Me Encanta Aprender -or- Rakastan Oppimista

August 3, 2025 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

Daily writing prompt

Describe one habit that brings you joy.

My habit is to wake up in the morning and get on Duolingo immediately. I’m on a 99-day streak and doing well… although I’m really hard on myself when I miss a question. I hate when I see red in either Spanish or Finnish. But my love of learning them comes from two very different places.

I am originally from Texas, where I was surrounded by so many Latinx friends I struggled to understand. I chose Spanish as my second language in 10th grade to try and bridge the gap. The summer that school year ended, my father was transferred to a church in Sugar Land, Texas, which offered mission trips to Reynosa. It was then that I got my first taste of immersion, because even though I wasn’t an expert, I knew more Spanish than just about everyone else.

There was one other person who was relatively fluent, but he and I did not spend much time together. Therefore, I was the one that acted as translator for most of the other adults. It’s how I was chosen to preach the Sunday sermon for Vacation Bible School, though I didn’t know how to say much. That changed the more I visited, because I went to Reynosa during every break I was taking Spanish in class. The last trip was the most fun because my favorite phrase didn’t have to be “speak slower, please….” although I am now back to it because I’d forgotten just how fast Spanish speakers talk.

Luckily, Duolingo has a button to slow down playback or I would not have made it this far. I am also somewhat impressed with the AI, because I do not believe it should be used to create the lessons themselves, but it is helpful that by speaking into my microphone someone is listening to my pronunciation and will not pass me to the next level until it is correct.

Because being in Mexico was so much more beneficial than learning in class (and I assume, Duolingo), I hope to make it back sometime soon. Reynosa has changed drastically since the last time I was there, and though no one would remember me it feels somewhat like “going home for the weekend.” Ensenada would feel the same way, because I got to spend a week there in my younger years and still think about living there when I need to escape reality.

My journey with Finnish is a bit more roundabout.

I was emotionally abused as a kid by someone with a birthday complex. The house couldn’t be decorated for Christmas until her birthday was over, she claimed the entire month of December as her birthday, etc. So, when I realized that this friend couldn’t be in my life any longer, I wondered what I would do to celebrate that day instead- to make it feel like there was less of a hole in my heart. I got on the Google machine and looked up what other holidays were on that date, and Finnish Independence Day was available. I go nuts for it as a result, which is ridiculous because I didn’t have any Finnish family or friends at the time.

I still don’t, but that’s another story for another day.

Duolingo’s language capability is not as good in Finnish as it is in Spanish, but I stick with it even though there’s no AI for pronunciation. I find that being able to read in Finnish is impressive enough. I’m further ahead in my Spanish studies than Finnish, but I flip between the two often. They’re so different that you cannot mix them up. And in fact, the Finnish language is so hard to learn that even fluent speakers will commiserate with you.

One of the most exciting days I’ve had in recent memory was when I was having coffee with my friend Tiina. She put her mother on the phone for me and we spoke in Finnish for a few minutes. I’m sure I didn’t say anything earth shattering or clever, but it meant a lot to me to be understood in that language.

I don’t feel that type of excitement when speaking Spanish because it’s been a part of my life since I was a child, as native to me as English because Houston is full of Spanish-speakers. I have gotten to practice my Spanish hundreds of times with many different people.

I have spoken Finnish once.

I am sure that there are a lot of Finnish people that would say “once is enough” after they hear me.

But the title in both languages is “I Love to Learn.” That will never go away, so perhaps sticking with both is the answer. I am much more likely to run into a Spanish speaker in the US, but who knows where my travels will take me? I know I want to go to Helsinki because my heart bleeds “sinivalkoinen,” the blue of Finnish skies and the white of their snow.

I think that I would be just as at home there as I felt in Mexico because of this one joke:

How can you pick out the most extroverted Finn?
It’s the one who will look at your shoes when you talk to them.

So maybe I don’t have any Finnish blood, but I certainly have a Finnish personality at times. It’s a place to escape when the fiesta gets too loud.

A Hit from Helsinki

July 19, 2025 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

I’ve been learning about Finland and the Finnish language for so long that it was a kick to see a hit from Helsinki in my stats today. I mean, obviously if one person from Helsinki has read me, this means I am well on my way to being a household name. 😛 So, to the Finn who is making me famous, hei and kiitos.

