Aurey it´s me. Is it too late?
No, Lily, and even if it were, you must have a reason to be calling me at this time!
I do, I do. Aurey I´m so excited! I just figured that one great way to get Jeannie to become communicative and to understand language is to take advantage of her great ear, her aural response, her aural sensitivity... and just like with everything else, breaking the process down like the analysis of a symphony is perfect for both of us. I get to learn how she learns, she gets to learn to link the music of the discourse with certain emotional responses, and we both learn to communicate.
I just incorporate this little pill into her everyday activities: I break dialogue into its basic motifs and the emotions they can be linked to. Then I take away the words and let it be a melodic discourse, with actual small musical motifs. And I either entertain her with that for long stretches, she loves it, or I throw her one every now and then, and she just lights up! Aurey! And there´s quick progress because she´s got this supersensitive delicate musical ear!
Well I´ll be damned, Lily. You don´t cease to surprise me. Jesus.
Thanks for your patience, Aurey.
What are you talking about? I´m happy for all of us! Great work! I´m coming over.
Sigh and silent smile.
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2012/05/03
2012/05/01
The Great Bottomless
General Perkins was known to believe in the power of willpower. A dimension of unknown dimensions, it never ceased to fascinate him how, throughout the history of mankind, the sole power of human will, repeatedly meeting the most impossible challenges, repeatedly left those who witnessed it in awe.
"It has no limits. It is The Great Bottomless. And boy do I love all limitless things, even the most terrifying ones. Eh, Gruubs?"
"I see, Sir. Well, me too," mumbled Gruubs, whose eyes were following an ant's impossible pilgrimage up the windowsill, with a chunk of today´s parmesan on its back.
"It has no limits. It is The Great Bottomless. And boy do I love all limitless things, even the most terrifying ones. Eh, Gruubs?"
"I see, Sir. Well, me too," mumbled Gruubs, whose eyes were following an ant's impossible pilgrimage up the windowsill, with a chunk of today´s parmesan on its back.
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