On learning English

Anyone who learns English as a second language has my admiration. I’ve been trying to learn English as a first language for over fifty years to great or lesser degrees of success or failure, and I have to admit, English is one really tough nut to crack. I’ve studied verbs and nouns, adjectives, adverbs, prepositions, conjunctions, clauses, gerunds, pronouns, relative pronouns, subject pronouns, object pronouns, interjections, slang, and a never ending list of strange grammar points, none of which are consistent, coherent, or logical. Even if the pronunciation weren’t a nightmare, or that all the short vowels weren’t the same, or the silent letters, or all the bizarre idiomatic expressions with prepositions and verbs, or the lack of a true subjunctive, or our inconsistent orthography, or our strange relationship to punctuation, it would still be hard. Don’t even get me started with the helping verb “do” or whatever the word “would” really means because I have no idea. As a bilingual person (I sorta speak a little Spanish–Hablo un pequeño español), I know how hard it is to learn another language that you were not born with. I’ve studied English for years, and it is still a complete mystery to me. Oh sure, I’ve given up trying to make sense of this mess, which is a major load off of my shoulders because trying to understand English is only a little less terrible than trying to learn it as a second language. Perhaps the only thing crazier than English syntax is, well, wait, maybe there is nothing crazier than English syntax. What drives second language learners out of the minds are all of the words that sound to them just about the same, and if that isn’t enough, there are about thirty different brands of English which pronounce all of those similar words just a little bit differently, but not differently enough to be another language, or even another dialect, just differently enough to confuse the hell out of anyone trying to learn English as a second language. And it’s the little words, the in’s and on’s, the about’s and the over’s which can change the meaning of any simple sentence in a radicle way–thinking “over” something is not the same as thinking “about” something. The combinations of verbs and prepositions is almost infinite as are their different meanings. Let’s not even discuss the passive voice in English. Yet English seems to be everywhere and is a requirement for so many kinds of jobs and occupations, so a lot of people have to learn it. Perhaps the hardest thing to learn in English are the idiomatic expressions–short, sweet, and have little or nothing to do with the actual words involved, so knowing the meaning of the words is irrelevant for understanding the meaning of the entire phrase. If you tell someone, “You’re fired,” they should have no actual idea that they are out of a job. What is so maddening, nee, insane about English are all of the small subtleties that contribute to meaning. The pronunciation is impossible, the syntax twisted, the semantics insane, so why would anyone want to learn English? Well, I can think of lots of reasons, but there can only really be one reason that has any value–because they want to. In the meantime, sign up for your English classes–in a college or university, on-line, maybe a pre-packaged course you do on your computer? Sandstone?

On learning English

Anyone who learns English as a second language has my admiration. I’ve been trying to learn English as a first language for over fifty years to great or lesser degrees of success or failure, and I have to admit, English is one really tough nut to crack. I’ve studied verbs and nouns, adjectives, adverbs, prepositions, conjunctions, clauses, gerunds, pronouns, relative pronouns, subject pronouns, object pronouns, interjections, slang, and a never ending list of strange grammar points, none of which are consistent, coherent, or logical. Even if the pronunciation weren’t a nightmare, or that all the short vowels weren’t the same, or the silent letters, or all the bizarre idiomatic expressions with prepositions and verbs, or the lack of a true subjunctive, or our inconsistent orthography, or our strange relationship to punctuation, it would still be hard. Don’t even get me started with the helping verb “do” or whatever the word “would” really means because I have no idea. As a bilingual person (I sorta speak a little Spanish–Hablo un pequeño español), I know how hard it is to learn another language that you were not born with. I’ve studied English for years, and it is still a complete mystery to me. Oh sure, I’ve given up trying to make sense of this mess, which is a major load off of my shoulders because trying to understand English is only a little less terrible than trying to learn it as a second language. Perhaps the only thing crazier than English syntax is, well, wait, maybe there is nothing crazier than English syntax. What drives second language learners out of the minds are all of the words that sound to them just about the same, and if that isn’t enough, there are about thirty different brands of English which pronounce all of those similar words just a little bit differently, but not differently enough to be another language, or even another dialect, just differently enough to confuse the hell out of anyone trying to learn English as a second language. And it’s the little words, the in’s and on’s, the about’s and the over’s which can change the meaning of any simple sentence in a radicle way–thinking “over” something is not the same as thinking “about” something. The combinations of verbs and prepositions is almost infinite as are their different meanings. Let’s not even discuss the passive voice in English. Yet English seems to be everywhere and is a requirement for so many kinds of jobs and occupations, so a lot of people have to learn it. Perhaps the hardest thing to learn in English are the idiomatic expressions–short, sweet, and have little or nothing to do with the actual words involved, so knowing the meaning of the words is irrelevant for understanding the meaning of the entire phrase. If you tell someone, “You’re fired,” they should have no actual idea that they are out of a job. What is so maddening, nee, insane about English are all of the small subtleties that contribute to meaning. The pronunciation is impossible, the syntax twisted, the semantics insane, so why would anyone want to learn English? Well, I can think of lots of reasons, but there can only really be one reason that has any value–because they want to. In the meantime, sign up for your English classes–in a college or university, on-line, maybe a pre-packaged course you do on your computer? Sandstone?

