Дискотека Авария (Disco Crash): Нано – Техно (Nano Technology)

Sometimes my mind wants something other than English.

Different foreign languages feel good on my brain. When I want fun I like Russian disco and pop. If I have to think then it must be German. I save French for when I’m feeling confused — and listening to French music does nothing to resolve the situation, but hey!!

Here is a spoof on a Soviet-era style political campaign where the little people are putting on a parade for their leaders that are asking for their vote if they are all to win — as if there is anyone else to vote for. Anyway, it is a fun song. The Russian lyrics are below the video if you want to sing along.

Песня громкая слышна, на душе у всех весна.
Хочешь-тоже нананапевай нананананана.
Если нана сердце грусть- подпевай нанаизусть,
Чтоб гремело нана весь Союз.

Вставай на нанолыжи, садись за нанокниги,
На нанопозитиве огромная страна на нановек.
Мы стали ближе, страна на нанопике,
И самый лучший в мире- наш наночеловек.

Вся страна- нано- с кем же ты? Встань с дивана на пуанты,
Плавно перейди с вина на нано нанойогурты.
В рубли валюту обнаналичь, купи хату нана Сочи-бич,
Олимпийцам мы готовим клич!

Вставай на нанолыжи, садись за нанокниги,
На нанопозитиве огромная страна на нановек.
Мы стали ближе, страна на нанопике,
И самый лучший в мире- наш наночеловек.

Нано техно сулит успех нам,
Нано техно побеждает всех!
Вставай с берлоги на наноноги,
Внедряйся, техно нанология!

Надо надо надо нанотехно нам,
Надо всем девчонкам и пацананам.
Чтоб была эта нананаука внедренана,
Чтоб светили звёзды и лунана.

Надо надо надо нано техно нам,
Без обнанонановленья будет всем ханана,
Чтобы всем бы дали нам наномедали,
Лишь одна победа нам нужна!!


Вставай на нанолыжи, садись за нанокниги,
На нанопозитиве огромная страна на нановек.
Мы стали ближе, страна на нанопике,
И самый лучший в мире- наш наночеловек.

Grammar Nazis … once upon a time when I was younger

From an early age I studied foreign languages.

Perhaps they were not foreign languages to foreigners but they were to me. For example, once upon a time in fourth grade a Canadian family moved into the neighborhood. Their English was understandable … even though they were foreigners. (Or is Canada really just a stealth constellation of northern U.S. states that are too shy to openly …? Oh, never mind).


My first love of foreign languages was French, until I went to France and found out that they all spoke horribly terribly bad French.

Much later in life I studied Latin as I wanted to improve my ability to read Spanish newspapers. It kinda works. The French helps too as I just slur any word that I don’t understand and then it all makes sense.

Anyway, have found the following video of great comfort over the years.


Once I came of age to join the military (17) then I did. Noting my ability and desire to study languages, the Army gave me a test called a DLAB – Defense Language Ability Battery. Battery usually conjures up images of violence and foulmouthedness, however in this instance I had one hour to take a test and answer questions based upon a made-up language. Either you know how language parses or you don’t. (Later I found out that I don’t but somehow still passed the test).

After taking the test and getting the results back I was informed that I had done well enough to study almost any foreign language. English was excluded. I was instructed to make three choices, and I was to get one of those three choices.

My three choices were: Russian, German and French.

Russians were the kingsized bad guys in those days so I figured that there was a career in speaking Russian. Failing to get Russian, I had always wanted to travel to Germany … and since there were lots of American troops in Germany then speaking German would come in handy (and it did, but I had to learn it on my own from some longhaired dictionaries). My third choice was French since I already was capable of mangling the language and since France was near to Germany then pourquoi non?!

Several weeks later the Army sent military orders for me to go Monterey, California to study Czech. I was quick to point out that Czech was not one of my three choices. My study of language was essential training for entry into military intelligence. Quickly I realized that anything can be rationalized without much thought necessary: Czech sounded like Russian and I would be living in Germany, which was near to France, so in essence: learning Czech granted me all three of my wishes at once.

Later in life, after leaving Germany, I did finally study Russian in a proper academic setting. Along the way I self-taught myself Russian using the University of Chicago’s Russian for Czech Speakers handbook — which really is an easy transition in the context of already being a Czech speaker (although Czech listener would be a more appropriate description).

Throughout my travails as a student linguist I ran into many grammar Nazis: Mrs. Williams in French, Pan Benes in Czech, and … there were more.

It was Mrs. Williams and French however that made me feel most at risk of being a total failure in life. And so I dedicate the following video to my memory of Mrs. Williams, my eighth grade French AND science teacher — amazingly I passed French with a B but she flunked me in science and I had to go to summer school, which perhaps it is perverse to say that I enjoyed immensely as I’m a people person and I got to meet lots of new people.

View Grammar Nazi video — embedding of the video is forbidden so you will have to actually click the link. Apologies for the inconvenience. Damned Nazis.