Friday, August 26, 2022

A boring day for now.

 I got 15 things listed last night and practiced at least an hour on the flute. I'm still catching up to where I was in the Trevor Wye book, I know because I'm on the page facing the page with an illustration of the caveman using a bone for a flute. I know in the past I was at least to the page with the American Indian swinging a "bull roarer". It's a good thing there are these illustrations in the book or we students would never know where we are. 

I got up in time to pack some things, and enough of them that I won't have to make any trips to FedEx this weekend. And since I had $7  on me, on the way back from FedEx treated myself to two pieces of chicken from the "Krispy" chicken place. 

I ate while listening (I didn't have a choice) to a Mexican guy (in California, all Hispanics are Mexicans) talking with family? Girlfriend? Girlfriend with family including dog? in Spanish in his phone. I thought about how, the way the caste system works here, if I learned Spanish I'd actually lower my social standing. 

In Hawaii, everyone kind of agreed on a language, "Pidgin", that people of all nationalities spoke, with the exception of the very upper crust and even they often knew it and could speak it also. So pretty much everyone could talk with everyone in a common language. But here on the mainland, the majority language is English and then there's the language of the lower end of the workers, Spanish. The people getting through their day in Spanish are a minority, maybe 20% or 30% of the overall population. They are a lower caste, that can be ignored, talked down to, ordered about, etc. 

At least in the Hawaii I grew up in, everyone could "talk da kine" and while the heaviest pidgin might be unintelligible to a mainlander, I could understand it fine. 

I picked up a few things from the bountiful dumpster and a couple of peppers from the veggie dumpster and got back in here. Things are just how I like them, nice and boring. Nice, boring days are going to be dearly remembered as we get deeper into the Apocalypse.

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