Jane R's blog since 2007: words and images on matters spiritual, socio-economic, theological, cultural, feline, and more.
Well, I'm 45% pure, though I switch to more than the 25% corruption (DamnYankee), as I and the context wish. 20% "American" is inevitable, I suppose, though I am only flattered if a stranger thinks I am from somewheres else these days. And my Dearest Hoosier Grannie got her 5%; I wish it were more: mwah!Prayers for the Poor Country Boy as he opens up for the first time after 22 years of group with his fellow veterans tonight."Are you now, or have you ever been...""Stop, y'all! That's far enough. Oh hell yeah, since I started thinking for myself, which photos reveal to have been precocious."
I don't quite understand your full post. Re: my own profile, what is very funny is the mix of Yankee and Dixie! Talk about crossing the great divide. I think I scored the 20% on the Dixie one just because I use "y'all." I'm a bit of a chameleon linguistically, though I never picked up much of a Midwestern accent when I lived in Wisconsin.And I don't use "y'all" when I am on the radio. They don't have a California category. Maybe we speak General American English out there. (We also speak Spanish, Mandarin, and I can't remember what the fourth language was on the voting machines in Berkeley, but I do remember that we had at least English, Spanish, and Mandarin Chinese.)
I scored 65% General, 25% Dixie (no surprise), and 10% Midwestern (must be the years in Oklahoma).As for California English, I know that I have switched from "coke" to "soda" and finally from "grocery store" to "market." No Valley-speak yet.Probably just because of where I work, I'm getting a passing acquaintance with the amazing regional usages in Central/South American Spanish. Fascinating. I wonder if there's a Spanish version of this test?
My results?45% Yankee35% General American English10% Dixie0% Midwestern0% Upper MidwesternWhat the hell is a Yankee? I don't have flat long "A" sounds and I've been a Mets fan forever. I suppose the 10% Dixie could have gotten me a job as a Union spy penetrating the Confederate lines, but I don't think I'd have lasted long.l
One of the things that scared me about my fellow vets is I don't talk about politics. They couldn't care less.Briefly, I scared them all, for my sake. They worked like a good combat squad, and showed me for the second time what that is (I was too scared the first time to be paying attention); they took care of each other, including me and Dee, and left when they couldn't take it for whatever reason, taking responsibility for themselves.I was so lit up (fasting, praying, and, it must be admitted, fasting from rest, too.) Maybe I wouldn't make it, but it wasn't gonna be for lack of preperation. :)If you do wellwill you not be acceptedIf not, sin crouches at the doorand you will overcome it.Genesis, but I'm not gonna look it up; I am tired, elated, and grateful to God and my many friends and neighbors."Yankee" is a common Southern joke of my youth there; however, you guys are leaving off the first four letters!I realize this may be too regionally specific to be to everyone's taste; no offense.
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