dominique
back in the sixties are pretty much incomprehensible to me.

Hippie store, huh? Sounds like Spencer Gifts...