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I'm slowly learning the local linguistic twists. I really don't want to sound like I'm "from away" when we go to air on the 11th.

Among the differences I've already noted, some obvious, some not:
  • shallots = SHAW-luts, not SHALL-uts
  • micmac = MIG-maw, unless you're talking about the Mic Mac Mall
  • Dalhousie = like it's spelled, not as in Port Duh-LOO-zee
  • Dartmouth = DART-muth, not -mouth
  • Agricola St = ah-GRIC-o-LUH, not like a farmer's soft drink
  • Gottingen = GAW-tih-jen
  • Cunard St = imagine Preston Manning saying the french word for duck
  • Duffus St = not pronounced "doofus"
  • Amherst = ammerst, not am-herst
  • Tatamagouch = ends in goosh, like push or tush
For all I know, I spelled some of those wrong. Still learnin'.

Other notes noted... Chocolate milk is more readily available in 2% m.f. So that means I've effectively doubled my daily intake of badass m.f. And I've been charged deposit on cans/bottles of pop/juice/etc. Uh, can I take these back to the store? Or is it an incentive program for the shopping-cart crowd?

Saturday night/Sunday morning I looked up from the balcony, and as the clouds flew by, I could see stars. Not the Ben Mulroney Show variety, but actual masses of incandescent gas far, far away. Not as many as I would've seen in Kirkland Lake if it hadn't been cloudy, but the lack of tall buildings and diminished light pollution made the sky a more inspiring sight than I ever saw looking up from midtown Toronto. Now I'm wondering if my 1979-vintage National Geographic star chart got pitched or packed.

Quick plug, unrelated to any of this: if your computer will support it, get Google Earth. Seriously, it's funnn.

Comments

  1. I just wanted everyone to know how sweet my sweetie is....
    Beautiful flowers delivered to me at work today, on my birthday, from way out in Halifax!
    Thanks hun.

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  2. Ain't that sweeeet!

    Now, Scott: get back to work. We've just leared that Tom Cruise has knocked-up Katie Holmes. Please dispatch a counter-cult crew to Beverly Hills immediately.

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  3. I think you take the cans and bottles back somewhere. I think just about every other province hasa way more effective recycling system. Check it out! you can save up your bottles and cash 'em in and save up for your next trip :)

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