dimarts, 2 setembre de 2014

Sort of back to work now...

Ok, ja tornem a estar aqui, almenys en cos. La ment encara està mig de vacances - i si afegim que fins el 15 de setembre els xiquets no comencen l'escola i jo només treballo de tarde-nit, pos, encara farem alguna cosa més; festes de Tortosa, platja, alguna piscina ....
Hem passat 3 setmanes a Anglaterra, i ara toca tornar a adaptar-nos als horaris/menjar/ritme de vida/temps aqui ja que 3 setmanes donen per molta desconexxio!
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Finally back here again - back home? Who knows, as "home" is a tricky concept! After 3 weeks in England where we completely disconnected from our normal life, now it's the time to adapt once more to timetables/eating habits/work hours/weather etc here. Luckily it's a soft landing for me as, even though I started work yesterday, the kids are still off till the 15th and I am only working afternoon-evenings until then, so there'll be plenty of time for beaches and playing still... and maybe a bit of blogging as we have many things to mention regarding our holidays!


dimarts, 26 agost de 2014

Anything goes - Ella Fitzgerald

And finally, imagine adding the amazing songs of Cole Porter to the voice of Ella Fitzgerald - pure magic! While other 18 year olds were looking out for Bruce Springsteen or U2, there I was looking for special offer on Ella Fitzgerald jazz cassettes!

dilluns, 11 agost de 2014

T'ain't nobody's business if I do - Bessie Smith

From Billie Holiday, someone (probably my brother) said you should try Bessie Smith. So, off to Barnsley library we went...

divendres, 8 agost de 2014

Summertime - Billie Holiday

A l'estiu el blog se calma una mica, i habitualment fem uns quants apunts pausats i tranquils sobre un tema o grup de musica en concret. Aquest any, també. 
Quan tenia 15 o 16 anys, era una esponja amb ganes de saber-ne tot sobre tot tipus de musica, i ves per on, vaig acabar descobrint a la Billie Holiday - basicament per l'historia d'ella. 
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As usual the blog will slow down over the next few summer weeks, with a few mono-themed songs to keep the heat at bay (which doesn't necessarily mean I have gone on holiday and am not sitting behind the front door with a loaded shotgun, Mr. Burglar).
This year, jazz/blues singers. When I was about 15 I had a huge thirst for music knowledge. Raiding my parents' collection, local libraries, friends' LPs, studying music magazine, I wanted to know and to hear everything. So as friends were listening to the latest 1982 hit, for some reason - basically for her tragic history - I stumbled across Billie Holiday.


diumenge, 3 agost de 2014

Looking back, and onwards...

Interrumpim aquesta serie d'apunts interessants per posar una mica de publicitat - encara que més que publicitat, són més ganes de compartir en vatros la nostra satisfacció a la feina ben feta que hem aconseguit fer aquests anys gràcies a la confiança de la gent que ha volgut treballar en nosaltres.
En fi, potser heu vist a la columna de la dreta que tenim un altre blog on intentem posar apunts sobre temes de llengua o alguna feina que hem fet? Bé, ara hem fet una pausa de l'estiu per mirar cap enrere i resumir aquests ultims 3 o 4 anys. Si us interessa, clikeja aqui. Si no, pos, igualment vaig a posar un exemple a continuació - vam tenir l'oportunitat de posar l'anglès a aquesta joia d'espot promocional de Tortosa.
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Interrupting this run of interesting blog posts with a cheap plug for our work! Seriously, more than publicity for our humble little company, I just fancied sharing with you our satisfaction with the variety of work we've managed to do over the last few years thanks to the amazing clients who've taken on our services.
Some of you may have noticed that over here on the left I link another blog - the one I run with my partner (and wife), speaking (far too rarely) about language issues or highlighting some of our work. Well, the latest post is a sort-of summary of all we've done over recent years. If you're interested, click here. If not, you're still getting one example below - we wrote the English subtitles for this brilliant promo video of Tortosa (where we live).


