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Die Kinder haben eine Biene.

Ich bin ein Bär.

Das ist ein Fisch!

So, I’ve decided to try and teach myself German using Duolingo.  I learned about Duolingo awhile ago via a TED talk given by Luis von Ahn.  I really liked the idea in which you end up translating the web via crowdsourcing.  And it seemed the logical next step from using CAPTCHAs to figure out weird, mutated words when digitizing text.

But what I really like about Duolingo is that there is the somewhat arbitrary leveling up in the language you’re learning.  I am now a level 6 German.  I am also a level 6 French because I haven’t not used my French since high school.  It’s probably pretty good that I am a level 6 French.

Leveling up really amuses me because I like to think of my life within the context of a game, RPG or otherwise.  I like to think that when I reach a certain level, I just magically know more vocabulary or grammar or semantics or whatever.  Never mind that I had actually been drilling in those subjects prior to leveling up.  No, no.  It’s like magic.  It’s just downloaded to my brain when I level.

But an added bonus to using Duolingo has been the absolutely ridiculous sentences that it sometimes has you translate.  Like, “the children have a bee.”  Um…ok.  Most children I know don’t like bees.  I may be the only person I know who likes bees, and I definitely didn’t like bees as a child.

How about, “I am a bear.”  But…I am not.  Really, I should be translating things like “Ich bin ein Elch.”  That would make more sense.

And my favorite, possibly because it was the first ridiculous sentence I came across, “That is a fish!”  I have decided that I will declare this sentence, in whatever language I please at the time of speaking, when I am asked just a ridiculous stupid or obvious question.  Just that.  Nothing else.  I will probably ignore the person after I answer his/her stupid question with “that is a fish!”

DAS IST EIN FISCH!

Or maybe…

C’est un poisson!

Or even…

這是一條魚!

I need to learn more languages…

I’m late.  I know.  I’m sorry.  There were…things…that needed to be figured out.

Tuesday, early morning:

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In case you’re wondering, that jagged hole is about 3/4″ long. Not. Patchable.

I was on my way to work on Tuesday and because I left later than I wanted, I had to detour from my normal (shortest) route because of traffic.  I was on the 60WB and mere miles from the 605 when I heard quite a bit of commotion on the right side of my car.  I know I had run over something and that something sounded heavy, but I didn’t immediately feel anything different and I didn’t see anything in the rear view mirror, so I opted to continue driving for awhile to see what would happen.

Well, my car started feeling sluggish on the right side.  I don’t know any other way to describe it.  It felt sluggish.  And only on one side.  And I felt something similar before…when I have a tire doing its best to deflate itself.  And sure enough, a few seconds later my low tire pressure light comes on.

I was able to pull off the freeway and into a very accommodating Jack in the Box and listened to my tire hiss alarmingly for awhile.  Then I proceeded to change my tire.

I did not appreciate the stares I got from people walking into the restaurant.  I also did not appreciate that they stared and didn’t offer to help.  Not that I needed help.  I mean, I was even dressed for the job of changing a tire.  Yes, I was going to work but I often work in manufacturing facilities.  That means jeans are perfectly acceptable and I almost always wear steel toed boots.  I kind of wish that I put a pair of work gloves in the trunk like I’ve been meaning to since I collected Puddul from the dealership, but whatever.  Washing your hands isn’t that big of a deal.

Anyway, I got the tire changed, which I apparently can do in less than 10 min now, I am so practiced, and took a look at the flat tire.  It had a very large, jagged hole in it.  It was obviously not salvageable.  It made me very sad.  Because this was the third tire I’ve had to replace.  Actually, third and fourth, because my tires were at about half their lifespan and I couldn’t just change the one without messing up my alignment.

Sugh.

At least I didn’t have to order the tires this time.  My dealership had them in stock.  For once.  (Also, yes I took my car to the dealership for a mere tire change because I really prefer only Subaru touching my alignment from past experiences with other cars.)