So I was just recalling my childhood. Now I’m not talking about 5-10 years ago…im talking more like 12 years ago. One distinct thing I remember was how I was taught the different colours in art. It involved a lot of poetry:
Yellow, yellow, dirty fellow.White, white, ready to fight.Black, black, cut some slack.et cetera.
If its lame, it’ll work. This is lame, this worked. I find myself reciting this many a times when I forget what a colour’s name is…whats the colour again? its kinda like blue but not really…I think it starts with a R…no wait, im thinking of something else…anyways.
I also remember a very, very Indianized version of the alphabet nursey rhyme:
A, B, C, D, E, F, G…….H, I, J, K, LMNOP……..LMNOP, Q, R, S, T…….U, V, W…X, Y, Z…….X, Y, Z…sugar on the bread……If you don’t like it…go to bed…..
Weird huh…the last verse also emphasizes the starvation of little children/the illiterate, who may be reciting that. Go to bed if you don’t like sugar on your bread -go sleep without having dinner. Since we’re already on the topic, i’d like to take this opportunity and ask a simple question -> does alphabet soup have the same effect on the illiterate as it does on kids? anyways…
Since I just realized that I’m going no where with this blog, I’m going to finish off in a good note. Kids, always eat alphabet soup. Also, learn to like sugar on bread. It actually tastes pretty good.
Medical Term of the Moment: medterms.comAnaptic: Suffering from an impaired sense of touch, (a state called anaphia) or tactile anesthesia.
Billy: You see that guy around the corner? I think he’s anaptic.Bobby: Maybe thats why it didn’t hurt you huh? because you can’t feel his punches.Billy: It actually hurts a little bit…I need to see a doctor.
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