My week in words, starting obscenely early on Monday and ending deliciously late this Friday's morn.
Vascular Surgery.
The Suede in Blue Suede Shoes.
Saying the numbers after a decimal point.
Lobsters and crabs.
Wouldn't it be nice by the Beach Boys as an example of unreal conditionals.
The British National Corpus.
What it means to be down to earth.
The untimely death of a beloved dog.
Sharing in the joy of the conjugation of the verb "set".
Outsourcing and counting on someone.
Funding/walker in the sky/walker in disguise.
The role of the goalkeeper in football/wedding anniversaries.
The significance of the private yacht in the lifestyle of the extremely rich Brazilian.
Sharing in the joy of the conjugation of the verb "cut".
Burst lips.
Tips on how to ride a horse safely.
La Nouvelle Vague movement in French cinema.
The manifold virtues of the BBC Voices web page.
What it means to flicker out.
Citizens Advice Bureaus/models(architectural).
Singing in and out of tune.
Applying cream/worst case scenarios/paces of life and load-bearing capacities.
Work as a verb and as a noun (oft-revisited topic).
Dog breeds/bigotry/ bringing and being brought to justice/The Frisian Islands/scepticism and skepticism.
sexta-feira, 22 de maio de 2009
quinta-feira, 7 de maio de 2009
Parking Infraction
A year with the car in Sao Paulo and I get my first parking fine. On which street?
Rua Leão Coroado. Crowned Lion Street. My crime: absent conduct.
quinta-feira, 16 de abril de 2009
Meat Maps
This blog pays homage to my taste for meat by celebrating the great diversity in cultural life through the eyes of a butcher:
The UK
Brazil
Our dog has a mental meat map too. A mental meat map of our entire neighbourhood. Of the whereabouts of all pet shops, and the most likely locations for successfully sniffing out chucked away chicken wings and disregarded racks of ribs. Street meat, so to speak.
The UK
Brazil
Our dog has a mental meat map too. A mental meat map of our entire neighbourhood. Of the whereabouts of all pet shops, and the most likely locations for successfully sniffing out chucked away chicken wings and disregarded racks of ribs. Street meat, so to speak.
quarta-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2009
supremely trivial mundane membranes will smother all unthinkably lame namers of names
First off, Happy New Year.
Well, it's been a good while, and I don't know quite what i can do in terms of making up for all this lost time. I think nothing. I must constantly remind myself that I'm doing this for me and not for you. Even with that hurdle overcome, there are so many obstacles obstructing the paths that led me up to writing this.
The very keyboard I am using is FUCKED. The "L" key doesn't work, unless I first press "K" . Pay close attention here, there may well be some instances of missing letter L's, scattered throughout this bog. It's incredibly annoying. I want to throw our 10 year old Sony Vaio from our 10 storey window. I shoudn't thoughl. How many modern devices ike that have such a remarkabe ifespanl.
We had a guy round here once to repair a pane of glass that had started to crack in our living room window. The man I called out to do the job was, on first appraisal, both hapless and hopeless. That initial judgement proved to be entirely accurate. I watched on in horror as he dropped his hammer, not once, but twice, 10 floors to the street below. Fortunately, no one passing below at the time had the misfortune of breaking the hammer's fall, but it could easily have been quite different. In a fatal way.
Anyway, I've had enough for now. I'll leave you with a bit of what's on my tiny little mind right this very instant:
What are the limits of language? What can be said and what cannot? Is there a real difference between a dialect and a language?
How many uses are there for the word quite in English?
I've decided that as a teacher I should trade in descriptions and not explanations wherever possible.
Some mild mispronunciation fun:
"When I go home tonight, I'll asses my email account."
Bye for now.
Well, it's been a good while, and I don't know quite what i can do in terms of making up for all this lost time. I think nothing. I must constantly remind myself that I'm doing this for me and not for you. Even with that hurdle overcome, there are so many obstacles obstructing the paths that led me up to writing this.
The very keyboard I am using is FUCKED. The "L" key doesn't work, unless I first press "K" . Pay close attention here, there may well be some instances of missing letter L's, scattered throughout this bog. It's incredibly annoying. I want to throw our 10 year old Sony Vaio from our 10 storey window. I shoudn't thoughl. How many modern devices ike that have such a remarkabe ifespanl.
We had a guy round here once to repair a pane of glass that had started to crack in our living room window. The man I called out to do the job was, on first appraisal, both hapless and hopeless. That initial judgement proved to be entirely accurate. I watched on in horror as he dropped his hammer, not once, but twice, 10 floors to the street below. Fortunately, no one passing below at the time had the misfortune of breaking the hammer's fall, but it could easily have been quite different. In a fatal way.
Anyway, I've had enough for now. I'll leave you with a bit of what's on my tiny little mind right this very instant:
What are the limits of language? What can be said and what cannot? Is there a real difference between a dialect and a language?
How many uses are there for the word quite in English?
I've decided that as a teacher I should trade in descriptions and not explanations wherever possible.
Some mild mispronunciation fun:
"When I go home tonight, I'll asses my email account."
Bye for now.
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