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2004-08-06 tea (utc+1)
Come for the prinsessgossip, stay for the dejtnings?
Well, not exactly, but since the aforeheretomentioned dejtnings
service Du och Jag ("You and I [grammer]") is bundled in with
membership and I am after all somewhat unattached...
A lot of frankly impertinent questions it asked me on the registration,
though but, and having finally negociated that, all the wimmins seem
to suffer from
- levnadsgladhet (I dunno,
"pleased-with-life-ness". Sounds distressingly perky, however you
slice it);
- sportiness; and in many cases
- an quite unwholesome enthusiasm for Nature.
You can search for things, but you can't search for an antipathy to
things.
There's also a helpful article made up of interviews with persons of
sexuality for the benefit of those other than thereof, from which you
clan glean useful tips for your many uppchattnings about what wimmins
of lesboticity look for in a man. (I think it was meant to make more
sense than this, but it doesn't.)
Still, composing a plausible profile of my own to replace the hurried
stub that's there now will be Good Practice.
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2004-08-06 11:36
�1. Tact in Welsh!
We are so very
Eisteddfod!
[At the 2004 Eisteddfod,] some members of the audience booed a speaker
who addressed the meeting in English.
Laura McAllister was greeted with cries of "rheol Gymraeg" (Welsh-only
rule) at the Tomorrow's Wales meeting.
Lord Elis-Thomas made the comment in Welsh "ffasgwyr iaith" (language
fascists) when they refused to allow her to continue.
What exceptionally fun things we are learning to say! Let's divide up
into pairs, and one of you shouts "Rheol Gymraeg!" and the other
shouts back "Ffasgwyr iaith!".
Come on, that's not shouting! Try it again, and this time with
feeling!
�2. Molbohistorier
More
tact!
The word "molbo", while literally referring to an inhabitant of the
Danish village Mols on the western coast of Jutlandia, denotes in the
Scandinavian languages (at least in Danish and Norwegian) a very silly
and ridiculous person. Hence a Molbo-story describes what happens when
the molbos of Mols try to solve problems of greater or lesser
difficulty. As one might guess, they invariably fail to solve them...
With hilarious
consequences!
Molboerne skulle engang grave en br�nd. De fik under udgravningen en
stor bunke jord til overs, som de ikke vidste, hvad de skulle g�re
ved, for den kunne jo ikke ligge der og flyde. En af dem fandt da p�,
at de skulle grave et hul et andet sted og komme jorden deri. Det
syntes de andre var et godt forslag, men lidt efter spurgte en dog
bet�nkelig: "Ja, men hvor skal vi s� g�re af den bunke jord, som vi
f�r til overs, n�r hullet gravet?" Den klogeste af molboerne svarede:
"Jo, det er da ligetil! Vi graver selvf�lgelig hullet s� stort, at det
kan rumme begge bunkerne p� een gang!"
Some Molbos wanted to dig a well. The soil they dug out started to
pile up, and they didn't know what to do, because they certainly
couldn't just leave it lying arounnd. One of them came up with the
plan that they should dig another hole somewhere else and put the soil
in that. It seemed like a good suggestion, but after a while one of
them ask thoughtfully, "Yes, but what are we going to do with the pile
of soil we dig out of the new hole?" The wisest Molbo answered, "Oh,
that's simple! We'll dig the hole big enough to have room for both
piles!"
�3. Bilbohistorier
A bilbo, on the other hand, is a
mobile home, and
Iceland - land of ice and ice, where the docile and sure-footed blonde
wimmins, descended from those brought by Vikings, have a unique fifth
gait, etc etc - is currently suffering from a plague of Norwegish
touristes thuswisely equipped. (The photo is certainly striking, even
if you have not the Norwegish.)
The great advantage of a motorised self-contained accommodation, of
course, is that there is no need to dig a hole of any sort, so we
shall never know for sure.
[Tak to Bjorn for
linkages]
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2004-08-06 10:05
I am reading a long
long artikell on permatanned ex-partyprinsess Madde of Sweden's
mending of her ways. (Except the tan, of course.)
But the link will do you no good, Varied Reader, if - unlike me - you
have not paid cold hard cash to subscribe to Aftonbladet's premium
content.
My subscriptions now are to an electronic edition of a Swedish
tabloid, and the paper edition of Frenchbladet Courrier
International. I don't know about citizenship, but global
consumption I can certainly do.