dijous, 31 juliol de 2014

Bordo Sarkany at the Tortosa Renaissance Festival

Una de les coses que més m'agrada de la Festa del Reneixement, a banda dels 72 hores de desconectar totalment del segle 21 i la feina, i gaudir amb familia saludant la gent que no has vist en tot un any, i bevent cervesa i menjant pel carrer etc, és la possibilitat de veure grans musics pel carrer. Aquest any hem descobert aquest grup.
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The Renaissance Festival in Tortosa is a great time - 72 hours disconnected from work and worries, just enjoying a grand time with family meeting all your friends out and about, eating and drinking, checking out all the activities - and for some, the "enjoyment" of staring at a telephone screen meanwhil to be able to inform other people what they are doing - but above all, for me, I love all the live music. This year we discovered this great group from Hungary. The videos are not from the Tortosa festival as I was too busy having a good time to get all my electronic devices out (as the actress said to the bishop)...

dimecres, 30 juliol de 2014

Tortosa Renaissance Festival

Com cada any des de fa 19, hem tornat a celebrar la Festa del Reneixement a Tortosa. Aquí unes paraules en anglès i unes fotos que intenten captar una mica la grandesa d'aquesta festa.
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They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but that's only true if you're a good photographer with a good camera, and not taking photos of moving people in the middle of the night... so, to try and give some kind of idea of how amazing the Tortosa Renaissance Festival (click) is, I'll throw in a few words before the dodgy photos.
Four days of non-stop activities, re-living the 16th century splendour of Tortosa. Mornings are more for browsing the oldie-worldie street markets and checking out some amazing buildings, old universities, convents, palaces and the like, while listening to street musicians or joining in with activities for the kids or investigating interesting exhibitions of 16th C documents and objects. Middays, with the sun high and 30º in the shade, are for resting. On an evening, time to dress up in home-made Renaissance-style clothing and hit the streets of the old part of town. About 20 groups of street theatre, acrobats, musicians, are found in every public square all night, or parading the streets. Thousands throng the streets, enjoying the vibes, checking out great food, drinking beer, dancing, singing, or going to more formal open-air theatre shows until the early hours ... 2am, 3am, you name it! Just like the old days!



















divendres, 25 juliol de 2014

Brian and Catalonia /or/ Catalonia and Brian



CATALÀ: Inspirat, o enganyat, per un company, aquí van 4 ratlles que intenten explicar molt personalment com em vaig convertir en catalanista! (la versió anglesa, a sota, té més detalls i anècdotes i és molt més recomanat!)
A l’estiu del 1987 vaig venir aquí per primer cop però no sabia que estava a Catalunya. Vam fer vacances a Salou, i em va semblar un paradís! Tant que, quan vaig acabar l’universitat amb ganes de fer un any sabàtic, vaig decidir venir a “Espanya” a ensenyar anglès. Vaig fer la formació adequada a l’estiu del 88 i al setembre ja tenia feina a Tortosa. A poca distancia de Salou, la meva primera sorpresa va ser que aquí la gent no viu en hotels ni veu sangria ni porta barrets mexicans. Però igualment la gent s’ho passa bé, i passar un any aquí de bar en bar, de platja en platja, ja em semblava bé.
Pensava que era Espanya i només remotament em sonava el nom de Catalunya per haver llegit el llibre de Orwell, Homenatge a Catalunya.
Tot seguit ens van donar classes d’espanyol gratis pels treballadors (anglesos i irlandesos) a l’acadèmia on treballava. A poc temps, però, ja em van explicar que la gent aquí parlava català – però em van convèncer de continuar amb l’espanyol “per si vols viure en un altre lloc.” Un argument estrany i el meu primer error! Si ja havia decidit venir aquí, ara per que pensaria en marxar a Salamanca o Peru? Lo primer any, em donava l’impressió que Catalunya deu ser com un comtat anglès i que val, semblava que tothom parlava català però no era problema perquè a mi em parlaven en espanyol. I poca cosa més sabia de tot plegat, ja que el primer any era bastant “de festa”!

