/ˈmɛθəd/
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#2: /m/ | |
Lips | The lips are together. |
Air | The air comes out of the nose. There is no flow of air through the mouth. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
#3: /ɛ/ | |
Tongue | The tongue tip touches the back of the bottom front teeth. The middle part of the tongue arches up towards the roof of the mouth. |
Jaw | The jaw drops. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
#4: /θ/ | |
Tongue | The tip of the tongue comes through the teeth. |
Jaw | The jaw and the mouth relax. |
Air | Air passes through the mouth. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords do not vibrate. |
#5: /ə/ | |
Tongue | The tongue remains forward and relaxed. |
Lips | The lips relax. |
Jaw | The jaw drops. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
#6: /d/ | |
Tongue | The tongue comes up. The front part touches the roof of the mouth behind the top teeth. Then it pulls down to release the air. |
Teeth | The teeth are together. Then they separate. |
Air | First, the air stops. Then it flows. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
Fickle Fred found a frantic method To mix mismatched socks without any boredom! He flipped and flopped, he twisted and turned, With a wild grin, his socks were churned! In a jiffy, he juggled the crazy lengths, With his method, he danced a socky dance! His feet were stylin' in patterns galore, Leaving folks giggling, wanting more! With a wave of his hand and a whirl of his wrist, Each pair he matched just perfectly, no twist! Oh, the joy he brought, with his sock-sorting skill, Faster than a cheetah, with a gleeful thrill! So if your sock drawer's a tangled mess, Seek out Fickle Fred, he's the best, no less! His method's a marvel, his talent supreme, Sock sorting like you've never seen!
Romantic love allows you to focus mating energy. Attachment sustains that relationship as long as necessary to raise your baby.
Helen Fisher
roʊˈmæntɪk lʌv əˈlaʊz ju tu ˈfoʊkəs ˈmeɪtɪŋ ˈɛnərʤi əˈtæʧmənt səˈsteɪnz ðæt riˈleɪʃənˌʃɪp æz lɔŋ æz ˈnɛsəˌsɛri tu reɪz jʊər ˈbeɪbi