If an infant grows up in a one-language house, concepts have a single name and there's no need to map more than one word for a single concept.
The cat is the cat is the cat.
There's never another word for it (besides "Morris" but this falls in line with the logic "the boy's name is "Tom" and he can be both Tom and a boy").
In a multilingual house, the cat is the cat, le chat and/or el gato, and the infant learns the flexibility to map more than a single language to any given object.
Once you've made that cognitive leap for the first language, the successive leaps are easier and easier... is just a matter of learning the words, not the concept that there can be other words for the same concept.
Cars in the future will be available for anyone to use, based on the (what's now bluetooth) personalization key you carry with you.
Need a ride? Walk to the closest community car and touch the handle. The door opens, seats/mirrors/radio/temperature adjusts to your preferences and away you go.
At your destination, you get out of the car. Your account is debited the appropriate fare and you... just... walk... away (and into the next car you need).
I had a spontaneous Pneumothorax a few years back. Never knew what, exactly, caused it, but it was just one of those sharp pains in the rib (then shoulder, then chest) that didn't go away and I was smart enough to finally call an ambulance before passing out.
Only after I was sitting in a hospital recovery room with a chest tube sucking my right lung back into place did the doctors tell me that it's commonly referred to as "the tall, skinny guy's disease" since it affects so many folks that are just that. Funny how they never use that to encourage you to finish what's on your plate, no?
At the time, I was smoking a pack of Camels a day, living high on dot-com stress. Oh, and at 6'2", I topped the scales at a whopping 145lbs soaking wet.
Now, I'm a comfortable non-smoking 200lbs, eating right and excercising regularly.
While the doctors have ruled out my ever sky diving or scuba diving (the change in air pressure could cause a relapse), I haven't had any troubles in the last 6 years. And I can laugh at the funny comments about PTX in this thread.
Of course, there's a 50% chance of it recurring. I'll be quicker to call the EMTs next time. And I'll keep the stereo a little quieter in the car.
I, too, found myself in a similar situation of being able to afford the laser correction, and was stoked at the thought of finally getting rid of my glasses once and for all.
When I went into the doc's office to get pre-screened, they actually turned me away.
I seem to be blessed with overly-large pupils (11mm diameter) and the eye doc pretty much guaranteed I'd be cursed with halos post-op (or is it haloes? Sen. Quayle?)
So, although I was more than ready to fork over the cash, this stand-up professional refused my money and told me to wait a couple years until the technology had advanced enough to handle the large-pupiled-Sleestaks like me.
I wish I could say I'm surprised at the gullibility of this particular user, but I'm surrounded by an office full of similarly-minded folks.
They're of the click-before-you-consider mindset simply because "we're on macs... all that bad stuff is for Windows users."
I'm in hopes they're not all anxious to try out Word 2004.
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If an infant grows up in a one-language house, concepts have a single name and there's no need to map more than one word for a single concept.
The cat is the cat is the cat.
There's never another word for it (besides "Morris" but this falls in line with the logic "the boy's name is "Tom" and he can be both Tom and a boy").
In a multilingual house, the cat is the cat, le chat and/or el gato, and the infant learns the flexibility to map more than a single language to any given object.
Once you've made that cognitive leap for the first language, the successive leaps are easier and easier... is just a matter of learning the words, not the concept that there can be other words for the same concept.
Need a ride? Walk to the closest community car and touch the handle. The door opens, seats/mirrors/radio/temperature adjusts to your preferences and away you go.
At your destination, you get out of the car. Your account is debited the appropriate fare and you... just... walk... away (and into the next car you need).
Smile and say cheese for Ashcroft!
Only after I was sitting in a hospital recovery room with a chest tube sucking my right lung back into place did the doctors tell me that it's commonly referred to as "the tall, skinny guy's disease" since it affects so many folks that are just that. Funny how they never use that to encourage you to finish what's on your plate, no?
At the time, I was smoking a pack of Camels a day, living high on dot-com stress. Oh, and at 6'2", I topped the scales at a whopping 145lbs soaking wet.
Now, I'm a comfortable non-smoking 200lbs, eating right and excercising regularly.
While the doctors have ruled out my ever sky diving or scuba diving (the change in air pressure could cause a relapse), I haven't had any troubles in the last 6 years. And I can laugh at the funny comments about PTX in this thread.
Of course, there's a 50% chance of it recurring. I'll be quicker to call the EMTs next time. And I'll keep the stereo a little quieter in the car.
When I went into the doc's office to get pre-screened, they actually turned me away.
I seem to be blessed with overly-large pupils (11mm diameter) and the eye doc pretty much guaranteed I'd be cursed with halos post-op (or is it haloes? Sen. Quayle?)
So, although I was more than ready to fork over the cash, this stand-up professional refused my money and told me to wait a couple years until the technology had advanced enough to handle the large-pupiled-Sleestaks like me.
I wish I could say I'm surprised at the gullibility of this particular user, but I'm surrounded by an office full of similarly-minded folks. They're of the click-before-you-consider mindset simply because "we're on macs... all that bad stuff is for Windows users." I'm in hopes they're not all anxious to try out Word 2004.