El segon any ja vaig començar a conèixer gent de veritat i fer amics, i un o dos, amb qui tenia molt en comú, eren catalanistes dels bons – em van explicar tota l’historia i vam visitar alguns llocs junts i em van convèncer que Catalunya, més aviat o més tard, seria independent.
Al segon any aquí també vaig conèixer una catalana, el motiu perquè vaig quedar un tercer any i encara estic aquí.
Poc a poc, em vaig adonar que hauria d’aprendre català ja que és la llengua d’aquí i de la gent. Realment, ara crec que ningú és bilingüe del tot del tot - al fi i al cap tothom vol parlar la seva llengua principal, per molt bé que parlen espanyol, i mentre no em podien (o no volien) parlar-me en català, jo sempre seria l’estranger.
Però sóc tossut – i dropo – i em va costar fer el pas. Vaig fer molts amics, i vaig passar una temporada vivint amb la família de la meva novia, i vaig començar a entendre el català. Al final, potser pel 93 o 94, em vaig posar a estudiar en serio, vaig arribar al nivell C, i des de llavors que ja gairebé mai parlo l’espanyol – només quan vaig a Barcelona!

Entre els amics, estudiants i la família, em vaig reafirmar en l’idea de que Catalunya és diferent. Té una historia gloriós i un present que cal respectar. La gent és diferent; pensen, viuen, treballen, i fan cultura d’una manera diferent. Això no seria un motiu per l’independència en si, si Espanya fos un país que accepti les diferencies – però no ho és. Per sobreviure com a país, nació, un poble, ja pensava fa 20 anys que s’hauria de fer el pas que estem a punt de fer. I la majoria de gent amb qui parlava llavors també ho pensava. Lo que passa, crec, és que en aquells anys 90 ho somniaven però pocs imaginaven que es podria fer i pocs feien res concret per a aconseguir-ho – només els “radicals” com els meus amics. Ara, en una mena de “collective emergence”, és com si tots ens hem adonat al mateix moment que si fem lo que estem pensant tothom, pos, sí, ho aconseguirem. [Em consta que el sentiment pro-indy no estava tan clar a tota Catalunya, però és lo que jo respirava aquí].

Als 90, amb la novia, que s’esdevindria en la meva muller, i comprant una casa, i treballant, i gaudint, doncs, poca política vaig seguir (no teníem ni televisor) però només vivint aquí i mirant l’historia passat i recent, el tema estava més que clar. A partir del 2000, ens vam posar dins de la PDE i també vam començar a participar en altres activitats socials-catalans, i poc a poc, vaig anar agafant encara més motius per pensar que calia estirar de la corda.
Com molta gent, vam pensar que l’Estatut aconseguiria almenys més respecte i un millor tracte per Catalunya, i vam acabar anant a la mani del 2010. Allí ben poca gent cridava “volem l’estatut” - natros només vam sentir un milió de veus cridant “independència.” Al final, el PP havia aconseguit lo que el meu amic i companys feia 20 anys que intentaven....
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ENGLISH:
Inspired, or duped into this, by a colleague into explaining how I became a Catalanist – here goes my story.
Wait – what’s a Catalanist? Well, given the nasty connotations the word “nationalist” has had over the years, a long long time ago Albert Einstein, upon offering his support for the Catalan cause, suggested that those in favour of independence should call themselves Catalanists rather than Catalan nationalists.
So, where to start? While at university I came on holiday here one summer in 1987 without ever realizing it was Catalonia. Salou, a kind of sunny Blackpool where everyone speaks English and drinks a lot. I loved it.
Back at university, in my last year (87-88) I realized I didn’t want to move into a degree-related job straight away, and I needed to do a gap year. I checked out all the options of going to faraway struggling nations in Africa and central America but eventually chickened out and decided to go for a nice safe European country. Hey, if Spain is all like Salou, it must be great – thought I. So I did my TOEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign language) course, went a few lunchtimes to the language lab at university in an attempt to learn some Spanish (didn’t), and/or meet some girls (didn’t), and in September 1988 I was offered a job in Tortosa (southern Catalonia) teaching English, a mere 60 miles from Salou. Party-time I thought!

I arrived here with a suitcase, Spanish dictionary, tennis racket and phone number of my new boss. I still didn’t know this was Catalonia. The only reference I had to Catalonia was having read Orwell’s Homage To Catalonia at university but I still hadn’t put two and two together. Yeah, Barcelona features heavily in the book (big clue), but I concentrated more on the political lessons to be learned – that is, I developed a healthy cynicism of left-wing politics. My healthy cynicism of right-wing politics had already come with my birth certificate, being born in South Yorkshire.
So, is Tortosa like Salou/Blackpool? No, it’s more like a kind of run-down York but without the tourists. That is, a historic city full of old buildings and a rich history, and people living a “normal” small-town life, not drinking gallons of sangria or wearing Mexican sombreros down the disco. Anyway, I like(d) it.

