French on Fridays: Make Me Laugh
Do you have something you want to learn? Try having fun with it.
Harary and Weintraub, authors of Right Brain Learning In 30 Days have a cool idea about the function of humor in learning. They say...
It is our opinion...that there is a kind of humor barrier that must be traversed before learning can become truly instinctive and intuitive on every level.... It is almost as though it is okay to learn, once it becomes okay to laugh.
The authors then suggest finding cartoons that relate to your field of study. Or making up silly sayings. Or bantering with fellow learners.
In this spirit, here's one of my new favorite funny French songs, Foux du FaFa. Like Jeanne Damoff says, anyone who took high school French will totally appreciate it. If you didn't take high school French, no worries. It's still good for a chuckle.
Foux du FaFa Lyrics
Scrabble photo by L.L. Barkat.
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Labels: French on Fridays, how to learn French, learning techniques
posted by L.L. Barkat at 8:00 AM
5 Comments:
Wait . . . did I change my name to Cheryl Smith? Or did she send the same video with the same comment? :) Either way, I love Flight of the Conchords, and I love laughter, and I love the fact that I can now blame Harary and Weintraub and you (and, what the hey, Cheryl Smith) when my husband wonders why I spend so much time on YouTube or reading Jack Handey, Dave Barry, and Stuff Christians Like.
(Just agree with whatever I say and make me look popular, okay? We'll call it banter and that will make it legitimate study time. Victoire!)
I explored my history a little this morning, and I thought of you. Did you know I have French in my background?
here from Kelly's story.
I was born in Montreal , Quebec, and while I am not French Canadian, I keenly remember all of us kids in the neighbourhood trying to be bilingual. I moved before turning 7. I took French right through Gr 13 and yet , now, barely remember a thing. It's mandatory here in Ontario until after Gr . 9 I believe.
I'm sure somewhere in the deep recesses of my brain is a secondish sort of language.
I'm probably more comfortable with Italian because of the hubby and family , understanding , more than speaking.
and I'd love to learn Spanish. Have brief phases of attempts.
and my brother married a Chinese girl, and honestly, that language escapes me completely.
a little multicultural exchange this afternoon.
On one of my first visits to Paris I and my sister looked up an artist I knew, a fabulous painter, who wanted us to come to dinner at, where else, Cafe de les Artistes. We had oh so much vin rose and a delicious "delicacy" I later discovered was uncooked hamburger. Well, the next morning, the inside of my mouth was black and my stomach not so good. Not quite able to stand straight, I made it to the pharmacie, literally on the corner, and it had everything imaginable. In fractured French I explained my maladie d'estomac. I have no idea what I bought but it did the trick. I've never been big on ground beef since.
C'est drole, vraiment! I think that video was built off of my 7th grade French program... Ou est la piscine? I did not see one swimming pool the entire time I lived in France... oh, 7th grade was useless.
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