Letter to a Linguist

Dear Theo,

I know I told you a while ago that I was studying Korean.


I lied.


I was actually doing something diametrically opposed to the very idea of studying, but since that something involved hearing hours and hours of colloquial Korean, I felt the term "studying" was justified.

Not that I didn't study at all, of course. I looked up how to read Hangul (한글) a few months ago. It was kind of a mistake, because I found out that words I'd been hearing as "kamsamnida" and "bian," were actually, when using a strict romanji system, spelled "gamsahapnida" and "mian"  (감사핲니다 – thank you, 미안 – sorry). Not being able to differentiate the k/g, ch/j, b/m sounds really threw me off. You know I have problems enunciating in English, I don't need another language's issues thrown in. It seemed obvious that Hangul would require actual study to be able to read or write it properly.

Actual study was what I was avoiding.

But fast forward a couple of months to the present and I still spend countless hours loafing around while listening to Korean being thrown back and forth am exposed to the quirky character of the Korean tongue every now and then.  I can no longer point to the measly fifteen words I know and say, "See, I am doing something edifying." The moment of truth has come. Either I must actually study, thereby justifying my intake, or give up all things Korean.

Except the food. We must draw the line somewhere.

In all honesty, the moment of truth came a few weeks ago, but my inbox was full so I didn't get it right away. After I did get it, I made a quick pro/con sheet:

Con: involves actual work;  sucess, as unlikely as it is, means eventually admitting you can do work to people you'd rather have think of you as a bum; failure is inevitable unless redefined; it has no benefits but the "joy of learning" because, though knowledge is power, scientist have yet to figure out how to use it to fuel a car 

Pros: You get an excuse to say "buooyol!" (뭬예요 – what,  Romanji – mwoyeyo); you get a chance to learn why all the M's sound like B's; You've been looking for a good excuse to exercise your researching skills; It's the only way you can make "well rounded" sound like a virtue.

It was your fairly typical tie, the kind that makes you wonder if your subconcious is just using you as some kind of behavorial experiment, when I realized that starting a new project would mean making a new binder. You know I've never passed by a chance to make a binder, and it seemed rather late in the game to stop now. "Besides," I threw out the infinity decision making, "I can always stop when I want to."

So, since Thursday, I've completed my research and have started using Talk to Me in Korean, which is a completely free site with podcasts, pdfs and (swoon) workbooks. The podcasts are just what you'd expect after listening to JapanesePod 101, only I feel I'm learning more from them. Probably because I know less, but still, it's an encouraging feeling. I've listened to the first ten lessons of level one a few times and am preparing to go through the corrosponding workbook before moving on. I'm stalling because I haven't practiced my spelling at all as much as I should have, so I don't really know how to write half the words I've learned. I'm loving these podcasts because they help me understand what I've been hearing these past six months. Not necessarily the meaing of the words, that's a given, but the logic of the sounds. I'm pretty used to listening to Korean, so it no longer sounds strange to me – it's no longer indistinguishable from a Mediterranean language, you could say – but that doesn't mean it makes sense. The podcast takes all the niggling little observations that the incurable scholar in me has made and ties them all together into a neat little bow. And then attaches the bow to a present. I'm dying to open the present, even though I'm pretty sure there's no chocolate inside, but I get the feeling it'll need a few more bows before it's complete.

Anyway, Crazy,  I know you love languages so I thought I'd keep you up to date about my studies. Sometimes I learn something that's so small it's barely even worth mentioning  but it causes me to geek out in the worst possible way. And then there's the long-winded, introspective looks at my own native tongue which I could hardly share with the World at Large. So yeah, you'll be hearing from me again shortly. Don't leave town.

Love,

B. Sixer

P.S. If your name was Shirley, I'd say you're Shirley mine ^_- My New Job is filling my head with bad, bad puns. "Bi"-yane.

Miso

I cannot find the words to describe miso. Perhaps there are somethings that can only be truly understood after a long familiarity. If this is so, miso is certainly one of them.

It's not that words simply stop coming to me when I sniff at a box of miso, or raise a spoon to lips for a quick taste. Licking my fingers absentmindedly, I find that it is sharp, salty, strong. But the only usefully informative word that has come to me is cheese.

Not that miso tastes like cheese, my mind refuses to accept this statement, more like miso has the same spirit as cheese. It's aged, for one thing, and it is, as previously alluded to, salty. Its odor is pervasive and its taste distinct. These are attributes of cheese as well. I suspect that, scientifically speaking, tofu is closer kin to the cheddar than miso, but tofu has few qualities. Cheese has many.

I'm looking forward to growing closer to miso, close enough to tell the color of it's eyes, you could say. Right now I am still learning to like it. It's the person who you would love going to a movie with but would hate having to eat dinner with beforehand. Who'd you play cards with all night, but would never invite for a walk. You might frown at it in baked goods but savor its presence in soup. It is irreplaceable in my udon's broth, and that binds it to me forever – like a brother-in-law.

Hello miso, fancy seeing you here. Want to go for a walk?

Triple Soy Loaf, from JustBento