So I was walking home one night after work, down Center Street where a number of bars and restaurants are located, when I passed by eight or nine people speaking Italian. They were quite loud and fairly drunk and nearly obnoxious and exactly what downtown Rutland needs at night (i.e., life). As I passed by however, without thinking, I murmured "Scusi" and kept walking. My question is:
Do I subconsciously know Italian, and if so, does it only present itself in situations where I am around the language and try not to think about knowing said language, and if so, how awesome is that?
And now, further slightly racist photos.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
December First-ness And I-talians
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Your parents' kitten is very cute, even though he has a stupid name.
I might be going to grad school in Vermont, if I get in. How about that? What a small state for so much talent to live in; I know.
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