Everything I learned about writing, I learned in 10th grade French class.
Hello! I am called Alice. What are you called? Here it is hot. It is very hot. It is not cold. There is no snow. It is very very humid. I like sandwiches!
I have a dog. My dog is named Charlie. I also have a cat. She is Izzy. Charlie and Izzy are not friends. Charlie is very afraid of Izzy. Charlie runs from the cat. Izzy likes to hit Charlie. Izzy has sharp claws. Izzy has small sharp teeth. Bad Izzy! Poor Charlie! Izzy has a bathroom in a box. It does not smell good. I clean her box bathroom. Would you like to go to the library?
At the library there are books.
Charlie wants to go outside. I go outside with Charlie. It is too hot. Charlie does not feel well in the stomach. Here is some water for you! Charlie does not drink the water. No, Charlie lies in the sun. Dogs are not smart. Shucks!
I am eating melon. I eat the kind of melon that begins with water. In hot weather, this melon is very good. Charlie, you cannot eat it! If you eat it, then you will sick on the lawn! It is refreshing.
I sit here outside. There are bees. I am afraid! The bee goes away. Celebration! I am also fatigued. Tomorrow it will rain. I hope. I would like to go to the beach, or perhaps the cinema. I like where it is not so hot. Have you seen my friend Jean-Pierre? I am waiting for him.
P.S. I want to tell you about a new writing. This writing is in the other place, called Wonderland. I forget to tell you! But here it is. Now we eat french fries and dance at the disco!










June 2, 2007
Reader Comments (51)
My birthday is in December. Ach! Jann also has a December birthday. When is your birthday?
Happy thoughts to you. Your writing is pretty. Very pretty.
(Seriously, though, long time lurker here laughing myself silly) Thank you!
Ecoutez, et repetez!Ecoutez, et ecrivez!
Tenth grade French for me = good old Madame Gould and a cute boy called "Antoine". Did you go by pretend French names in class too?
Thanks for that bitchin' trip down memory lane.
You're writing reminds me of those damnable Babar books that my progeny demand I read to them.
What excitement! They are all tucked into bed and ready for their Papa to read to them. But Horrors! It is a Babar book the little rascals want him to read! He holds his head in anguish, but he loves them so he reads the book. What joy!
C'est chouette, non?
(now, if only I played guitar)
When I moved to France, I spoke like that. One of the first times I went to my in-laws' house, I said, "Oh! This is a nice meal. I love the breasts of chickens." Sounds ok in English, but in French, I might as well have been saying that I love sucking on big chicken boobies. I also said something about there being "preservatifs" in food. "Preservatifs" = condoms.
Si jamais tu te trouves à Montréal, je t'inviterai pour la poutine et une biere... ou de la tarte et des cupcakes. Ton choix. Bises.
And I CAN say "please let them to purchase for me the... the... lettuce... no, wait, wait... peppers... hang on... EGGPLANT! I dislike eggplant very, no, wait, hang on... eh... I like the eggplant dish very much!"
*sigh* Never do I feel so incompetent.
She always spoke of the discotheque and I always wished we could have a discotheque here. I still dream.
you sure you didn't gank that one from the new yorker?
The student is asleep. The head of the student is on the books of the student. The books of the student are on the desk of the student.
Out of curiosity (and to sound super smart at parties) - how does "Shucks" translate into French? And when you say it, do you give a sad little shrug?
I bet he'll eat HAM! Have you tried HAM?