About only half of the day has passed and I’m already semi-drunk on coquito I brought from home. With that disclaimer in hand, I’m going to talk about a few things on my mind.
First of all, I’ve seriously gotten into Franz Ferdinand lately. I’m even listening to it now. The song currently playing on my computer, This fire, is devoid of any meaningful lyrics, but it’s fucking catchy as hell. It’s a good song to get you pumped up for a night out on the town. The other song I like a lot is Auf Achse. The lyrics remind me of what I’d posted before about Abel Sánchez, the novel by Unamuno. The lyrics probably describe best what Joaquín was thinking when he realized he would never be able to get with Helena. There are other passages I want to post about, but I’ll have to do that some other day.
Carla was just here. She helped me with finishing the bottle of coquito. Carla, if you read this any time soon, I just want to say you shouldn’t give up on your blog. You just started this week. It takes a little getting used to when trying to find the time to write, and some stuff may seem like shit when you post it, but that doesn’t mean anything. Just write about ANYTHING. I don’t have any grand illusions that what I post here is good. My posts are probably shit for the majority of the blog reading world. But I write ’cause it entertains me. And if it entertains someone else, that’s good. If not, hell, they can go read something else on the internet.
On to the next topic.
English. Seriously, I don’t like this language much. It’s a bitch to be specific in, most morphology has disappeared in it, tenses are conjugated almost the same, as opposed to Spanish and Italian which have distinct forms for person and number.
Now that I’m started on languages, I’d like to talk a little bit about Spanish. I don’t have any complaints against the actual language, only against the organization that tries to control it, La Real Academia Española. It’s not a specific complaint what I have. I just want them to release the iron grip they have on the language. Lately they’ve loosened that grip by accepting a lot of really bad sounding anglicisms into the language, but I’d like to see more. I’m now going to exercise my mental power in making a hypothetical situation here. The component needed for my hypothetical to get started is, well, extreme national pride.
The reclaiming of an ancestral language is a great way to assert the individuality of a nation or ethnic group. Obviously this situation would be slightly different. Instead of being a reclaiming of an ancestral language, it would be a reclaiming of the current language from outside control. Nationalists would make the claim that an outside organization shouldn’t have control of the language they speak. In turn, they would advocate for the immediate pullout from La Real Academia. This would be followed by the establishment of a Language Academy by the linguists and philologists among the ranks of the nationalists.
This is all extremely wishful thinking. Right now Spanish is the second most commonly learned second language in the world, after English. We hold great linguistic power, so to give that up would seem like a bad strategy, very counterintuitive. And it is. I make no assumption as to actually have a good reason to have this splintering of Latin American Spanish dialects into languages of their own. The only reason I have is my own fancy and wishful thinking. I would like to see this happen because I think it would be very interesting to watch.
Of course, this presents a paradox in my thinking. I’m strongly against any sort of strong nationalistic feelings because I see them as irrational. Would I be consistent in supporting nationalistic feelings if they could be used as means to my goals? Right now I can’t find any good reason to do something like that, so I guess I’m going to have to think more about that.
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