{"id":1009,"date":"2013-11-05T15:48:50","date_gmt":"2013-11-05T20:48:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.falconphotography.net\/blog\/?p=1009"},"modified":"2016-11-29T19:15:06","modified_gmt":"2016-11-30T00:15:06","slug":"the-better-to-know-you-houston-photographer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.falconphotography.net\/blog\/the-better-to-know-you-houston-photographer\/","title":{"rendered":"The Better To Know You | Houston Portrait Photographer"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Oh, You&#8217;re From Louisiana? Say Something in Cajun.<\/h1>\n<p>When people meet me and learn that I am from Louisiana, the normal round of questions follow about life in Louisiana. Many questions about what type of pet did you have&#8230; An alligator, right? And questions about the cuisine&#8230; Do you really eat crawfish? And how about LSU&#8230; Do they really party that hard at the football games?<\/p>\n<h2>The Elusive Cajun Accent<\/h2>\n<p>One story that eventually comes out (when my wife is around) is about my &#8220;Cajun accent&#8221; and that it rarely noticeable in my everyday speech. You see, I grew up in the city of Baton Rouge but am of <a title=\"What is a Cajun?\" href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Cajun\" target=\"_blank\">Cajun heritage<\/a>. Growing up in the city, my Cajun accent usually comes out only when I am speaking to someone else who is of Cajun heritage. Most people who meet me say that I do not have a particular accent.<a href=\"http:\/\/www.falconphotography.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/talking_cajun.png\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-1014\" title=\"Talking Cajun\" src=\"http:\/\/www.falconphotography.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/talking_cajun.png\" alt=\"Talking Cajun\" width=\"426\" height=\"383\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.falconphotography.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/talking_cajun.png 426w, http:\/\/www.falconphotography.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/talking_cajun-333x300.png 333w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 426px) 100vw, 426px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>On one such occasion, a good friend from college (yes, LSU) and I were talking when over my shoulder I hear &#8220;There it is!&#8221; from my wife. She and a friend were laughing at my friend and\u00a0me who were having a chat over a couple of beers in full on <a title=\"Cajun English\" href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Cajun_English\" target=\"_blank\">Cajun accent<\/a>. Just like that a story gets a life of it&#8217;s own. From that point on my wife enjoys reminiscing over that specific occasion to tell new friends about my Cajun accent. And really, it is hardly noticeable!<\/p>\n<p>Recently, I came across a website with an item\u00a0called &#8220;<a title=\"The Cajun Test\" href=\"http:\/\/recipecircus.com\/recipes\/boozeinc\/CAJUN\/CAJUN_TEST.html\" target=\"_blank\">The Cajun Test<\/a>.&#8221; I have to say that it was a great read on how most Hollywood TV or movie scripts get the depiction of Cajun life\/speech so wrong. It was a fun read for this Cajun boy to remind me of the things I do not hear that much living here in Houston. Unless I am having a few beers with my friend and we get on a roll about our childhood lives.<\/p>\n<p>P.S. My wife likes to joke about my accent but she was born in Mississippi and her Southern drawl comes out when she visits home! &#8216;Nuff said.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Oh, You&#8217;re From Louisiana? Say Something in Cajun. When people meet me and learn that I am from Louisiana, the normal round of questions follow about life in Louisiana. 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