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2004-08-05 16:03
First, sugar:
At a meeting in Geneva to discuss free trade, the WTO upheld a
complaint filed by Brazil, Australia and Thailand. They accused the
EU of breaking trade rules by providing sugar export subsidies in
excess of WTO limits. Development agency Oxfam called the WTO's
decision "a triumph for developing countries".
This 'bladet continues to endorse Oxfam as the global social
conscience we are too idle and ill-informed to manage in-house, so
hoorah! from us, also.
Happily, though, we have ample resources in reserve for prinsessor:
R�publicain(ne)s may complain their hearts out (preferably
outside my earshot) but just think what would become of Danmark's
flourishing millenery trade without their prinsessly patron!
In the same way that the FDRUSA has historically used national defence
("defense") as an excuse to prime economic development by pumping
megabucks of tax-payers' money into the military-industrial complex,
and has recently taken to transferring an additional tidy wedge into
the private incarceration sector of its highly-profitable "penal"
system, the expense of maintaining the Danish royal family more than
pulls its weight in keeping boutique frockeries, hattistes and very
probably flower-strewers in business.
And you can't get more hard-headedly capitaliste than that, for sure.
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2004-08-05 12:34
�1. EX-TER-MIN-ATE!
"Star Wars is adolescent nonsense; Close Encounters is obscurantist
drivel; Star Trek can turn your brains to pur�e of bat guano; and the
greatest science fiction series of all time is Doctor Who! And I'll
take you all on, one-by-one or all in a bunch to back it up!"
-- Harlan Ellison
EX-TER-MIN-ATE!!
"I am absolutely delighted that the Terry Nation estate and the BBC
have been able to reach agreement on terms for the use of the Daleks
in the new Doctor Who series," said Tim Hancock, agent for the Terry
Nation estate.
EX-TER-MIN-ATE!!!
Lets CE-LE-BRATE! by declaring it Tact With Daleks Day!
�2. EX-PUL-SI-ATE!
"Expulsion is the method which, in so far as we have been able to see,
will be the most satisfactory and lasting. There will be no mixture of
populations to cause endless trouble," declared
British prime minister Winston Churchill. "A clean sweep will be
made."
That would be the Sudetenland, of course.
RE-PAR-ATE!
A fringe German group, the Prussian Trust, has begun a series of
lawsuits against Poland to recover property seized after the war - a
move which has prompted near national hysteria as Warsaw remembers the
200,000 Poles slaughtered by the Nazis in the 1944 uprising.
HYS-TER-I-ATE!
�3. EU-PHOR-I-ATE!
Deep in the bowels of the State Library in Berlin, the yellowing pages
of German newspapers tell the forgotten story of a mass poetic
enthusiasm unseen before or since. The 90-year-old pages crackle as
they turn from headlines proclaiming mobilisation and predicting
swift victory, to thousands of poems.
"Leave fear behind! Wherever we must fight, our shots will strike! And
our cannons are loaded with live fire," reads one. It is typical of
the euphoric war poetry that swamped the German press after war was
declared in the first days of August 1914.
WE WILL BE VICTORIOUS! EX-TER-MIN-ATE!
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2004-08-05 morning (utc+1)
The Norwegish coast in summertime! The Hurtigruten coastal
express boat! The fjords! The glorious Lofoten islands! The rugged
rocky coast! The glaciers! The sparkling crystal blue water! The
endless days in the midnight sun!
Rubbish, isn't it?
Et amerikansk ektepar krever � f� tilbakebetalt hurtigrutebiletten
fordi midnattsola de fikk se, var n�yaktig den samme som de hadde i
USA. Vi reiste ikke til Norge for � se v�r egen sol. Guiden fors�kte
� forklare hva midnattsola er, men turistene st�r p� sitt.
Vi er blitt svindlet, raste de, og krevde pengene tilbake.
An American couple demanded a refund on their Hurtigruten tickets
because the midnight sun they saw was precisely the same sun they had
in the USA. "We didn't travel to Norway to see our own sun." The
guide tried to explain what the midnight sun is, but the touristes
stuck to their guns.
"We've been cheated," they fumed, and demanded their money back.
Insufficient respect, to my mind, is accorded to the inventiveness of
American folk-cosmology. What model of the universe where these
persons using? Perhaps a geocentrique one in which a mysterious second
sun orbits the earth out of phase with the usual one, and can be glimpsed
only from extreme latitudes. Rather than simply mock their na�vety,
it would surely have been preferable to establish the parameters of
their conceptual universe.
