In my L1-acquisition class two weeks ago, our professor talked about how only 9% of the speech a baby hears is single words. Everything else is phrases and sentences, onslaughts of words and meaning!
Thus, a baby not only has to learn words and their meanings but also learn to segment lots of sounds INTO words. Doyouwantalittlemoresoupyesyoudoyoucutie. Damn.
When she talked about HOW babies learn to segment words our professor said, and I love it, "babies are little statisticians" because when listening to all the sounds, they start understanding what sound is likely to come after another vs which is not.
After discussing lots of experiments done with babies, our professor added something that I already knew somewhere in my brain but didn't know I know: All this knowledge is helpful when learning an L2 as well:
Listen to natives speaking their language. Original speed. Whatever speaker. Whatever topic.
It is NOT about understanding meaning. It is about learning the rhythm of the language, getting a feeling for its sound, the combination of sounds, the melody and the pronunciation.
Just how babies have to learn to identify single words within waves of sounds, so do adults learning a language. It will help immensely with later (more intentional) listening because you're already used to the sound, can already get into the groove of the languge.
Be as brave as a baby.
You don't even have to pay special attention. Just bathe in the sound of your target language. You'll soak it up without even noticing.
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I remember seeing a fanart on Twitter of Mahiru and Shidou jumping Kazui after they found out his crime. Can you do a fic of them beating his ass after finding out his crime
RIP Kazui sdfasdf -- thank you for the request pal!! (I assume you mean the cheating theory and not homophobic 06 09 LMAO) Mikoto is always down to stir things up, though it took a while to picture what Mahiru would be driven to. In the name of love I think she'd become a force to be reckoned with 👏👏👏 I hope you enjoy >:3
Some occupants of Milgram are excellent at lying. They hide a great many things, and pull a great many poker faces. Other occupants are the very worst at it. They wear their heart on their sleeve, for better or worse. Kazui was one of the excellent ones. Mahiru was not.
When Muu asked if he understood any of the celebrity news they were discussing at dinner, he convinced her that he knew everyone they’d mentioned with a grin. When Mahiru told Fuuta his hair looked “perfectly stylish” after he tried cutting it himself, she got a much rougher reception as he saw right through her.
When Es declared Kazui forgiven “despite his infidelity,” he had maintained the perfect expression to hide the fact that they were a bit off. When Mahiru waved her fingers and told Kazui nothing was wrong, he could plainly see there was bitterness underneath her words.
He couldn't fathom what he'd done to upset her – they'd had pleasant conversations during meals, and played games in the common area. The pair never spoke about it, though; there was no need to make her any more angry. Kazui had nearly forgotten about it by the time Es disappeared.
Mikoto proved a slightly better liar, but Kazui caught some odd expressions from him as well. They were smoking in silence together when there was a knock at the door. He answered with his cigarette still resting between his teeth. He was surprised to find Mahiru glaring up at him.
She drew herself up, appearing taller and more intimidating than usual. There was a fire in her eyes he hadn’t experienced before. “In the name of true love –!” she cried. She squeezed her eyes shut and wound her arm back. Kazui looked at her quizzically. It wasn’t as if she was going to slap anyone.
She slapped him. Hard.
The force knocked the cigarette from his lips and sent him coughing on the smoke. Suddenly Mikoto was behind him, holding his arms in place.
“Woo! He’s all yours, Mappi!”
Seeing the sudden turn of events, Shidou leapt in to help. He tried to wrench Kazui away by his right arm, but Mikoto held fast to his left. He didn't particularly enjoy being the subject of their tug-of-rope. His legs stumbled between them, falling a bit to one knee. He was left sputtering for breath, pinned between them and facing a fierce Mahiru. He didn't know when she and Mikoto planned all this, and his mind was spinning too fast to think too hard on it.
Kazui looked frantically to her, but her rage was rapidly dulling. She slowly returned to looking exactly 154 cm short. Her mouth twisted into a wobbly frown. “W-what do I do?”
“Eh? You said you wanted to teach him a lesson! Let's go, throw some punches! A few kicks!”
She covered his face with her hands. “I've never hit anyone before!”
“But, you just did?” Mikoto adjusted his hold.
“Not like that!”
Shidou bristled. “Why is she hitting anyone?”
Reminded of her reasons, Mahiru uncovered her face. “Kazui Mukuhara – this is what you get! This is what you get for being a dirty, rotten, cheater!” She tried again, bringing her arm back. The movement seemed to pain her more than anything.
He was met with another stinging slap, despite Shidou’s protests. Kazui gasped for air, finally catching his breath now that the smoke had cleared from his lungs. His hair had fallen in front of his eyes.
“We know what you did,” Mahiru said. “Oh, we know everything.”
Mikoto made a sound of agreement from behind. “It’s pretty fucked up, comforting Shidou about loosing his wife like that, while you’re a cheater yourself.”
Kazui opened his mouth, but Mahiru interrupted.
“I don’t want to hear any excuses! Es may have forgiven you, but in the name of true love, I’m going to punish you all the same!”
