After reading this paper, it seems like one of the best possibilities for saving the Irish language would be to abandon the horrible techniques that have been used to teach Irish for decades in Irish schools, and instead recruit native speakers from the Gaeltacht (before they’re all gone), give them some educational and linguistic training, and place them in specialized elementary schools across Ireland where the sole language of teacher-student interaction would be Irish. Or something similar. That is, a language nest program, of the type that’s been used fairly successfully with Māori and Hawai’ian.
If you can’t find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesn’t deserve such majesty anyway.
It has returned to my dash and I cannot fight the compulsion to reblog…
the patrick lobster appears only once in a thousand years, reblog for good luck
Picture postcard of Bishop’s Driv-Inn on Route 66 in Tulsa, Oklahama, probably from the 1940s. Image from Route 66 Mother Road Postcards & More on facebook.
Kids. Teenagers. As someone staring 40 in the face lemme tell you a thing.
You are going to be horrified and embarrassed at some point by the shit you are doing now.
And you are going to wish with all your might you’d done more of it.
You’re gonna wish you had more selfies, more photos, more videos being dumb with your friends. You’re going to wish you’d had your hair even higher or your shoes even sparklier.
Go. Document the shit out of your ridiculous life. Fuck trends but if you wanna be trendy, go all in. Fuck in-groups and subcultures but if one sings to you, do it all. Be exactly as cool or punk rock or goth or fandom or country or hardcore or hip hop or whatever, and don’t let anyone tell you differently.
Just don’t hurt people. That’s the only thing you’ll ever genuinely live to regret.
