tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457872.post998183254937981513..comments2024-03-26T23:57:42.268-04:00Comments on SpeEdChange: The King's Speechirasocolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01412837280249622430noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457872.post-80152480981167782772010-12-30T16:35:45.181-05:002010-12-30T16:35:45.181-05:00Many thanks Ira for the blog on this film - it rea...Many thanks Ira for the blog on this film - it reaches us (in the UK) on 7th Jan and with my Speech Therapy hat on, I cannot wait to go and see it. Happy New Year and take care in 2011. <br /><br />Best wishes E.A.E.A.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09427079943505568811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457872.post-1261534759847382812010-12-29T10:25:54.925-05:002010-12-29T10:25:54.925-05:00Firth did a brilliant job with this movie. I was i...Firth did a brilliant job with this movie. I was impressed at how understated and perfect Rush was as well, given some of his more flamboyant roles in the past. I know your blog is more about the content than the movie glamour, but I was impressed by so many aspects of this film, including the often-overacting Helena Bonham-Carter as the Queen Mum. Parfait. We really got to see Albert as a human being, hot-tempered and caring and dedicated.Emhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09152242140864444434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457872.post-86315355100027951842010-12-28T23:02:04.891-05:002010-12-28T23:02:04.891-05:00When I was seventeen, I was a Freshman at Univers...When I was seventeen, I was a Freshman at University of Iowa taking an Introduction to Philosophy class. It's a moment I'd prefer to forget. The TA was calling on people, row by row, to introduce themselves. Just really say our name. Because of where I was seated in the room, I knew he wasn't going to get to me until about last. So I felt frozen in anticipation of having to answer. My turn. "What's your name," he demanded.<br /><br />I couldn't answer. "What's the matter," he barked. "Cat got your tongue?" <br /><br />I couldn't answer. He must have thought, who is this idiot who cannot even speak her own name? <br /><br />After a moment I did. I blurted out in a voice that sounded unnatural, "Debbie." And immediately wanted to crawl under a rock or find some way to disappear.<br /><br />I never talk about it. I stammer. I think it happens when my brain anticipating an answer, races ahead of the mechanism needed to produce speech. I also stammer when I am angry or frustrated. <br /><br />Doesn't help that I always thought I had a horrible speaking voice. Also doesn't help that I am thrown towards shyness in unfamiliar situations.<br /><br />When I am tired or stressed, I end up talking as if I had just come over the boat. My syntax reflects my Eastern European ancestry. <br /><br /> Add in what I consider poet's brain, random phrases that may make for good poetry, but hardly intelligible in ordinary conversation, and one can understand why I prefer written communication over spoken. I can sit at a computer monitor and compose myself and my thoughts. I can communicate uninterrupted. No one will finish my sentences for me. My language will be precise. My ideas will be well thought out. Most importantly, I am more at ease.Miss Shuganahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13200157646397610173noreply@blogger.com