Wednesday 28 January 2015

PRONUNCIATION, TAKE II. ACTION!

(Or It's All Fun and Games until the Exam Starts)

There. That's the sad truth. Not that I didn't do study, it's just that it looked a bit less... efficient than it was meant to? I mean, I'd love to say I went through all the videos online and invented some new ones in the process, and then learnt all the words forwards and backwards, but that would mean getting a bit too creative with the truth...

Anyway. I might not have done all that, but I did something (apart form finally noticing what I was doing particularly wrong before and at least trying to be careful about that when I speak now), so here goes.

Those David Appleyard sentences turned out to be really amusing, by which I mean they were funny enough that repeating them for a while didn't make my brain spontaneously turn to stone. Also, they do kind of force you to really hear and think about the sound (mostly because they're so over the top you can't ignore it, but hey, they get the job done, so I'm not complaining).

Somewhat more boring was the process of getting through the Porter words. That included a bunch of dictionaries, headphones, several foreign computers, tea, and all those bad things with too many calories. My pronunciation practice mostly consisted of listening of repeating, which I admit is not the most exciting way, but desperate times call for desperate measures, right?

A side product of my study process (and that of a few other amazing people) is this little thingie. See, I'm being nice here and sharing it (yes, I'm thinking of you, future generations). It's far from finished, of course, but it should be better than nothing as we got at least some words done. If nothing else, somebody might  be spared from copying that entirely too long list of words into a document.

And because I promised myself I'd post pictures...


There. Now let me go study some more... 

Monday 5 January 2015

PRONUNCIATION DIARY PART I

(Or What Language Are You Speaking Anyway?)

I'm going to start this with a question that just begs to be asked: why is it that in twelve years of grammar and high school the only person who bothered to ever correct my pronunciation of English sounds was my father?

I know that sounds somewhat odd, right, but it's true. Sure, there have been people who'd have us practice 'v' and 'w' and 'th', but they never corrected anyone. Which, frankly, sucks.

It was the 'th' sound my dad started bothering me with because 'three' sounded like 'free' when I said it. Admittedly, I was ten or so, but still, that's pretty bad, and I didn't want to end up in a joke.