Although Mikoto was stronger than Kazui had given him credit for, he didn't have the muscle to completely hold him. Kazui pulled himself from the grip, grabbing Mahiru’s wrist as she swung for him again. Shidou took a step back, as the situation fell under control.
Kazui smiled gently. “You don’t need to punish anybody. Es didn’t get the full story.” He released her.
“Oh yeah?” came her incredulous reply. She lifted her fists as if preparing for a brawl, but she had one of the worst forms he'd ever seen. She bounced on the balls of her feet, brandishing her fists. She looked like she was going to start crying.
“Mahiru, I didn’t cheat on my wife.”
“Oh thank god.” She dropped her fists.
Mikoto raised an eyebrow, either from the turn of events, or he was annoyed at how effortlessly Kazui had escaped him. “There was no other woman?”
He let out a deep laugh. “Not at all.”
“Oh, I just knew it!” Mahiru leapt forward to hug him.
“If you knew it, why did you slap me…?”
“I’m sorry! I hope it didn’t hurt! Oh, and I was going to try and hit you again… I’m so sorry!”
She pulled back from the embrace, looking to him with horror. He continued with his warm expression.
“No, no. I was just surprised. I wasn’t afraid of another hit.”
She turned to Mikoto and Shidou to express her excitement, and Kazui reached up to rub his burning cheek. His eyes flicked to Mahiru with uncertainty. He was, after all, an excellent liar.
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I finished reading Evicted, and it made me think a lot about the concept of landlords and work. The argument from landlords that their job is property maintenance, vs. the claim that maintaining a property you own isn't a job at all.
Both of the landlords that feature prominently in the book manage their own properties. The author describes one that traveled around on the first of the month to collect rents from tenants, how she kept accounts, how frequently she had to appear in eviction court. How her husband quit his job to manage properties for her and spent his time renovating units, finding people who would work for cheap, and getting them ready for move-in. This encompassed their whole lives, and probably would not have left time for wage labor, even if it was something either one of them were inclined to do.
And they did have bills, taxes and fees they had to pay the city. The author describes a bill for over $11K one time, for $20K another time that almost cleared out the landlord's account before the first of the month rolled around and gave her more money. If they let the rent slide, they would be in the red.
The author also described how this landlord shirked on maintenance, how she rented units that were definitely not up to code to desperate people, how she evicted a woman who asked to have a broken window fixed because the woman's mother called the inspector. By doing as little as possible to maintain units and charging as much as possible, this landlord and her husband were able to make a killing off of poor, desperate people. They had a second house in Florida and took vacations to Jamaica while their tenants lived in apartments full of bugs and without appliances and with sinks and tubs that wouldn't drain. A young woman living in one of these units had never seen Lake Michigan, despite living 30 minutes away by bus.
I think the landlord and her husband would claim that they put a lot of work into their properties, that it's a job, and honestly, I think they're right, and I don't think that matters. What matters is the kind of work they chose. Before the landlord became a landlord, she was a teacher. One of her tenants was a former student. She decided to leave this work and become a landlord instead, a lifestyle that allowed her to keep a nice home she never had to worry about losing, with a fridge full of take-out bags in a kitchen she and her husband were almost never home to actually cook in. It allowed her to pay for vacations and second homes and stay at the casino until 4am.
It required putting her boot on other people's necks. Because if she lifted it even a little, if she let someone breathe, those bills in the tens of thousands would come for her, and she wouldn't be able to pay. But she chose that, she put herself there. She made the choice of the property owner, the choice of the capitalist, who may spend long hours managing a workforce or a business, but ultimately lives better by taking from others.
The work landlords choose is the work of exploitation, which makes them the enemy of the working class and the renting class in the same manner as capitalists. I find that a better and more important distinction than how we should categorize the nature of their 'work'.
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okay i am making a wishlist of ideal mikey threads for Reasons
-i already mentioned this one recently, but members in toman learning about the things mikey's been hiding. generally cracking him open like a walnut, etc. preferably with lots of emotional vulnerability from mikey's side
- similarly to the above, threads set in the final arc timeline with members of toman. like that specific time period where mikey's trying to make everyone hate him, and they don't know wtf he's doing. nice.
- something related to mikey's frustrations with his lack of agency & feeling useless/a burden due to the dark impulses and being unable to help his friends??this would work well with a takemichi who he could openly discuss things with, but i'd be interested to see how it could work with other characters too. i don't have ideas for that yet unfortunately tho
okay i don't know why tumblr suddenly insisted on adding bullet points but. sanzu and mikey threads!! especially where sanzu knows exactly what's going on with mikey but mikey himself doesn't. i love that shit.
the problem with a lot of these is that they require specific characters to work, so i also want to think of ideas that aren't centered on toman. maybe something with post-canon mikey using his knowledge from the future to understand someone in a way they wouldn't expect?? or maybe... him being forced to go to someone for help with something?? idk. i'll update this post with more non-toman threads in a bit, i think...
but if anyone is interested in plotting any of these ideas out with me, please like this post and i will shimmy into your dms like. so fast. aksfhjdnfkjd >:)
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