I don’t know what it is about Finland that draws me except for the fact that it looks very much like Oregon, Washington, and Alaska with the added bonus of not belonging to a fascist regime. I would very much like to attend vocational school and see if it fits me the way Oregon did. The culinary program to which I want to apply is in Vaasa, but every flight from America goes through HEL first. Therefore, my first sight in Finland will be its capital.

I know that even if I don’t get into culinary school or decide not to go, my dream is to vacation in Helsinki, particularly to see the December 6th Independence Day celebrations. I would like to make some videos for YouTube of my impressions because that day has been important to me for over a decade. Basically, I celebrated someone’s birthday on that day for many years. She’s not my friend anymore, so there’s a hole in my heart where that holiday used to be. I looked up a new holiday to replace it on the Google machine, and now my heart bleeds sinivalkoinen (blue and white).

It seems ridiculous as I have no Finnish family, and yet it works. Trauma is replaced by joy, and I don’t get into why the former holiday is traumatic in order to make room for more happiness. Going to Helsinki for this celebration is the only thing on my bucket list, things to do before I die. Meanwhile, going to Vaasa for culinary school is lower on the list, but still important to me. I just cannot prepare for that right this moment, because I am locked in a lease here in Baltimore until November 30th. Any school to which I apply that’s not in Baltimore will have to wait until next year.

The reason I chose Vamia (aforementioned culinary school) is that their instruction is in English and the tuition is free. It would open up a brand new career path for me, because I am interested in starting a nonprofit called “The Sinners’ Table,” outreach to the least among us that offers fine dining to people who certainly couldn’t afford it on their own. Our tagline is “dinner with dignity,” and it will take about the length of culinary school to decide where home base should be. The program is approximately three years. During those three years, it’s my hope to create a team of people for Lanagan Media Group to do instructional videos on cooking for YouTube.

My former chef, John-Michael Kinkaid, had already started making these videos when he was killed in a car accident. Therefore, they exist, but I will never get to see them. All I can do is create videos on my own that remind me of him. The first will have to be “pan skills,” because my friend Mercy said, “I’ve always wondered how cooks flip the food in the pans without getting shit everywhere.” Mercy, here’s a pro tip…. you get shit everywhere until you learn how to flip food in the pans. In order to start, the easiest way is to learn to flip a piece of bread first. Then you can try an egg.

You want enough butter in the pan that the egg stays loose, but not enough to splash in your face…. ask me how I know this….

After a while, spoons are boring and you’ll just flip everything unless you’re using a rondeau or saucepan. My kitchen is such a disaster in terms of design that I would need to get back in practice. So I’ll be starting with a piece of bread as well. But it will be a piece of Finnish bread, God willing and the creek don’t rise….

The creek is certainly rising right now. I have health issues that need to be addressed before I see myself taking off for a foreign country. I have almost a year, so we’ll see what happens between now and then. What I do know is that I will be getting a new living space when my lease is up, and I want to pay special attention when I’m shopping around as to how the kitchen is built. My current arrangement leaves no work space, so most days I end up reheating leftovers in a toaster oven.

I know I would be happier with a larger kitchen and a smaller bedroom. I don’t even sleep in the master bedroom now. I have a two bedroom apartment and leave the master for guests, because I put my computer in the guest room. I didn’t realize how much I liked having my bed and desk together, so next time I will put my desk in the master to begin with. Everything is too heavy for me to move and I live alone. Plus, there’s something nice about it being small and cozy in here.

Overall, my experience at this apartment complex has been a shitshow, but I’m managing around its issues knowing that I’ll be out of here as quickly as I can. I want to move back to the DMV, Rockville, MD specifically. I belong to a group called “Cognitive Behavioral Health” in Baltimore that also has offices in Rockville and I’d like to be close. At the very least, moving anywhere in the DMV is easy access to Rockville via the Metro.

I realize this entry goes all over the place, and I thank all of you for sticking with me. I think that all blog entries are designed to be thoughts off the top of my head, but I’m still grateful that they provide some entertainment.