And then mock their na�vety, for sure.
Anyway, the bladet in question seems to specialise in displays of
tact:
Mens arbeidsl�sheten stiger, 10 000 �steuropeere har f�tt
arbeidstillatel
While unemployment climbs, 10,000 Eastern Europeans get
work-permits
I'm sure that Oslo's pony-tailed pre-bubble-burstning Web design�rs
are devastated that all the minimum wage jobs gutting fish are going
to Poles and Latvians.
[Touriste-tact link via Anna
K, outboard social conscience by David]
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2004-08-04 post-samwidge (utc+1)
�1. My kingdom for a source!
An
alleged source:
As of 1988, the U.S. census bureau determined that a stunning 13% of
the population believe that some portion of the earth's moon is
actually comprised of cheese.
They did,
did they?
�2. Would you some nice German to learn like?
Me too! These persons want to help. Check
out the first
section of lesson one for an experience that is instructive, if
not especially in German.
�3. Screen queen Knudella reigns ratings!
Kronprinsparret er suver�ne til at lokke familien Danmark til sk�rmen:
Af ugens 20 mest sete TV-programmer tegner Mary og Frederik sig for de
seks, deraf nr. �t og to p� listen.
The kronprinscouple are king when it comes to gluing Danish families
to the screen: of the weeks most seen TV-programmes kronprinsess
Knudella and her bloke account for six, including both first and second
places.
Hoorah! Isn't it time for a dedicated cable Knudella channel? One
with an InterWeb feed? I'll do the theme
tune, in return for a lifetime subscription:
Where did you get that hat?
Where did you get that tile?
Isn't it a nobby one,
And just the proper style?
I should like to have one
Just the same as that!
Where'er I go they shout! "Hello!
Where did you get that hat?"
�4. Foopball!
Foopball, foopball, foopball!
It's party-time all the time at the UK's Radio Foopball ("Five Live")
as foopball makes its triumphant return, but the coverage is sadly not
in Foreign there, so we shun it.
Instead we rely on Norwegish trashbladet VG to keep us in
touch with all the latest gossips:
Hva skjer i engelsk fotball 2004?
What's happening in Engleesh foopball in 2004?
What indeed?
Les bleus de Chelsea didn't follow my brilliant plan of buying
all the foopball players in the whole world, so that their
opponents would be reduced to fielding sides of wimmins, childrens,
cripples, household pets and even Americans, but the new manager has
bought pretty much an entire squad at ridiculously inflated prices
("For Chelsea's spendthrift Russian hero, you certainly should add a
zero", as the old foopball proverb runs) and had really better win
everything, or he'll be a laughing stock.
"Kto
kogo!"* as we Chelsea fans like to quip, "Kto kogo!"
* pronounced more
like "ktoh kaVOH?", of course.
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2004-08-04 fika (utc+1)
Sadly, I couldn't get any of the online gambling dens to talk to any
of my browsers - they are so very sophisticated! - so I don't stand to
cash in on my cynicisme but the record
shows that I predicted an Osama October back in April, and now in
the wake of this week's conveniently-timed security "alert" Pascal
Riche of Lib�bladet remarks
that the meme's gone mainstream:
Je discutais tout-�-l'heure avec un de mes confr�res journalistes,
un am�ricain qui couvre la Maison Blanche. Il est convaincu, lui
aussi, que cette alerte est purement politique ("�a leur ressemble
bien"). Comme bien d'autres, il ne serait pas surpris que Ben Laden
soit d�j� rep�r� par les services am�ricains et que Bush attende le
mois d'octobre pour donner un feu vert � son arrestation. Les
�lecteurs am�ricains ne risqueraient pas de trouver cela un peu gros?
"C'est pas le genre de probl�me qui embarrasse les gens de l'�quipe
Bush", assure mon confr�re.
I was talking a while ago with one of my fellow journalistes, an
American who covers the White House. He is also convinced that the
alert is purely political ("it certainly looks that way"). Like plenty
of others, he wouldn't be surprised if bin Laden had already been
located by the American intelligence services and Bush were waiting
for the month of October to give the green light for his arrest.
Isn't there a risk the American electorate might find that a bit
crude? "That's not the kind of problem that bothers the persons in
the Bush team," my colleague insists.
For sure.
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2004-08-04 09:49
With the silly season well and truly upon us, TV2
has an assortment of somethings, from which:
Snurre Spretts stemme, Mel Blanc, likte ikke gulr�tter.