On a peak experience

Perhaps some things are meant to be shared, and maybe peak experiences are some of those things, but many peak experiences are experienced in the solitary halls and passageways of the mind. What we have in common are the mundane, humdrum experience of the daily grind–alarm clocks, traffic, grocery stores, ringing cellphones, deadlines at work, crabby clients, upset co-workers, television, the weather, eating fast food, delayed flights, lost baggage, coughing, whatever. You know what kinds of experience crowd your daily calendar, making life a grinding experience where you sweat and worry and do the same thing day in and day out, and you have no peak experiences, you don’t make it to the mountain much less climb it. I am not a literal mountain climber, but I find both the actual experience of mountain climbing and the metaphor of climbing a mountain, leading to peak experiences to be both intriguing and inexplicable. The “peak” experience occurs when you make it to the top, and you are filled with that pleasure of having accomplished something difficult and the pleasure of the sublime view from the top. The literal and the metaphoric mix indiscriminately and endorphins are released into the brain and the pleasure center explodes with joy. We are in a constant fight against the mundane that invades our lives at every turn, turning us into dystopic apocalyptic zombies who have no hope for a better, brighter future than that which is offered by the big box retailers who constantly tempt us by “rolling back prices” or exponentially larger sales via Black Friday frenzy and similarly conjured false experiences which are meant to enhance our consumer experience. What is lacking here is the personal, the individual, the unique which makes each person a person and not just another statistic to be manipulated by cooperate giants who despise the individual and love the mass of sheep who flock to the stores to take advantage of those new lower prices. Peak experiences in life have nothing to do with buying anything. Every person, every individual has the ability to have their own peak experience whenever they want, but going to the store is the antithesis of the peak experience. Only by searching out that which makes us all unique can we explore the passions that will bring about a peak experience. Passion, emotion, creativity, vision, imagination, all of which exist only in the mind have nothing to do with physical objects. It is our objects, frequently, which enslave us in ways that we are only now beginning to understand. Money, gold, silver, trophies, electronics, automobiles, buildings, entrap us, snare us, throw us into prisons of our makings, dragging us further and further from even the possibility of a peak experience. Only by shedding the desire for material possessions can we begin to explore a life which might take us to a higher level of the human experience ruled more by beauty, art, creativity than the mundane daily grind of deadening routine. I think the current with dystopic and apocalyptic literature is a direct reaction to the extremely unsatisfying consumer society which has replaced real experiences (peak experiences) with simulacra such as shopping or digitally mediated communication or perhaps the most horrific simulacrum–shopping for digitally mediated communication, which completely cuts us all off from each other, rendering us helpless to create with another person on any level, cutting us off from all peak experiences of any kind. Shopping is not a peak experience, but for those whose lives have been reduced to buying things off of the shopping channels, life is shopping, shopping is life, and no peak experiences are allowed because nothing experienced through simulacra can be a peak experience. Just ask Mildred Montag.

On a peak experience

Perhaps some things are meant to be shared, and maybe peak experiences are some of those things, but many peak experiences are experienced in the solitary halls and passageways of the mind. What we have in common are the mundane, humdrum experience of the daily grind–alarm clocks, traffic, grocery stores, ringing cellphones, deadlines at work, crabby clients, upset co-workers, television, the weather, eating fast food, delayed flights, lost baggage, coughing, whatever. You know what kinds of experience crowd your daily calendar, making life a grinding experience where you sweat and worry and do the same thing day in and day out, and you have no peak experiences, you don’t make it to the mountain much less climb it. I am not a literal mountain climber, but I find both the actual experience of mountain climbing and the metaphor of climbing a mountain, leading to peak experiences to be both intriguing and inexplicable. The “peak” experience occurs when you make it to the top, and you are filled with that pleasure of having accomplished something difficult and the pleasure of the sublime view from the top. The literal and the metaphoric mix indiscriminately and endorphins are released into the brain and the pleasure center explodes with joy. We are in a constant fight against the mundane that invades our lives at every turn, turning us into dystopic apocalyptic zombies who have no hope for a better, brighter future than that which is offered by the big box retailers who constantly tempt us by “rolling back prices” or exponentially larger sales via Black Friday frenzy and similarly conjured false experiences which are meant to enhance our consumer experience. What is lacking here is the personal, the individual, the unique which makes each person a person and not just another statistic to be manipulated by cooperate giants who despise the individual and love the mass of sheep who flock to the stores to take advantage of those new lower prices. Peak experiences in life have nothing to do with buying anything. Every person, every individual has the ability to have their own peak experience whenever they want, but going to the store is the antithesis of the peak experience. Only by searching out that which makes us all unique can we explore the passions that will bring about a peak experience. Passion, emotion, creativity, vision, imagination, all of which exist only in the mind have nothing to do with physical objects. It is our objects, frequently, which enslave us in ways that we are only now beginning to understand. Money, gold, silver, trophies, electronics, automobiles, buildings, entrap us, snare us, throw us into prisons of our makings, dragging us further and further from even the possibility of a peak experience. Only by shedding the desire for material possessions can we begin to explore a life which might take us to a higher level of the human experience ruled more by beauty, art, creativity than the mundane daily grind of deadening routine. I think the current with dystopic and apocalyptic literature is a direct reaction to the extremely unsatisfying consumer society which has replaced real experiences (peak experiences) with simulacra such as shopping or digitally mediated communication or perhaps the most horrific simulacrum–shopping for digitally mediated communication, which completely cuts us all off from each other, rendering us helpless to create with another person on any level, cutting us off from all peak experiences of any kind. Shopping is not a peak experience, but for those whose lives have been reduced to buying things off of the shopping channels, life is shopping, shopping is life, and no peak experiences are allowed because nothing experienced through simulacra can be a peak experience. Just ask Mildred Montag.