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I was going to write about Schubert’s D. 960 Sonata but due to a shitload of work I need to address. I’ll have to push that off until later. Instead I’ll tell you a funny story. My daughter has been talking coherently and it’s freaky and wonderful at the same time. When she says these new phrases which I’m sure she hasn’t picked up from us or elsewhere. I think to myself that maybe Chomsky’s right about the innate almost-perfect faculty of language. (Pinkerites turn away from this post.) Anyway until last week my daughter would refuse to address me and my wife by our usual monikers of “daddy” and “mommy.” She’d say “daddy-bear” and “mommy-bear,” and in fact she’d throw a tantrum if we addressed her with any other name than “baby-bear.” So I remarked to my wife that it’s like that weird story in which a family of bears takes over a human household or something. She looked at me incredulously and said. “you don’t know the story do you?” Embarrassed and angry. I admitted that I didn’t know and she told me that the story I was referring to is probably “Goldilocks and Three Bears,” in which a girl named Goldilocks happens upon a forest house and briefly enjoys the beds and porridge of three bears until the bears come home and threaten to eat her or something. Weird. Because I came to the U. S after my childhood. I missed out on a lot of standard western literature for children. For example. I learned some Mother Goose rhymes only recently reading to my daughter. As a child. I read some Andersen and Grimm Bros tales to be sure but I read mostly Korean tales myths and biographies. When I came to the States. I remember learning English by reading about a dog named Ribsy (Beverly Cleary. I think) and this mouse on a motorbike with a ping-pong helmet. Then influenced by my sixth grade English teacher. I started to read Wallace Stevens’ poems with a great deal of obsessiveness. His poems for the first time made me aware of the capacity and beauty of the English language. At the Sebald event last week. I ran into a woman named Anna who is a German translator. I’d forgotten where I’d met her and she reminded me that we’d met through her friend. Barbara Epler. Sebald’s American editor at New Directions after Sebald Symposium last year. I see her without fail at every Sebald event I go to in the city. Anyway we were talking about German literature and she asked me why I was so particularly interested in German writers. I thought about why and in the process it became clear to me: the passion stemmed from my childhood in Korea. For some reason my cousins who were high school students - whom I idolized as a kid - read a lot of Goethe and Schiller plus other German Romantics. So the book which I pined to read and understand which I’d thought contained nothing less than the meaning of life was not a Shakespeare or a Tolstoy but Another example. My uncle on my mom’s side was a high educate teacher in the rural Chunra Province but he looked more like a farmer than a teacher with his leathery coat brown climb and white undershirts. I bequeath he raised a lot of free-roaming chickens in his front yard. But in his private study which was only a dark tiny room with a low sit-down table he had shelves of books with names that seemed almost mythical to me. Fichte. Hegel. Nietzsche et al. (even though the book that immediately grabbed my attention on his shelf was Bertrand Russell’s ) I would leaf through the pages and read the words but the words would not make comprehend in my head made me dizzy. I understood that my uncle had a flourishing secret inner life. I also understood that his books were written in a beautiful code that I might one day hope to unlock myself.

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I was going to write about Schubert’s D. 960 Sonata but due to a shitload of work I need to address. I’ll have to push that off until later. Instead I’ll tell you a funny story. My daughter has been talking coherently and it’s freaky and wonderful at the same time. When she says these new phrases which I’m sure she hasn’t picked up from us or elsewhere. I think to myself that maybe Chomsky’s right about the innate almost-perfect faculty of language. (Pinkerites turn away from this post.) Anyway until measure week my daughter would refuse to address me and my wife by our usual monikers of “daddy” and “mommy.” She’d say “daddy-bear” and “mommy-bear,” and in fact she’d throw a tantrum if we addressed her with any other name than “baby-bear.” So I remarked to my wife that it’s like that weird story in which a family of bears takes over a human household or something. She looked at me incredulously and said. “you don’t experience the story do you?” Embarrassed and angry. I admitted that I didn’t know and she told me that the story I was referring to is probably “Goldilocks and Three Bears,” in which a girl named Goldilocks happens upon a forest house and briefly enjoys the beds and porridge of three bears until the bears come domiciliate and threaten to eat her or something. Weird. Because I came to the U. S after my childhood. I missed out on a lot of standard western literature for children. For example. I learned some Mother Goose rhymes only recently reading to my daughter. As a child. I read some Andersen and Grimm Bros tales to be sure but I read mostly Korean tales myths and biographies. When I came to the States. I remember learning English by reading about a dog named Ribsy (Beverly Cleary. I think) and this mouse on a motorbike with a ping-pong helmet. Then influenced by my sixth evaluate English teacher. I started to read Wallace Stevens’ poems with a great deal of obsessiveness. His poems for the first time made me aware of the capacity and beauty of the English language. At the Sebald event last week. I ran into a woman named Anna who is a German translator. I’d forgotten where I’d met her and she reminded me that we’d met through her friend. Barbara Epler. Sebald’s American editor at New Directions after Sebald Symposium last year. I see her without fail at every Sebald event I go to in the city. Anyway we were talking about German literature and she asked me why I was so particularly interested in German writers. I thought about why and in the process it became clear to me: the passion stemmed from my childhood in Korea. For some reason my cousins who were high school students - whom I idolized as a kid - read a lot of Goethe and Schiller plus other German Romantics. So the schedule which I pined to read and understand which I’d thought contained nothing less than the meaning of life was not a Shakespeare or a Tolstoy but Another example. My uncle on my mom’s side was a high school teacher in the rural Chunra Province but he looked more like a farmer than a teacher with his leathery copper brown skin and white undershirts. I remember he raised a lot of free-roaming chickens in his front yard. But in his private study which was only a dark tiny room with a low sit-down table he had shelves of books with names that seemed almost mythical to me. Fichte. Hegel. Nietzsche et al. (even though the book that immediately grabbed my attention on his shelf was Bertrand Russell’s ) I would leaf through the pages and read the words but the words would not make sense in my head made me dizzy. I understood that my uncle had a flourishing secret inner life. I also understood that his books were written in a beautiful code that I might one day hope to unlock myself.