I am not entertaining myself. I’m devastated that my Finnish baby will not be coming with me to Helsinki, even for a visit. She said that I betrayed her and that is true. But she has no idea why or even wants to understand me. So I’m glad that the relationship is over. When I think back to her treatment of me for the last 12 years, what I see is an overwhelming amount of love and adoration coming from me and very little going to me. That isn’t why I betrayed her, but it is why I’m glad she’s gone.

I betrayed her because everyone was starting to look at me like I had this imaginary friend I made up. Her name might as well have been “George Glass.” No one understood why I was so messed up over it and why it’s ultimately better that she’s gone. I kick myself every day for continuing the relationship even though I knew it would be the end of me eventually.

She didn’t give a fuck what it cost me to be her friend.

She didn’t give a fuck how many times it hospitalized me (three and counting).

She didn’t give a fuck about my needs, that I was starting to crack a long time ago.

The only way out was to reach out, and the only way I do that is by writing.

She bolted, just like I knew she would. I didn’t care. I was experiencing too many mental health issues that were above her pay grade, and she made it where I couldn’t talk to anyone about them, even keeping it in the family.

I am still angry, still grieving, still trying to move the fuck on and stop thinking about her because that’s what she wants. It’s not what I want. I know part of her was really excited to actually see me learning Finnish. But I won’t see her in Helsinki. That dream is dead just like many others. She chewed me up and spit me out because I had the audacity to spiral out in depression and anxiety due to sitting on everything she told me, then stonewall me into oblivion when I tried to go to her directly.

She doesn’t talk about her feelings, and she doesn’t want to talk about mine. It left me empty on some days and crying my eyes out on others. But those nights won’t mean anything to her.

Because I should have stayed shut down and miserable. I should have counted on her to open up after years and years of pleading.

I don’t know why I couldn’t let go on my own. I needed this push. Otherwise, I would still be buried in a pile of e-mail, no closer to a real relationship with a close friend than I was 12 years ago.

That part is all my fault. I never should have told her I had actual feelings for her, the kind that never go away and there’s jack shit I can do about it until my heart decides she’s just not that interesting. My heart will never decide that. I have to decide how I’m going to handle things going forward. I know within myself that if it took 12 years for her to implant herself, it’ll take half that to get her back out. Luckily, I can see a therapist to work out why I’m such a mess.

I just want her to go away, because it’s not reality to put love into this relationship anymore. They’re just intrusive thoughts on a trauma bond that flips out when I think of her. Trauma bonds aren’t healthy, but that’s what we created. Then, we spent 12 years unleashing our most toxic versions of ourselves on each other. Every single time I wrote her long e-mails trying to explore these things, she’d spit venom in my direction.

She didn’t want me to get close to her, and over time, it worked. I realized that I didn’t want someone who always fought against me instead of working with me. I found out she lied and hit the ceiling, thinking that because she’d lied about one thing, she’d lied about everything.

I realize now that I don’t know and I don’t care what’s true and what’s not. She’s already taken as much of me as she deserves, and I’m finally angry enough to see it. She can rant all day long about my behavior over the last few months, but I’m ranting about the last 12 years. Just avoidant and tight-lipped while I was screaming for empathy and nothing. She helped ruin a marriage over it, and not her own. Because the thing is, my marriage never would have worked after I met her even if I hadn’t felt those teenage, blushing feelings. I don’t wall off my emotions and pretend they don’t exist. I don’t keep secrets from my partners and expect that they know not to ask about my friends.

I want new friends with secure connections and I have them. Unfortunately, they don’t live in the area. So, I’m trying to get out and make them.

I hope that Aada reads this and sees that we’ve always been toxic, that she participated in the toxicity, and likes to pretend that everything is all my fault. It’s easier that way, I’m sure. But I’m done talking to a brick wall and even more done trying to knock it down.

It will be a cold day in HEL before I welcome her home, a double entendre because perhaps one day she’ll realize that she was in the wrong, too, and I’ll get the healthy relationship I wanted all along. I just severely doubt it because she doesn’t like emotions or messiness. She doesn’t like mental illness. She doesn’t like anything that disturbs her peace while she disturbs everyone else’s. She’s been the most selfish friend I’ve ever had in my life, because when she needed me, I was there. When I needed her, she was nowhere to be found. She said a lot of things that made me think she would be there for me someday.

