Beginner's Heart

Beginner's Heart


silver linings, or, I want a new accent ~

So an Oregon woman went under anæsthesia for dental surgery speaking American, and came up speaking Anglo-Irish. It’s called ‘foreign accent syndrome.’ I don’t want the brain injury that made it possible, but I’d love a new accent.

I have the ubiquitous expat accent: neither this nor that. Midwestern. Ish. I want to sound.. well, glamourous. A little more exotic, a little less whatever :). And an accent is a lot more likely than time travel and a makeover…

Seriously — wouldn’t it be great if things that sound awful — a stroke, for cryin’ out loud! — came w/ a fringe benefit? Dental surgery and a stroke — those sound  horrendous. But having a very rare condition like ‘foreign accent syndrome’? Well, you notice she doesn’t want her old accent back…:)



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