May 29th, 2005


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Breakfast yesterday at the Salish Lodge & Spa, which is the Snoqualmie Falls lodge to those of us who don't have to worry about corporate naming conventions. Sometimes it is nice to be over-catered-to, and they did it in a most pleasant fashion; the view from the dining room is truly spectacular, even from across the space. At first I wished we had been seated next to the windows, but then I realized that my tendency to vertigo made it just as well that we were not.

I had my very own coffee server who was most attentive; the coffee service itself included 'vanilla infused heavy whipped cream' and a mixture of white & dark chocolate shavings in addition to the standard sugar, faux sugars, and half-and-half. (ok, in all honesty if my companions had been drinking anything besides water I probably would have had to share my coffee provider with them, but as it was it was charmingly all about me.)

Afterward we went down to the overlook, which I took a while to recognize since it has been remodeled, with the addition of a gift shop/espresso stand, paved parking lot, etc. The actual gazebo at the overlook is the same, though, with the same plaque about the "cavity generation station" that has always sort of mystified me. Collapse )

Then we had a nice drive back along Lake Samamish and repaired to our various domiciles, where I had a nap with the cat, who has reproachfully decided this heat is all my fault. But she still wants to sit by me, so she will lie down a ways off and then s-t-r-e-a-t-c-h out until her tail is across my wrist, or her back is just touching my leg. Woe be it unto me if I need to move, though that is pretty usual year-round.


Everyone has an accent, but no-one wants to be told they talk funny.

It's the same as how everyone has a culture, but a fair number of members of the dominant culture of an area only think of culture as something other people have - them, they're just "normal". Most Anthropology 101 classes have to spend a week or so smacking this idea into a few of the privileged who've made it to college without having their noses rubbed in the idea that not everyone out there shares their ideas, mores and opinions (nor *gasp* do they want to) - then everyone can get on with the class material.

In linguistics class, it always struck me as academic snobbery that threw the western-most third of the country into one dialect, especially after seeing My Fair Lady where (and I can't find the quote after a half-hour of Googling, so you will have to bear with me) Professor Henry Higgins says something on the order of how you can place the suburb a Londoner grew up in by accent, if not the exact street. London such a hotbed of accents, New Guinea such a plethora of different and unrelated languages, and the entirety of ten states speaks all one dialect, right. This beside the empirical fact that my mother's Idaho-native speech differed from my father's Utah-native version in easily detectable ways. Good grief, what about California? if nothing else. Difficult to so successfully satirize something like 'valley-girl' speak if it doesn't really exist, for only one example.

But you know, if you're happy with and invested in the idea that you as a PNW-er don't have an accent, you're not going to take kindly to someone telling you otherwise, complete with odd descriptors like "creaky voice" for some of its quirks. I'd call it more of a burr than a creak, but I knew exactly what was being talked about when I read about it.

Then again, I've been accused of being a closet Canadian for some of my speech patterns. To which I say, pity they won't take that as evidence at the border.