huayu

My father is going to teach me Chinese. He's serious about it. (More serious than Japanese anyway -- I don't blame him) I think I'm serious about it too. I've committed to the extent of getting him to order the Chinese newspaper for me (and to reading it once it starts arriving, ARGH) and talking to me in Chinese, despite the huge possible misunderstandings that used to wreck most of our conversations. If anything it will force me out of my comfortable one-language equilibrium. Between this and work, I shall have no life.

Actually sort of looking forward to it. I am a masochist.

I'll dip into Japanese once I am absolutely certain that my Chinese does not completely suck like it does at the moment.