Minnesotans.
most minnesotans have a very distinct accent. if you’ve ever seen the movie “fargo” or watched the “red green show” or spent much of any time with a minnesotan, you come to realize that, more often than not, we talk pretty funny.
for some reason i’m more towards the accent-challenged end of the spectrum, but i’m still amazed after spending a few months in the deep south just how rampant quality minnesota accents run up in this neck of the woods.
the best part about all this is we minnesotans tend to like it this way. “sven and lena” jokes just don’t have the same ring to them without the long o’s and flat a’s. and nothing beats listening to a bunch of old farmers swapping stories in town while drinking coffee and eating rusks.
there’s another peculiarity to minnesotans. my peeps are just so doggone nice all the time.
it’s so hard to take a drive and rock out to music because you spend all your time waving. every house you pass, people going for a walk, even cars passing in the opposite direction. everybody waves, with a smile even. i’m so out of shape i’m gonna need rotator cuff surgery before my break is over.
another example of this crazy niceness is the pleasant conversations that spring up everywhere. when i lived in chicago i couldn’t get anybody to say three words to me and got plenty of nasty looks for trying. then i moved to mississippi and if i happened to venture a simple question of “how are you today?” i had to block off 40 mins just to hear the short answer. minnesotans seem to have perfected the art of pleasant conversation: not too long, not too short, but just right. goldilocks would love it here.
i’m not gonna take the time to go into the peculiarities of the way everybody fights to hold doors open or the way people will literally pull over and stop so you can pass them, or the other things that make us just plain weird (i have an image to keep and expectations to keep low ya know), but if you ever get the opportunity to trek on up to the northland you may want to jump at the opportunity (but don’t forget to pack your bug spray)...
most minnesotans have a very distinct accent. if you’ve ever seen the movie “fargo” or watched the “red green show” or spent much of any time with a minnesotan, you come to realize that, more often than not, we talk pretty funny.
for some reason i’m more towards the accent-challenged end of the spectrum, but i’m still amazed after spending a few months in the deep south just how rampant quality minnesota accents run up in this neck of the woods.
the best part about all this is we minnesotans tend to like it this way. “sven and lena” jokes just don’t have the same ring to them without the long o’s and flat a’s. and nothing beats listening to a bunch of old farmers swapping stories in town while drinking coffee and eating rusks.
there’s another peculiarity to minnesotans. my peeps are just so doggone nice all the time.
it’s so hard to take a drive and rock out to music because you spend all your time waving. every house you pass, people going for a walk, even cars passing in the opposite direction. everybody waves, with a smile even. i’m so out of shape i’m gonna need rotator cuff surgery before my break is over.
another example of this crazy niceness is the pleasant conversations that spring up everywhere. when i lived in chicago i couldn’t get anybody to say three words to me and got plenty of nasty looks for trying. then i moved to mississippi and if i happened to venture a simple question of “how are you today?” i had to block off 40 mins just to hear the short answer. minnesotans seem to have perfected the art of pleasant conversation: not too long, not too short, but just right. goldilocks would love it here.
i’m not gonna take the time to go into the peculiarities of the way everybody fights to hold doors open or the way people will literally pull over and stop so you can pass them, or the other things that make us just plain weird (i have an image to keep and expectations to keep low ya know), but if you ever get the opportunity to trek on up to the northland you may want to jump at the opportunity (but don’t forget to pack your bug spray)...
i think i would love minnesota-all those nice people and cute cows and nice trees....sounds lovely. except, i don't like snow, or too many bugs...and what's a rusk?
ReplyDeletekerr- seriously, this is driving me nuts! i had to google "rusk" since you never answered me...are these definitions right?? because i think that by placing them in context they seem right to me...let me know!
ReplyDeleteDefinitions of Rusk on the Web:
* A light dough that is baked until crisp. Sometimes contains dried fruit, muesli or other flavouring ingredients.
* zwieback: slice of sweet raised bread baked again until it is brown and hard and crisp
you crack me up... minnesotan style: it's really just a piece of crispy toasted bread with cinnamon and sugar
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