On my first day at work, September 1988, the school provided us with a Spanish teacher for free, and I started having 3 classes a week and got to a decent level within my first year. This teacher, and my students, were the ones who let me into the secret – hey, you’re in Catalonia and although you’re studying Spanish, the people speak Catalan first and foremost. But the Spanish teacher managed to convince us to stick with learning Spanish as that way you can “travel anywhere in the rest of Spain, or South America.” Big mistake. I didn’t want to go anywhere else. It’s a bit like going to live in Germany and they tell you to learn English so you can go somewhere else! Everyone around me, students, staff at the school, shop workers, bar owners, all spoke Catalan all the time, only changing into Spanish to speak to me – thus making me feel the odd one out, which I was! To tell the truth the mistake was also amplified by my stubbornness  - as the year went by and people started to suggest learning Catalan, I stuck it out with Spanish. The more they insisted, the more I did – especially as I’m not known as a great language learner. One extra language would have to be enough. I could see Catalan would help me, but I wasn’t going to give in that easily. Anyway, the rest of the year went by in a blur of good times, bars, tapas, drinking, beaches, student parties ... so I decided to stay a second year. 

In year 2 (1989-90) I made big friends with one of my classes full of unemployed students who were coming every day, all morning, for a free course. We had loads of time for chatting and I was starting to get interested in local events and to find out just where I was. I made big friends with a young guy my age who turned out to be a firm believer in Catalan independence and an expert on history. Having said that, even he was willing to switch to Spanish to talk to me so I still saw no rush to get into Catalan. Hey, I was only staying two years. Many weekends were spent meeting this guy and his friends, seeing local historically relevant spots (especially from the Civil War), going to watch Barça football club, and we even visited the Basque country and some very (to put it mildly) suspicious-looking bars and meeting places. I was swiftly swung over to the cause and could see that if my friend’s version of history, and the present, was true, then I too believed they should become independent. The following 25 years have only reaffirmed this.
Almost everybody I met in those two first years believed the same, that Catalonia was a different country and that it should become independent. For most, though, it was a kind of dream with no expectation of it ever coming true and, so, they were making no effort to make it come true. The committed campaigners, like my friend, were few – but, looking back, it’s clear that it would take very little for the other, traditionally cautious, Catalans to decide to go for it. Language-wise I stuck with Spanish, thinking, through my stubbornness and laziness, that if Catalans are bilingual surely they can speak Spanish to me and amongst themselves. Big mistake too. I now believe nobody is actually bilingual, in the pure sense. However well you speak different languages, there’s always going to be one that you feel is “your language”, and this is going to be the one you want to speak of course. 

During year two, I met a girl. This led to my decision to stay a third year. And a fourth. During year four, the only flats I could find to rent were dingy and in dodgy areas, so my girlfriend’s parents suggested I move into a spare room they had. Probably so as to keep their eye on me, but also as they were accustomed to a house full of lodgers as many cousins and nephews spent long periods of time with them, in Tortosa, the “capital city”, when they came up to Big School from their smaller villages. So I was now living and eating with a Catalan family. They would speak Spanish to me, but obviously Catalan amongst themselves. I could see I should be speaking Catalan or I would always be the mad foreigner in Tortosa. Also the odd snippets of the language I was managing to throw out (Good morning; I’ll have a beer etc) were getting great feedback as people love to see you trying to integrate.

In 92 or 93, I think, I managed to find a dingy flat in a reasonable area of town, so I moved out of the family’s home. A year later my girlfriend moved in with me – thus causing a certain degree of “coldness” in the relationship with her parents! I got a long-term permanent contract teaching English and she also got a job (she’d been studying on and off the first couple of years we were together) and I realized that Tortosa was to be my home for the foreseeable future. So, I set about learning Catalan seriously. Books, classes, work work work, and by about 1995 I’d reached and passed what they call “level C” (equivalent to level B2 in the EU level system), and could now speak Catalan fluently – and better than Spanish. Old students I’d known since 1988 still spoke to me in Spanish (some still do! Old habits die hard...), but I was now speaking Catalan all the time (outside of class of course). Virtually everybody in Tortosa speaks Catalan as their first language, and I only speak Spanish now on the odd occasion though I do watch Spanish films, TV, read the press, books etc.

