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28 March, 2008

Roots

Just so we're clear: I'm one of those pathetic Americans who speaks a few words of español, a smattering more français, and for seasoning can add a greeting or two in Japanese, German, Russian, and sundry other languages. But I'm sadly unilingual.

So why all the Spanish? Why not just celebrate my native tongue, unadulterated by others?

Well, there's reasons. For one, English isn't English so much as a hodge-podge of assorted borrowed, begged, pilfered, filched, and impounded words from a great many languages. I've never tried this experiment, but I'd be very interested to see what would happen if you reduced the dictionary to pure English-origin words. We'd have, what, about a handful left? So I'm just carrying on the grand English tradition of appropriating whatever catches my fancy at the time.

Then there's the fact I grew up in the Southwest. Rather hard to avoid appending a word or two of Spanish down there. "¿Cómo estás?" becomes just as habitual as "how're you?" Your horizons expand beyond "enchilada" and "taco" by default.

So it's funny that I used to hate Spanish. Or maybe not. Familiarity breeds contempt and all that. I took French in high school instead. Je parle un petit pous français, très mal, and now I wish I'd taken Spanish, because I've fallen in love with it. And now that I'm without it, I suffer.

I love the Northwest, I truly do, but a part of me will always miss the Desert Southwest. I miss the border culture, where Mexican and American intermingle so much that it becomes hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. There's a latino community up here, true, but it's not yet so pervasive. If I try to tell the joke about why the Chevy Nova didn't sell in Mexico, I have to explain it. I can't just say, "Because it's a no va!" and get a gale of laughter. No, I have to murder the punchline by adding, after the blank pause, "no va is Spanish for 'doesn't go'".

I miss Cinco de Mayo and Mexican flags and restaurants where all you hear is rapid-fire Spanish.

I miss being so close to Puerto Peñasco, where Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers throw Circus Mexicus twice a year.

And these are the reasons this blog will have such a heaping helping of Spanish words and phrases. Just in case you were wondering. Look, I provided you with a link to Babelfish if it gets too much. And hey, maybe this would be a good time to think about your roots, too. What's in your history that you celebrate?

Just a thought.

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