English Pronunciation

Katia Millar posted a link to this article on facebook and I just had to try it out but it wouldn’t be any fun if there were no witnesses.

Listen to Reggy reading “English Pronunciation” by G. Nolst Trenité

Just in case you’d rather read the words off my blog, here you are:

Dearest creature in creation,
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.
Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,
Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it’s written.)
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as plaque and ague.
But be careful how you speak:
Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;
Cloven, oven, how and low,
Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.
Hear me say, devoid of trickery,
Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,
Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,
Exiles, similes, and reviles;
Scholar, vicar, and cigar,
Solar, mica, war and far;
One, anemone, Balmoral,
Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;
Gertrude, German, wind and mind,
Scene, Melpomene, mankind.
Billet does not rhyme with ballet,
Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.
Blood and flood are not like food,
Nor is mould like should and would.
Viscous, viscount, load and broad,
Toward, to forward, to reward.
And your pronunciation’s OK
When you correctly say croquet,
Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve,
Friend and fiend, alive and live.
Ivy, privy, famous; clamour
And enamour rhyme with hammer.
River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,
Doll and roll and some and home.
Stranger does not rhyme with anger,
Neither does devour with clangour.
Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,
Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,
Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger,
And then singer, ginger, linger,
Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge,
Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.
Query does not rhyme with very,
Nor does fury sound like bury.
Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth.
Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.
Though the differences seem little,
We say actual but victual.
Refer does not rhyme with deafer.
Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer.
Mint, pint, senate and sedate;
Dull, bull, and George ate late.
Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,
Science, conscience, scientific.
Liberty, library, heave and heaven,
Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.
We say hallowed, but allowed,
People, leopard, towed, but vowed.
Mark the differences, moreover,
Between mover, cover, clover;
Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,
Chalice, but police and lice;
Camel, constable, unstable,
Principle, disciple, label.
Petal, panel, and canal,
Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal.
Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair,
Senator, spectator, mayor.
Tour, but our and succour, four.
Gas, alas, and Arkansas.
Sea, idea, Korea, area,
Psalm, Maria, but malaria.
Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.
Compare alien with Italian,
Dandelion and battalion.
Sally with ally, yea, ye,
Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.
Say aver, but ever, fever,
Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.
Heron, granary, canary.
Crevice and device and aerie.
Face, but preface, not efface.
Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass.
Large, but target, gin, give, verging,
Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging.
Ear, but earn and wear and tear
Do not rhyme with here but ere.
Seven is right, but so is even,
Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen,
Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,
Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.
Pronunciation (think of Psyche!)
Is a paling stout and spikey?
Won’t it make you lose your wits,
Writing groats and saying grits?
It’s a dark abyss or tunnel:
Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,
Islington and Isle of Wight,
Housewife, verdict and indict.
Finally, which rhymes with enough,
Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough?
Hiccough has the sound of cup.
My advice is to give up!!!

– written by G. Nolst Trenité

I made a lot of mistakes along the way but this was a lot of fun to record. I’m sure I could’ve cheated and tried again but I already got to cheat twice because people called in the middle of my first two tries.

Also, just in case you’re wondering: I was listening to Graydon James & The Young Novelists and that’s who you can hear in the background. The fan sound is from the kitchen exhaust.

If you happened to do the same and you’ve recorded yourself reading this out loud, please leave a link in the comments so I can follow along!

For the love of pictures: 500px

I have been a flickr pro-member for six years and never thought I would ever talk about another photography site. However, when I found out that 500px was born right here in Toronto it was pretty easy to jump ship. I still love flickr but I’m going to rooting for 500 px just that much harder.

Things I like about 500 px? The sleek design; the square, 230x230px thumbnails; the fluidity of the site; the fact that the photos that are featured on there seem to be everyone’s best work – something that I think flickr has let slide over the years. It’s understandable of course; for some flickr is *the* way they share photos1 but it does mean that when you’re searching for a sexy photo of something for a blog post you end up having to sift through a lot more photos that would be better for a cute family scrapbook.

I haven’t fiddled around with the site that much but it has certainly revived my passion for taking pictures. I’m not a photographer by any means, I just enjoy taking pictures; they’re a little easier to handle when you have a small apartment that you can’t fit an easel into2. Now if only I could afford a new camera… my 6MP camera has served me well but perhaps it’s time for an upgrade?

