I was reading Ecclesiastes 3 last night and the tune to the popular song came into my head. I could not help, as hard as I tried, reading the passage without humming. I started laughing then. Great. I don't feel like I was committing some heinous sin, but I was just amazed at how little control I had over my thoughts. It was a gentle reminder how easily culture and media can be internalized.
Speaking of internalizing media - whenever I read a book, especially a period book, I begin to talk and think in the dialect or style the book is written. For example, I'm reading a book about the deep south in the early 1900's. If I'm reading and the phone rings, I have to remind myself to answer the phone in a normal voice instead and not use the southern accent I'm sure I've perfected, in my own head. And I have to keep supressing my urge to use the words, "I reckon" and "yes'm." I'm pretty sure Drew was ready for me to finish my Jack Kerouac phase so I would stop talking like a beat poet or the European books that bring out my finest English accent.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Influences
Posted by The Terrell Family at 7:51 AM
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2 comments:
I love your acrobats, that's hilarious. I know what you mean about the accents. I had to talk to a lady in North Carolina the other day and still have to stop myself from acting as if I'm also from the "Carolinas" and calling people "honey."
That sounds like something I would do. I think we have the same couch. And lastly, I LOVE the chocolate face pics of Lucas!
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