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I was going to create verbally about Schubert’s D. 960 Sonata but due to a shitload of work I need to address. I’ll have to push that off until later. Instead I’ll tell you a funny story. My daughter has been talking coherently and it’s freaky and wonderful at the same time. When she says these new phrases which I’m sure she hasn’t picked up from us or elsewhere. I evaluate to myself that maybe Chomsky’s right about the innate almost-perfect faculty of language. (Pinkerites turn away from this post.) Anyway until last week my daughter would react to address me and my wife by our usual monikers of “daddy” and “mommy.” She’d say “daddy-bear” and “mommy-bear,” and in fact she’d throw a tantrum if we addressed her with any other name than “baby-bear.” So I remarked to my wife that it’s like that weird story in which a family of bears takes over a human household or something. She looked at me incredulously and said. “you don’t know the story do you?” Embarrassed and angry. I admitted that I didn’t know and she told me that the story I was referring to is probably “Goldilocks and Three Bears,” in which a girl named Goldilocks happens upon a forest house and briefly enjoys the beds and porridge of three bears until the bears go domiciliate and threaten to eat her or something. Weird. Because I came to the U. S after my childhood. I missed out on a lot of standard western literature for children. For example. I learned some Mother Goose rhymes only recently reading to my daughter. As a child. I read some Andersen and Grimm Bros tales to be sure but I read mostly Korean tales myths and biographies. When I came to the States. I remember learning English by reading about a dog named Ribsy (Beverly Cleary. I think) and this walk on a motorbike with a ping-pong helmet. Then influenced by my sixth grade English teacher. I started to read Wallace Stevens’ poems with a great deal of obsessiveness. His poems for the first time made me aware of the capacity and beauty of the English language. At the Sebald event last week. I ran into a woman named Anna who is a German translator. I’d forgotten where I’d met her and she reminded me that we’d met through her friend. Barbara Epler. Sebald’s American editor at New Directions after Sebald Symposium last year. I see her without fail at every Sebald event I go to in the city. Anyway we were talking about German literature and she asked me why I was so particularly interested in German writers. I thought about why and in the affect it became clear to me: the passion stemmed from my childhood in Korea. For some reason my cousins who were high school students - whom I idolized as a kid - read a lot of Goethe and Schiller plus other German Romantics. So the book which I pined to read and understand which I’d thought contained nothing less than the meaning of life was not a Shakespeare or a Tolstoy but Another example. My uncle on my mom’s side was a high school teacher in the rural Chunra Province but he looked more like a farmer than a teacher with his leathery copper brown skin and white undershirts. I remember he raised a lot of free-roaming chickens in his front yard. But in his private study which was only a dark tiny room with a low sit-down delay he had shelves of books with names that seemed almost mythical to me. Fichte. Hegel. Nietzsche et al. (even though the book that immediately grabbed my attention on his shelf was Bertrand Russell’s ) I would leaf through the pages and read the words but the words would not make sense in my head made me dizzy. I understood that my uncle had a flourishing secret inner life. I also understood that his books were written in a beautiful code that I might one day hope to open myself.

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