The 90s went by in a blur – girlfriend, friends, good time, little money, no TV – and as such, I didn’t really follow local or national politics but thanks to my girlfriend’s (or wife after 1996) family, friends, and students, I never doubted that the Catalans would one day go for independence.
Historically, they seemed to be right. They have had a glorious history, and have been crushed down time and time again by the Spanish establishment only to rise again. Not rise in a nationalistic nasty way, but as a people with a different culture, a different language, a different mind-set and approach to life and work. It’s too long to go into here but socially and culturally the dividing line between Europe and Spain should not be the Pyrenees but rather the southern border of Catalonia. The more I lived here, the more I have come to realize there is a huge difference in many factors. So what, I hear you say? Can’t different people live together in peace and harmony? Yes, but only through mutual respect. In fact, Catalans have tried to get on with Spain for ages, only to find the Spanish establishment trying to do away with these differences time and time again, sometimes subtly, sometimes more blatantly, and even violently.

As our life stabilized and we got a house and a telly, and eventually kids, I became more interested in current affairs once more. Around the year 2000 we got heavily involved in a campaign group to protect the river Ebro and its natural Delta against some crazy plans designed by Mr Aznar’s right-wing Spanish government. Getting back into politics through this campaign, it seemed clear that Catalonia would only have a future as a “different entity” and its language would only survive, if they went for independence. But still, it was something talked a lot about but very little mainstream action was happening. My friend and his buddies were still publishing leaflets, selling flags, and going on demos but it wasn’t a mainstream movement yet.
But, through our time in the Ebro campaign group and my wife’s collaborations with groups promoting the Catalan language (even though every local person speaks it, there has been a huge influx of new-comers who need to be offered the chance to learn Catalan too), and social activities at the local library we were meeting more people, with more reasons, who believed Catalonia needed to move on.

So, the new (2004) socialist government in Madrid offered Catalans the chance to re-write their “statute” (a kind of constitution for the autonomous nations/regions in Spain). Catalans jumped at this and drew up a document which vastly improved their relationship with Spain. But, it was all too good to be true. The socialists themselves watered it down, and then the conservative party took the “statute” to court and managed to get all the new, improved, important parts eliminated. Big mistake. In response, over one million people demonstrated in Barcelona. And the cry we heard on the streets that day wasn’t “we want this improved relationship”, but rather “Independence” directly. Refusing their chance to offer Catalans a new deal, the Spanish political establishment had set a snowball rolling which they have no chance of stopping...
Ever since then, all those Catalanists in the closets have come out, and come out in numbers! There have been annual demonstrations, increasing in number, and increasing in the clearness of their demands. As you may know from previous posts, over 80% of Catalans believe they should hold an independence vote, and around 50-60% would go for independence.
Now, this is all out in the open, there are loads of books, articles, websites, debates explaining the reasons and advantages (and disadvantages) of independence, so, unsurprisingly, I am now more of a Catalanist than ever!
[re-reading this I can see that specific reasons for becoming a Catalanist as promised, are few and far between, but I have done the "objective" side before - here I just wanted to ramble and let my hair down...]

dimecres, 23 juliol de 2014

Update on Catalan Issue #CorreL'estiu #Pepetimarieta

By popular demand, the "monthly update on the Catalan Issue" for non-Catalan readers returns... what's new? Very little actually. First, re-read the last few posts on Catalonia I've written. OK, done that? 
Well, the 9 November referendum is still on the cards according to the Catalan govt and about 80% of the populace. Mr Rajoy and the main two political parties in Spain insist it isn't.
Catalonia is in the process of passing a Catalan law which will provide a framework for the referendum to be legal. Spain insists it's illegal according to their constitution.
Catalonia is already manufacturing the ballot boxes (out of eco-friendly card). Spanish "experts" say the police would be sent out to remove them. The Catalans have their own police force, though. What would happen?
Maybe Catalonia will do a clever swap, changing the (illegal?) referendum for a (legal) snap election with a coalition of parties proposing a Unilateral Declaration of Independence? External big-wigs like the EU and the US government don't like this route apparently - they want a negotiated settlement.

Meanwhile, the civil society pro-indy organizations are setting up another "over-one-million-people" activity in Barcelona on 11 September.
Watch this space....
UPDATE: I'm among the motley crew on the beach in this photo.

