Woo-hoo! It’s moving forward so fast. Got a great little group together for Radio Lantau’s Cantonese course CantoNews! Making podcasts from all over this wondrous island, we’re going to help foreigners who don’t have the time (or, dare I say, courage?) to take Cantonese lessons learn Cantonese from scratch. The last four days I’ve made four podcasts, three for total beginners and one for more intermediate, more hardbitten warriors.
What? Warriors? Yes! It’s a war. It’s little David C. Antonese against the hulking brute Goliath M. Andarin all the way now, I’m afraid. But more about that in tomorrow’s epistle; for today I’ll just say hooray, hooray. Podcasts are roaring back to life.
Why waste life being monolingual? Start lessons now, or hang on for another few days for Happy Jellyfish People’s Democratic Language Bureau’s podcasts CantoNews here and on Radio Lantau.
新聞 (San man – news)
外國人 (Oi gok yan – foreigner/s)
上堂 (Seung tong – have a lesson)
It’s happened at last: After months of hard work and sacrifice, behold my own podcast. It puts the FUN back in Fundamentalist!
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