Waiting for dinner to be completed in the cooker. Rain's still falling. A damp squib today. Drattyly cold for october. Day maximum barely hitting 10 degrees Celsius. I'm still feeling out of control, and the feeling is not ebbing. Wanted to talk about this social phenomenon which i read about, can't remember from where though. It's to do with changing language patterns in 3 generations.


Consider generation 1, migrants to a new land. They will be speaking their home tongue, learning up some new words in the language of their new home. Consequently, some may learn a bit of the new language, while some won't. Their children, generation 2, would have grown up in this new land. And would have learnt the new language in school, and everywhere. But since their parents don't speak it, generation 2 will speak their native tongue at home.. and be bilingual, of sorts. Now, generation 3 would be less connected with the fast becoming distant homeland. They may or may not speak the native tongue, since they may not be in close contact with generation 1, instead they are mostly monolingual, speaking only the new tongue, with the proper accent, which generation 2 never developed. I think this theme has been re-hashed in movies, books and what not.. but it's interesting, because it's real.


Another night of 'trying to do work'. I try.