Someday never came, which is why I’m happy with just getting a hit from Helsinki and leaving my Finnish baby where I found her.

Spanish and Sundry

July 8, 2025July 8, 2025 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

Daily writing prompt

What are you most excited about for the future?

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I have finally reached a section of Duolingo that has vocabulary I haven’t studied and I’m on my own. It makes me excited for the future because I can’t skate by on 30 year old lessons in school. I am actually using the software to prepare me for trips to Mexico in the future- none of which are planned, by the way, but I have a better shot of going to Mexico than anywhere else. Granted, when I get there I will mostly be asking them why they don’t wear the green t-shirts and where the bank might be, but it’s a start. 😉

Kidding, but not by much. I remember the first time I went to Mexico on a mission trip. My Spanish was equal to that of a Mexican toddler, but the people were so kind and corrected me with such love that it lit a fire in me to learn more. I learned that Sylvia and Hector were getting married, that Marta was building a new house, and that little kids don’t listen to me no matter what language I speak (I was on a trip to teach vacation Bible school). It was my turn to listen because I picked up more just soaking up conversation than I would have trying to talk. For instance, those are the real names of the people I met, stuck in my brain even though it is now over 30 years since the last time I went to Reynosa. There is just no substitution for immersion, so it’s time to start finding telenovelas on Pluto TV, or watching the news on Telemundo/Univision.

I had friend recommend “La Reina del Sur,” but I have already watched “Queen of the South” on Netflix. It would be a good brush-up to have a show with which I’m already familiar, but there are others I haven’t seen that might be better after I finish it. For instance, I have not seen the original “Yo Soy Betty, la Fea.” That’s “Ugly Betty” for you American viewers. I have found it on Peacock and Apple TV+ according to reddit, so I will be searching it out after I finish this blog entry.

Because I have an auditory processing disorder (comes free with neurodivergence), I like to have the subtitles on as I listen. People don’t have subtitles, but I need the extra help while I am learning.

There is a point to all of this. Many of the homeless people I have encountered, as well as the workers in my neighborhood, speak Spanish and their English is poor. Instead of making them learn English, I want to turn the view of Americans on its head. I’m perfectly willing to put myself out there, mostly because if I get a job in the future, I want to work at Home Depot.

That’s another thing I’m looking forward to in the future- discussing jobs I could do with my care team so that I am not reliant on SSI/SSDI unless I really want to be. I am eligible for both because I was diagnosed with cerebral palsy when I was 18 mos old. I don’t regret the choices I’ve made in my life with my career, but it would have been nice to know that I could have gotten disability from the jump. The reason I didn’t know is that my mother hid all the paperwork I needed to file and my sister found them among her personal effects after she died, well into my late 30s.

My mental health is not helping the situation, so I am looking forward to working all of this out. I either have a journey into the workforce or a journey into the court system in which I’ll have to fight for my right not to party.

But there are things I can do on my own to further my education, and a second language has filled the hole in my heart at not being able to work in the immediate future. Right now, my job is to attend classes at Cognitive Behavioral Health and learn all I can when I’m not there.

I actually started with Finnish, but after a 43 day streak, I was hospitalized for my mental health. After I got out of the hospital, it had been just long enough since I’d studied that I don’t remember much. It seems like I forgot Finnish in “kaksitoista sekuntia,” or 12 seconds.

Duolingo is also not the best learning tool for Finnish, because it does not have the AI features that Swedish and Spanish do. Everything is done with the keyboard and reading, so you don’t get to practice by speaking out loud. The reason Swedish is important is that the cooking school I would like to attend next year is in a Swedish-speaking region of Finland, Vaasa. The school is called Vamia, and it was recommended to me by a YouTuber named Cyril:

At this point, I do not know if this school is right for me because the tuition is free, but living in Europe is not. I am saving my pennies and riding out the lease I have in the United States until November, and then I’ll decide what to do. I know I would like to go to Vaasa before I decide to move there, but even that is a stretch on my budget. I just have to hope that I will get more subscribers to both my Medium and WordPress blog, because every subscriber here adds to my ad revenue, and every reader on Medium adds to the income I get the longer you scroll through my drivel. 😉

Culinary school would accomplish two things. The first is that I would like to work with Finnish YouTubers like Cyril to create a channel with Finnish content. I think I would be hilariously cranky like Anthony Bourdain, because that is my kitchen personality. The second is that I want to start a ministry for unhoused people that revolves around the kitchen, and I would be better equipped to do that having been trained as a chef and not merely the line cook I am now.