If you haven’t heard of 500 px yet3, you must check them out! :) 4

Footnotes:
  1. when you know, they refuse to get a facebook account[]
  2. yet, it’ll happen[]
  3. you probably have[]
  4. oh and this isn’t a paid message; so just go over there already – if you like photography![]

Thought stream

With my current, ever-growing involvement in the Twitterverse, I’ve been finding it difficult to finish a blog post. Part of this is due to the fact that I’m still observing things and getting a feel for it before I form my opinions. First impressions are that this is a great addition to my life but I do see some hurdles. Another reason is because some of the stuff I want to talk about are things that I am not sure I really want out there.

Part of it has to do with sex; people get the wrong impression when a girl starts talking about sex, especially when it involves revealing how much said person enjoys said act. But that’s only part of the story, and only part of the reason why I am reluctant to write about it. Another part of the reason involves a person who is still a puzzle to me. Albeit, a puzzle that I am more than happy to leave alone without having ever figuring him out. But talking about him on this blog and in detail could do one or both of the following: It could1 give his already enormous ego a boost and/or it could make him upset that I’m writing about his personal life2 on such a public medium.

I know the3 rules, especially when it comes to personal blogging – I shouldn’t care about all this but the fact is that I do and it is a deterrent, and at the very least it’s going to take a while to be able to write about it. At least the want is there. In the mean time, I’m trying to think of something else to talk about but apart from this heart’s4 adventures there really isn’t much else I’d be passionate about writing about.

So I’m going to open it up and let you ask me anything – you don’t have to do it in the comments, you can ask me on twitter but I will answer in a blog post.

What do you want to know?

Footnotes:
  1. would[]
  2. even though it involves me[]
  3. blogging[]
  4. mis[]

Flickr Friday: Discover

If there’s one thing I love about travelling, it’s discovering the little places. This photo from my last trip to New York City is one of my favourite… I loved daBhang Cafe; we went there after a get together at someone’s house mostly just for a change of scene1. There wasn’t anything that special about the place, but it’s still one of my favourite memories from that trip.

Later this afternoon, I’ll be leaving for St. Louis, MO for a wedding. A close friend of his is marrying the love of his life, and I’m pretty excited about it. I’m only going for two nights and will be leaving very early Sunday morning but I’m hoping I’ll get to meet another blogger friend, Mike of Celtophilia, while I’m there – it’ll be the icing on the cake for sure!

I wish I had more time there since it looks like quite a big city… but I’m confident I’ll find at least one little treasure while I’m there.

What do you like most about travelling?

Footnotes:
  1. and probably some food as well[]

Flickr Friday: Unfamiliar

I have been making a lot of changes in my life: I moved out of my parents house, I changed jobs, I forced myself to keep in touch with more people and be more social; I changed my diet and lost a bit of weight; I picked up an exercise-type activity… and I’m not sure that I’m done changing.

I chose this photo because during the March 2009 edition of 26 Things for the word: unfamiliar. At the time, taking the subway was not a normal thing for me. It was foreign. These days, it’s how I get around. I miss driving, but I enjoy walking around and living close enough to things that I can walk to and from places. In heels.

I used to hate taking the subway to school when I was living in Scarborough because it was crowded, smelly and I had a huge ass backpack that I wasn’t allowed to keep on my back1. But these days… it’s one of the things I’m truly grateful for. I only wonder what unfamiliar thing I will come to love in days to come.

It helps to think of things like this when you feel like you’re not sure about things. And it reminds you that maybe… just maybe it’s ok to take risks sometimes. Now, I know… I know what you’re thinking. “Risks? WTF? You stopped driving2 and started taking the subway – what freakin’ risks were you taking?”

I’m talking about moving out of the safety of my parents’ home, where they were there to save me from myself at a moments notice. I’ve always felt independent but it’s not the same until you actually live on your own and have to fend for yourself. I still don’t consider myself that independent because I still get a lot of handouts from my3 mother who can’t resist but buy me some food when she goes grocery shopping4. And to that end, I guess I’ll never be truly independent because she’ll always be my Mum and she’ll always be who she is.

But anyway… I’m getting off track. I’m living a different life than I have for the last 27 and I’m happy for it. All I want to know is,

Is there something in your life that you can’t live without, but you never thought you’d be so glad to have?

Footnotes:
  1. where it was most comfortable[]
  2. had to, I couldn’t keep the car that belonged to my Dad[]
  3. very Filipina[]
  4. she doesn’t buy everything but even one onion is help in my eyes and so it doesn’t count[]
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