The man who stood at the entrance to my New World was my first English teacher, Ernie Kaeselau. He passed away recently, and though I hadn't seen him in decades, the news of his demise left me unexpectedly bereft.
We are unprepared for a future where writing more often than not consists of quick reports and write-ups, persuasive pitches and creative presentations -- in other words, a world that does not require an introduction, three body paragraphs, and a conclusion.
When your budget approaches the big "O" halfway across the world, everything becomes less peaches and sunshine and more hunger pangs and angry fits. Luckily, you don't need a trunk of Portuguese gold to turn the situation around.
Arguing about proper English usage has been going on for centuries. According to Henry Hitchings in The Language Wars, verbal mistakes -- and disputes -- are legion, from Shakespeare's time to our own.
It was quite a shock to meet three Latinas who weren't fluent, and I let them know many times how weird it seemed to me. I'm embarrassed about it now, but I questioned their Latina identity. Like who made me the arbiter of who is and isn't Latino?
Could a personal-feedback loop help recent immigrants learn English more quickly? Might the idea be applied to concepts like voter registration or proper prenatal care, both of which are issues within the Latino population?
In speaking multiple languages, you could potentially have "multiple personalities" in the sack, exponentially increasing the passion potential in your boudoir as you keep things fresh and exciting in Swedish, German, Spanish, Italian...