Bugs Bunny's voice, Mel Blanc, didn't like carrots.
13 prosent av amerikanerne tror at deler av m�nen er laget av
ost.
13 percent of Americans believe that parts of the moon are made of cheese.
Which provokes from me the observation or remark that my conception of
uselessness is quite different from theirs: not a single source is
cited for any of these somethings, which is a form of uselessness I
find hard to forgive, and presumably not the one they had in mind.
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2004-08-03 tea (utc+1)
The silly Engleesh are thoughtfully
taking up the slack in rural France created by urbanisation of the
native population, not least in the Dordogne.
Avec trois vols quotidiens reliant Bergerac � des villes anglaises,
les commuters se rient du Channel: quatre jours dans les bureaux de la
City pour trois � la maison - une ferme p�rigourdine
pomponn�e comme un cottage, o� vivent � demeure femme, enfants,
labrador et canaris. Lanc�e il y a une vingtaine d'ann�es par une
poign�e d'intellos et de snobs, la mode prend depuis deux ou trois
ans des allures d'invasion. La Dordogne, c'est l'Arcadie des
Anglais. Et les nouveaux arrivants sont de plus en plus jeunes et
actifs. Ils ach�tent une ruine et la transforment � grands frais:
g�tes ruraux, bed and breakfast, h�tels-pubs se multiplient... Ils
donnent du travail aux ma�ons et charpentiers du coin, remplissent de
leur prog�niture les �coles communales et installent petit � petit une
convivialit� inspir�e des clubs et des pubs: comme ces habitu�s qui,
depuis dix ans, viennent de tout le d�partement pour l'ap�ritif
rituel du dimanche midi sur la place de Monpazier (plut�t stout que
pastis), ou ceux qui participent aux concerts de la Soci�t� musicale d'
Eymet (presque deux tiers de British) ou aux charity dinners du
Dordogne Ladie's Club.
With three flights a day linking Bergerac with English cities the
commuters laugh - hah! - at the Channel: four (4) days in the
office in the City for three (3) back at home - a farm from the
Perigoud done up as a cottage, where the wife, children, labrador and
canaries stay permanently. Started twenty-odd years ago by a handful
of snobs and intellectuals, the fashion is starting to look like an
invasion. The Dordogne is the Arcadia of Englishes. And the new
arrivals are increasingly younger and more active. They buy up a ruin
and transform it at great expense: country cottage for let, bed and
breakfast places and inns are multiplying... They're providing work
for the local masons and carpenters, filling the schools with their
childrens, and instilling little by little the conviviality born of
clubs and pubs, like the regulars who for ten years have been coming
from all over the d�partement for the ritual
ap�ratif of Sunday lunch on the square at Monpazier (stout
rather than pastis), or those who take part in the concerts of
the Musical Society of Eymet (almost two-thirds British) or at the charity
dinners of the Dordogne Ladies' Club.
It seems to be a not unusual feature of ex-pat communities that they
cling with great tenacity to a way of life that is at least on its way
to becoming an anachronisme in the parent land: whether it's the silly
Engleesh playing cricket and conkers in the Dordogne or ethnique
Turkish immigrants in, say, the Netherlands retaining a narrower view
of Islam than has developed in Turkey. But so far the indigenously
Frenchy-French do not seem to consider that these silly Engleesh
int�gristes pose a significant threat to the integrity of the
Republique.
Meanwhile, a permanent British ex-pat sneers at
the British touristes in Cyprus, and who wouldn't?
The standard holiday uniform for the average British male in the 18 -
30 bracket is based around a vest proclaiming allegiance to his
homeland. On his lower half you'll see those funny little shorts that
joggers wear and can only hope that there is some support underneath.
Tattoos, earrings, baseball cap and sandals - thankfully never worn
with socks - or trainers finish the look.
Altogether, now:
Yes I quite agree with you, I mean what's the point of being treated
like a sheep, I mean I'm fed up with going abroad and being treated
like a sheep, what's the point of being carted around in buses
surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Boventry in
their cloth caps and their cardigans and their transistor radios and
their 'Sunday Mirrors', complaining about the tea, "Oh they don't make
it properly here do they not like at home" stopping at Majorcan
bodegas, selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamares
and two veg and sitting in cotton sun frocks squirting Timothy White's
suncream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh cos they
"overdid it on the first day"!