Traditional advice is to work in a kitchen before you go to culinary school to make sure you like it. I have 10 years under my belt, from dish to pantry to sauté. I have worked every station and though I cannot say I am excellent at any of them, I know I will get better by hanging in at school. Plus, there are plenty of jobs I could do without learning Finnish until I’m ready, because most Finns speak English, especially in the hospitality industry. Vamia also instructs in English, with (I’m guessing) the requisite amount of French required.

In the meantime, I am looking forward to all the nonprofit ideas I have coming to fruition. I have to have a Plan B in case going to school in Europe is not feasible… and it’s probably not, to be perfectly honest. I want to go more than anything, but again, it’s going to take a lot of money I don’t have yet. But that’s the thing about dreams. When other people know you want something, they are willing to help. For instance, my readers showing up every day. Each little bit helps.

If I stay in the Baltimore area, my idea is to create a nonprofit called “The Sinners’ Table.” It centers around accepting all the people that society rejects, giving them a fine dining experience they could never afford on their own. I am doing the hard work of identifying stakeholders and writing a business plan, because that is something I can do in my spare time while I am waiting to see what is going to happen with my job and school aspirations. If other people have to run it because I am not eligible for a job, I will be able to volunteer.

But why Finland in the meantime?

I would only have to worry about my living expenses and not the fabulously high cost of tuition. Any Le Cordon Bleu institution in the United States would bankrupt me quickly, while I can find housing for the rough cost of living in DC or Baltimore. Some things would be more expensive, like clothing (I’m not skimping out on cold weather gear), but an apartment is roughly the same. The biggest cost to my family would be me being so far away that it’s hard to visit. However, culinary school does not last that long. If I like Finland so much that I want to stay and get permanent residency or citizenship, that’s a bridge I’ll cross when I come to it. I don’t get to see my family that much as it stands now, because they’re all in Texas…. far away from the current flooding, I might add.

My biggest problem is that I am an idealist who doesn’t necessarily know how to break down large ideas into small steps for execution. I generally work best in a team for that, and I’m lucky to have one under me now. I have gathered the best and the brightest at Lanagan Media Group, most of whom went to high school with me at High School for Performing and Visual Arts. Instead of using AI, I get immediate feedback from an arts brain trust.

Because make no mistake, cooking is art in any language.

And in the United States, the language in the kitchen is overwhelmingly Spanish. I want to be able to speak to my employees in whatever language they feel the most comfortable. Therefore, Finnish can wait.

But not for long.

The Revolution Will Be Printed

February 21, 2025February 21, 2025 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

I am on the Rainbow Railroad, and I am taking a stand against fascism. Jesus’s first lesson was to walk away from people who do not support you. Jesus’s second lesson was not to take any shit. My boundary is that I don’t want to live in the United States, because other countries have state appointed religions that are less conservative than this. I am finished fighting and have started thinking in Finnish.

Duolingo is so petty.

I like the idea of moving to Finland because supporting myself as a culinary student is possible. It is achievable by next May or September, thus skirting the “I’ve only been taking Suomi for 30 days” conundrum. Finnish is like chess. You learn the skeleton in a few months, but as to when you’re fluent? Some Finns will just give you a dumb look and say, “never.” The coffee helps. Listen to Finnish and you’ll know why. It takes half a pot before you sit at the keyboard, and I assure you a problem exists between keyboard and chair (PEBKAC if you haven’t been on the Internet since Jesus was born….. “ID10T” is also useful.).

I am more interesting the longer I go on. I’m not kidding. This is what I think when I read… that the author doesn’t hit their stride until they’ve started the faucet. Sometimes my friends are frustrated I can’t stop up the drain, so you get my brain droppings instead.

You’re welcome. I think?