Birda gripo?
April 25th, 2006I’m sorry, Esperanto world, but I can only laugh when I discover that “bird flu” comes out as “birda gripo” in Esperanto.
OH NO, THE DREADED BIRDA GRIPO.
Right, thank you for reading my immature blog post.
I’m sorry, Esperanto world, but I can only laugh when I discover that “bird flu” comes out as “birda gripo” in Esperanto.
OH NO, THE DREADED BIRDA GRIPO.
Right, thank you for reading my immature blog post.
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Wait, wait, I thought you were –
Oh forget it.
This morning I took a walk in the small subdivision of London where I’m staying, and I had an odd experience.
A couple of people came up to me and asked to interview me — I said I wasn’t British, but they said it didn’t matter. So I figured ok, whatever.
So they show me this picture of what appeared to be a parliament meeting in Asia, which had devolved into fisticuffs. They asked me what it was, and I guessed it was Korea. They said it was actually Taiwan, and would I vote for those PMs if I were a constituent? Of course I said no, and when they asked me why, I said that parliaments were supposed to be about diplomacy, not fistfights.
They said something along the lines of “good answer.”
And then we made some small talk & they left.
And I felt weird, when I had a second to think about it when they weren’t pointing the camera at me. It was almost like I was fleeced — I had no idea how my statement would be used, what their viewpoints were…
I mean, they could have been Xinhua trying to gather “unbiased” foreign opinions about the Taiwanese government…
And that made me feel a little ill.
If I’m ever asked to be interviewed like that again, I won’t do it unless the interviewers tell me who they are, where the interview will be seen, and how to contact them.
Live and learn, I guess.
Oh boy…
Made-up language makes for tough translation
“Many of the singers have sung in a dead language, but never in a made-up language,” laughs chorus Music Director L. Brett Scott. “Normally when you sing in a foreign language there is someone in the choir who speaks it, or you can track down someone who has studied the language or who can help. But you can’t do that with Elvish. ”
You gotta be kidding me!
Obviously these orchestra types don’t fraternize with D&D types.