(Yes, we've quoted that before. And don't think we won't do it
again!)
[V'lobs linkage via C�line]
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2004-08-03 samwidge (utc+1)
�1. Norwegish cheese export subsidy crisis!
We like cheese! We even like Norwegish Jarlsberg cheese! (We can
take or leave, and especially leave, that sweet brown goaty cheese
they do though.) But now the future of Jarlsberg exports is
plunged
into crisis, and not in a good way:
WTO-avtalen kan s�rge for at Tine m� kutte produksjonen av Jarlsberg i
Norge med 12.500 tonn i �ret. Et hundretalls jobber vil g� fl�yten.
Som f�lge av avtalen som ble inng�tt natt til s�ndag, vil all
eksportst�tte til landbruksprodukter bli fjernet. For Tine Meierier er
det d�rlige nyheter.
The WTO agreement can mean that [Norwegish cheese corporation] Tine
will have to cut production of Jarlsberg in Norway by 12,500 tonnes a
year. A hundred jobs will be cut. As a consequence of the decision
reached on Sunday night, all export subsidies of farm produce will be
cut. For Tine Meierier this is bad news.
It is, however, good news for farmers in developing countries who will
no longer have to compete in markets rigged by the rich world's
enthusiasm for keeping its farmers in the manner to which they have
become accustomed.
�2. Prinsess privatisation proposal, slightly preposterous
Meanwhile Gustav Holmerg, laissez-faire fundamentaliste
extraordinaire, advocates privatising
the Swedish royal house, since the public purse has no business
supporting such an aspect of the entertainment industry:
F�r en del av n�jesindustrin �r vad den �r. N�gon ekonom eller etnolog
borde (eller det kanske redan �r gjort?) skriva om de europeiska
kungahusen som en del av upplevelseekonomin, n�got jag upplevde sj�lv
i somras n�r jag bes�kte Sofiero.
For a part of the entertainment industry is what it is. Some
economiste or anthropologiste should write (or maybe already has?)
about European royalty as a part of the leisure economy, something I
experience myself this summer when I visited Sofiero [a royal
ch�teau, palace or castle with gardens].
(He goes on to cite Bourdieu on fashion and transubstantiation in
connection with the UK's lamentable prins Charles's lamentable
range of boutique eco-hippy tat from his very own organique farm. But this
'bladet, while fond of Bourdieu, declines to discuss loser-boy
Charles.)
In any case, the economic impact of the UK royalty in touriste
revenues has been estimated*, and is quoted as being far greater than
the revenues of paying attractions explicitly connected with them: for
example, touristes have watched the changing of the guard at
Buckingham palace for countless generations, and it is only recently
that they have had the opportunity to be relieved of substantial cash
by way of an interior tour.
And I don't think the American touristes, for example, would flood
over quite so eagerly for a dynasty whose privileges were purely
economique: they can, after all, get that at home.
* I have no idea whether the estimates are trustworthy, of course.
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2004-08-03 morning (utc+1)
A nice BBC article
on Gibraltar and other enclaves ends:
And will anyone disturb Norwegian possession of Bouvet Island in the
South Atlantic which is uninhabited and covered with glaciers?
The Norwegian Penguins Liberation Front will, for sure.
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2004-08-02 16:58
If you'd heard of Caf�
Babel and didn't tell me, Varied Reader, you did (or rather left
undid) a thing other than which you should have done.
We learned of it, instead, via Courier
International, in an article by Gionata Pacor on bilingual
couples:
La cohabitation est le test d�cisif pour v�rifier la compatibilit� d'
un couple binational. Car chaque petite habitude de la vie quotidienne
peut donner lieu � un dilemme. Ainsi, dans les pays du nord et de l'
est de l'Europe, les gens enl�vent presque toujours leurs chaussures
quand ils entrent dans un domicile priv�, chose inimaginable en Italie
ou en Espagne. La diversit� des climats en est probablement la raison
: il est normal qu'en Slovaquie, o� il neige un quart de l'ann�e,
les gens prennent l'habitude d'enlever leurs chaussures quand ils
rentrent chez eux. Ce sont en g�n�ral les femmes qui imposent leurs
r�gles sur ce point, et elles les imposent aussi quand elles vivent
dans un pays aux conditions climatiques compl�tement diff�rentes de
leur pays d'origine.
