One thing I regret is that I never learned Portuguese. I think it’s the most beautiful language in the world. Just the way it sounds mesmerizes me.
I envy people who learn languages easily. I’m not one of them, though. For me, learning to speak Spanish so fast and so well required such an effort that my brain still hurts when I think about it. I don’t see the point of learning the basics of a language. If I can’t get to the point of complete fluency, then why bother?

Learning a new language requires that you open up a space within your mind, within your personality for this new identity that will speak it, feel it, and breathe it. Sadly, at this point there is no space in me for Portuguese.

When I was four, my parents took me to the beach. I was entertaining myself with a huge, heavy volume by Theodore Dreiser.

“You have a very strange child,” a lady on the beach said to my parents. “She just sits there staring into this huge book for hours. And there aren’t even any pictures in it.”

“Oh no,” my mother said. “She’s reading. Come here, honey, tell us what the book is about.”

After I retold to the lady the beginning of Dreiser’s novel, she looked at me terrified and never came up to us again.

And I still love Dreiser passionately. I read his novel An American Tragedy over a dozen times and I can quote parts of it by heart.

Kids today are born into a world where technology is ubiquitous. Toddlers learn to press buttons and operate the iPad before they learn to walk. There is nothing inherently bad about this, of course. However, if I could give one piece of advice as an educator to young parents, it would be please please teach your kids to read before you sit them in front of the TV or a computer.

My students who were born in the nineties are subdivided into two groups: those who can read and are capable of enjoying the process and those who don’t have the physical capacity to keep their eyes on a page of text. They need something to flash, make noises and show animated images that change all the time to be able to pay attention. Guess which group manages to graduate and find good employment? Exactly.

There are people who send their kids to school without having taught them to read. This, in my opinion, is the pinnacle of irresponsibility. It’s easy to blame the schools and the teachers for not fulfilling what is, ultimately, the parents’ role. A kid who learns to enjoy books before discovering the pleasures of an iPad will have a lot more doors open than the one who doesn’t.

The English language has developed a very ample terminology for romantic feelings that is impossible to translate to many other languages. In love, in lust, infatuated, obsessed – all these gradations of emotion are opposed to what is considered to be “real love.”

Real love is, supposedly, what happens once the relationship loses every trace of uncontrollable and dangerous sexual passion. “When the buzz wears off”, as one reader put it recently. Only when a relationship reaches a stage where the feelings towards your partner are the same you normally feel towards a relative, then the real love American way can begin.

In the contemptuous “he isn’t in love with her, he is just in lust” one can hear the echoes of the Puritan forebears who condemn every trace of human sexuality.

. . . you knew people who receive unemployment benefit and use it to go traveling in Europe? (Obviously, these are people who have ample untaxed income). This isn’t a theoretical question. I really want to know what is the acceptable North American way of reacting to such things.

I know I made fun of its tweets a lot, but the following definition from the Overt Dictionary rings true: “Goldman Sachs: a banking company which gathers all the bright minds in the world and plugs them inside of its hierarchal machine.” This might just be true, given that the author of the Overt Dictionary has anything but a bright mind. I don’t know if all those bright people truly went to Goldman Sachs (I, for one, seriously doubt it), but one thing is for sure: they didn’t join the group that created the Overt Dictionary.

I just saw a commercial on Canadian TV that said, “48% of Canadian women wash their sheets once a month. Even more women wear their clothes at least twice before washing them. This is why our detergent…” This is just weird. Is the commercial suggesting that Canadian women are dirtier than Canadian men, which is why we need to pay special attention to their dirty habits? Or that men never do their laundry and can’t be interested in the detergent?

This is one of those cases where ideology trumps profitability. There are crowds of single men who do their own laundry and partnered men who do the family’s laundry. Yet, the commercial fails to target them entirely. This would be a much better world if profit trumped ideology. But it rarely does.

I’m reading a book titled “Aquamarine Blue” that offers stories by autistic people about the way they see the world. Here is one quote that resonated deeply with me: “I never could understand why anyone would want to parade their lack of interesting thoughts, the fact that they have nothing to say for themselves and lead completely uninteresting lives, and therefore need other people’s private lives to have at least some conversational topics.”

I like this quote because it explains to me the baffling mystery of why there are so many people who eagerly follow every development in the personal lives of excruciatingly talentless starlets and TV personalities. I remember how after Obama was elected, dozens of people kept recounting to me some story about a puppy he was going to buy for his daughters. These are the same folks who buy all those tabloids and devour the very trivial gossip about the lives of the so-called celebrities.