Meanwhile, a bit of summer fun....



dilluns, 21 juliol de 2014

Years may come (Hermans Hermits), blogs may go... on.

Bé, en aquests ultims mesos que no he penjat gaires apunts, m'ha passat per alt el 5é aniversari del blog! Vam fer 5 anys el 23 d'abril. En aquests 5 anys i 3 mesos hem arribat a penjar 848 apunts i cançons, i diu la maquina que hem rebut gairebé 60.000 visites. 
Les coses han canviat en aquests anys; al primer any vaig aconseguir complir amb l'objectiu de penjar una cosa cada dia, i durant dos anys més potser vam anar a 3 o 4 per setmana. Des de llavors ha anat baixant el ritme fins arribar al "lamentable" ritme del 2014 - 23 punts en 7 mesos! 
Al principi només escrivia en català, ara intento fer apunts bilingües. Els primers anys rebia més visitants i comentaris - cosa normal, ja que la gent no visita tant un blog mig mort com ara; i també crec que le gent hem canviat. Em consta que gent continua visitant (perque m'ho diuen en persona) pero ja no es paren tant  a escriure un comentari. Gràcies al gran augment en smartphones, facebooks, twitters, i whattsssups, ara tots tenim molt més acces a tot - i molt menys temps o paciencia per res. La gent tendeix a llegir moltes coses rapidament en diagonal i au, però prendre el temps i calma per escriure un bon apunt (el blogger) o pensar en lo que has llegit i comentar-ho (el lector), pos, cada cop semblen més habits del passat.
Aquests ultims mesos despres de sortir d'un problema de salut i caure en un pou de feina, a més a més que el meu estat d'anims, m'ha portat també a centrar-me molt menys en el blog - cosa que em fa rabia perque m'encanta escriure! Com és habitual quan no puc blogguejar, aquests mesos he pensat en deixar-ho correr, però com sempre he decidit continuar encara que sembla que cada cop em costa més...
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Missed the 5th anniversary of this blog while I was busy making other plans. 5 years old on 23rd April! In these 5 years and 3 months it turns out I've written 848 posts and posted about 848 songs, and received almost 60,000 visits.
Things have changed over these years. The first year I almost achieved my "post a day" aim and in years 2 and 3 I managed about 3 or 4 per week. Since then things have slowed down dramatically, or even ground to a halt for most of 2014!
At first I only wrote in Catalan, imagining my audience would be basically people I know, but about 3 years ago I started writing in English and Catalan so as to please my international visitors. Visits and comments reached a high point around year 2 to 3, but have since fallen. One reason is obvious; if your blog is half-dead (case in point) people don't keep coming back. But I also believe the boom in smartphones (and social networks and the dreaded whassup thing) has led to a change in habits. The easier it is to surf, from anywhere, any time, the more we surf and the more we waffle and the less time we have to take anything seriously. Many people just skim straight through stuff all day without the time or patience to read it carefully or leave any kind of comment. (I'm not complaining for my blog as my aim isn't to be "famous", just I think this is a rather common problem looking at many sites I visit). I'm also guilty. I used to comment all the time on a local newsite, but no longer find the time for it. Back to my blog, I do have a couple of loyal commenting visitors - owe you a beer guys! - and also a few local friends still read me but no longer write anything (they just tell me in person "Oh, nice post"). 
Given my struggles to keep blogging - this year's excuses include recovering, physically and mentally, from a health problem, work overloads, family and friends, other ways to "waste" my time on the net etc - I have thought, for the umpteenth time, about giving it up. But, as usual, I've decided to carry on. There's life in this dodo yet...

