I had been hankering for raclette ever since missing my chance to try it in France, so last Thursday I went to eat it in New York. Philippe found me a quirky little place that serves fondue and raclette – but only on winter nights they deem sufficiently cold – out of a dimly lit, speakeasy-like back room. Getting to it felt almost like going through the wardrobe into Narnia. Continue reading
…and I’m exhausted. Looking forward to accomplishing very little aside from a lot of hanging out this weekend.
But before I embrace sloth and hibernation, I need to set down some links, because they burn a hole in my brain when I leave them in my inbox too long without compiling and posting them here. So, a few things for you to read during your weekend lay-about, you lazy slugabed*:
Linguists found a common language root 6,500 years old.
More fascinating exploration of our ancient mother tongue.
Tfw you fail a language quiz that measures how hip you are.
The best city in the world for dating is…
How to say 21 curses in 6 languages (some of them amazingly inventive).
Can Louisiana resuscitate their distinctive French?
Think about this before you snap your next vacation pic.
Don’t get stranded on France’s disappearing road.
How to start your own language meetup (take note, Philippe!)
And if you’re in New York, don’t miss the Rendezvous with French Cinema.
*(Isn’t that a brilliant word? I just learned it.)
Because the average temperature in the Hispanophone world is 70.5 degrees Fahrenheit.
The average temperature in the United States is 52.9, and the average temperature of this winter in New York is cold-as-fuck.
With God as my witness: I WILL LEARN SPANISH AND MOVE TO WARMER CLIMES.
talk foreign to me 