Cohabitation is the acid test of compatability for a binational
couple. Because each of the habits of everyday life can give rise to
a dilemma. Thus, in the countries of northern and eastern Europe,
persons almost always take off their shoes when entering a private
dwelling, something unimaginable in Italy or Spain. Probably the
diversity of climates is behind this: in Slovakia, where it sn�s for a
quarter of the year, persons take care to remove their shoes when they
get home. It's generally the wimmins' rules that prevail on this
point, even when they are living in a country with a completely
different climate from their country of origin.
Marriage can certainly demand some give and also some take, but to
make a habit of treading sn� and slush into the carpets of your home
in Troms� or Bratislava is surely no small sacrifice, however Spanish
or Italian your wife may be.
Pour les couples binationaux, une question reste
souvent ouverte : o� se sent-on "chez soi" ? Dans une soci�t�
multiethnique et multiculturelle comme celle dans laquelle nous
vivons, et malgr� tous les efforts pour s'int�grer, on reste toujours
"l'Italien", "l'Allemande", "l'Espagnol", "la Russe". "Avec la
diversit� des exp�riences, nos racines auront plus ou moins d'
importance, mais de toute fa�on, c'est l� o� on se sentira le mieux
qu'on aura l'impression d'�tre chez soi", conclut Giovanni. Qui
sait si, un jour, on pourra dire qu'on se sent "chez soi en Europe" ?
For binational couples, one question often remains open: where do
they feel "at home"? In a multiethnique and multicultural society
like the one we live in, and despite all efforts to integrate, one is
always "the Italian", "the German", "the Spanish", "the Russian".
"With the diversity of experience, our roots will have a greater or
lesser importance, but in any case, it's where you feel best that
makes you feel you're at home," concludes Giovani [a 28-year old
living in D�sseldorf]. Who knows if one day it'll be possible to say
you feel "at home in Europe"?
Jag �r redan hos mig i Europa, tack. ("Je suis d�j� chez moi en Europe,
merci bien.")
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2004-08-02 fika (utc+1)
�1. Touristes say the funniest things!
If�lge Bergensavisen (BA) dukket en amerikaner opp ved
Turistinformasjonen i Bergen og spurte om � f� kart over hvor
vikingene bodde. Han var overbevist om at de fremdeles levde.
According to Bergenavisen [a newsbladet, for sure], an American turned
up at the Bergen touriste information office and asked for a map of
where the vikings lived. He was convinced they were still around.
�2. "Donald", Norway?
The duck is Kalle Anka ("Charley Duck") in Sweden, and Anders And
("Andy Duck") in Denmark, but just plain Donald Duck in Norway,
apparently. A duck by any name would entertain, though, which is
more than can be said of the lamentable Mouse: like Superman and
Charlie Chaplin, the status of Most Iconic Exemplar of a genre immediately
sucks the air out of any material they infest, leaving it drab and second-rate.
While the Duck rules:
- Donald er sjefen. Det er han flest sp�r om, sier Jan Petter Krogh
ved Tegneseriemuseet og viser frem et eksemplar av det f�rste
Donald-heftet utgitt i Norge.
"Donald is the boss. It's him that most persons ask about", says Jan
Petter Krogh at the Cartoonmuseum and shows an example of the first
Donald-collection put out in Norway.
�3. Streichholzsh�chtelchen?
Streichholzsh�chtelchen!
The German language council will spend the next couple of months
sorting through thousands of entries for the most beautiful word in
the German language.
[...]
According to the German language council website, someone from
Melbourne suggested Streichholzsh�chtelchen (matchbox) because "if as
foreigner you can pronounce it, then you can pronounce everything -
and that's nice".
Marvellous. We are very fond at this 'bladet of German languageistes'
increasing desparate gimmicks to preserve the language's status as
the third Yoorpean heavyweight. So much so, that we have declared
August "learn German month". Streichholzsh�chtelchen!
[UPDATE: It's Streichholzsch�chtelchen, silly Upsidedownian! Streichholzsch�chtelchen, for sure!]
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2004-08-02 10:13
Here comes the sun! Again!
�ntligen sol - nu kommer v�rmen.
Aftonbladets v�derexpert lovar 30 grader i augusti
Sun at last - heat's coming. Aftonbladet's weatherexpert promises 30
degrees [Celcius] in August.
This perpetually-deferred summer riff is almost as good as the
old-time sn�kaos, isn't it? For what it's worth, Swedishes, it's been
baking in Blighty over the weekend. It's a very August sweltering
hotness, and the waspses are loving it.
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