…or, how is translanguaging like macaroni?

“Yankee Doodle” is, for me, the most American of patriotic songs, despite its ridiculous lyrics (“stuck a feather in his hat and called it macaroni”? Really?). South of the border, the Yankee Doodling this week has been on or about presidential ballots—a tangled mess of spaghetti still on the boil. I propose that we leave our friends and neighbours to the litigious complexities of their Electoral College and refresh ourselves with a plunge into the distant past of translanguaging. How is it like macaroni?

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