This month: - The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice - Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett - Estonian Soviet Poetry
Languages are not livestock
‘Parlay petty fronsay,’ said my colleague, as he jocularly replied to the French teacher at our school upon exiting the staff room. No sooner had the door swung shut than one of the teachers roared, ‘He's butchering the language!’ Of course, this was a joke. But there's something about that phrase that aggravates me. The idea that language is some kind of sacred cow, some unassailable bastion of purity that must not be sullied by the butcher's knives of the linguistic proletariat.
Cavando el hoyo
Leer blogs es como cavar un hoyo y llenarlo de nuevo.
Me refiero a los hipervínculos. Imagínate: estás leyendo una entrada de blog que menciona otra, y sigues el vínculo, que en si misma tiene dos vínculos, y cada de esos artículos tiene tres, y rápidamente la cosa se despliega...
Picking favourites
I used to be awful at knowing what I liked. The question I always dreaded as a child was "What's your favourite film / song / TV show / game?". I never knew what to say. This continued into much of my adult life, although now I could answer at least some of them.
An Internet without expectations
The Internet is fantastic without expectations. That's how it was when I was younger.
Polyglot Paradox
Why do polyglots spend all their time talking English? Maybe that's a facetious question. After all, YouTube is full of videos entitled Polyglot Speaks 20 Languages, Two Polyglots With a Combined Number of 50 Languages Meet--You'll Never Guess What Happens Next!, and The Polyglot Baby Who Learned 5 Languages in the Womb.
Recuperarse de una cirugía – ¡es más duro de lo que se piensa!
La historia de mi hombro es larga y triste pero acostumbro resumirla así: me lo disloqué por primera vez hace 11 años al caerme de una bicicleta en una senda rocosa y rural en pleno Cornwall, la región qué forma la punta suroeste del Reino Unido que tiene una sola sala de emergencias plagada de una congestión interminable; me herí la segunda vez festejando mi vigésimo primer cumpleaños danzando al estilo Vogue con demasiado entusiasmo, y desde entonces me lo he dislocado una decena de veces, en ocasiones haciendo cosas muy simples como bajarme del autobús.
Welcome to my twisted blog
I've been an Internet Kid since my early years, from forums to Bebo to Facebook to YouTube, with a healthy dose of Suffering throughout. I have a podcast, which seems to be the 21st-century equivalent of... something. I was gonna say a mullet, but I'm afraid I still don't understand the past and future significance of them.
The Polyglot Lion 