dissabte, 19 juliol de 2014

Back to the beach with the Beach Boys - I get around

Un altre tema, més que interessant! Quan jo era petit i viviem a Anglaterra, anavem a passar el dia  a la platja alguns dies a l'estiu. Despres de banyar-nos, jugar, banyar-nos, jugar etc, just quan mons pares ens deien que era hora de marxar, ens tornavem a banyar per aixi marxar fresquets de la platja - amb una tovallola baix lo cul al cotxe. 
Quan vaig començar a anar a la platja aqui a Catalunya amb la meva dona, em va dir que no es fa aixi. Despres de l'ultim bany, t'has d'estar un bon rato a la platja, al sol, eixugant-se, per poder treure la sorra de damunt amb facilitat i marxar amb el cul (i el que sigui) seci aixi no embrutes el cotxe. Sempre m'he queixat perque aixo implica passar calor i marxar acalorat quan tens la mar al costat per poder marxar la bé de fresquet. 
No obstant això, l'altre dia vam coneixer algu "d'aqui" que també ho fa com ho feia jo abans. Conclusió: cada u fa el que vol, pero filosoficament ho miro com a la opció de pensar en la comoditat de la gent, o en la neteja del cotxe. Prefereixo lo primer (per aixo es van inventar les aspiradores!)
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Last but not least in this trilogy of amazing reflections. When I was a lad, and it was time to leave the beach, we'd always have one last dip so as to leave the beach nice and cool - and then sit on a towel in the car. But, when I started going to the beach in Catalonia with my wife she told me that things were done differently. You have your last dip ages before you leave the beach, thus allowing you to dry off  perfectly in the sun and brush all the dry sand off. And get in the car nice and clean. I've always moaned about this as it means leaving the beach all hot and bothered!
However, t'other week I met someone from here who said they do it like I'd do it.
To sum up; each to his own. And faced with the choice of my comfort and a sandy car, or my discomfort and a spotless car, I know what I'd go for. That's why they invented hoovers.


dijous, 17 juliol de 2014

Wild Horses - The Stones / Els Rolling

Bé, encara que no m'agrada gaire remarcar les diferencies entre viure a Catalunya o Anglaterra, de vegades em surten les ganes d'explicar alguna i avui teniu sort. Els catalans tendeixen a abreviar els Rolling Stones com a "Els Rolling" mentre els anglesos els diem "The Stones". Suposo perque els catalans estan accostumbrats a que la primera paraula sigui el nom, i no pas l'adjectiu.
Curios.
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As you may recall, I'm not big on pointing out differences between living in Catalonia or England, but here's another one. English folk call The Rolling Stones, The Stones; whereas Catalans abbreviate them as "Els Rolling". I suppose it's as Catalans are used to the first word being a noun, and the following word the adjective.
Interesting fact, hey!

dimecres, 16 juliol de 2014

On dunking with #JoshRouse #QuietTown

Tornem al blog despres d'un merescut descans, per parlar d'un tema importantissim.
A Anglaterra - o almenys al meu poble, als People's Republic of South Yorkshire - sucar galetes o donuts al cafe, te, o xocolata de beure està molt mal vist. Se considera de una falta d'educació brutal. No obstant, sí que suquem, i molt, pa a la sopa.
A Catalunya, o almenys aquí al mig dels països catalans a Tortosa, és al reves. Suquem al cafe i xocolata amb molt de gust - i en public. Però no posen mai res dins la sopa. Curios.
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Interrupting this enforced respite from blogging to deal with the important matter of dunking. In England, or at least in Barnsley, dunking biscuits or other sweet products - buns, doughnuts... - in your drink is considered bad manners and you can only really do it up to the age of about 4. But we do dunk bread, and loads of it, buttered even, in our soup. The Catalans go about things in a different way. They love dunking in their hot beverages - even in public, but never put any bread-like substance in their soup.
Interesting.
(PS  searching for a dunking photo on Google, it turns out it means something else to Americans - lots of photos of tall guys in vests jumping up and down with a ball in their hands)
(PPS can't think of a dunking song, so ... looks at what CDs he's got strewn across the desk... we'll put this one on....

divendres, 23 maig de 2014

Song For Europe - Roxy Music, a 48 hores de les eleccions

A pocs dies, hores, de les eleccions europees i veig que no hem apres gaire. En teoria, el concepte de la Unio Europea m'agrada, ha aconseguit que Anglaterra, França i Alemanya deixessen de lluitar (amb armes) entre ells per primer cop en mil anys, i l'objectiu de posar coses i idees en comú pel bé de tothom, pos, és bona.
Ara si, veig que el sistema que ens han introduït reprodueix els mals dels sistemes i parlaments nacionals, i fa poca cosa per a canviar. Fa falta una mica de brain-storming per inventar-nos un sistema que realment funciona i deixa enrere les corrupcions, interessos foscos, i la poca transparencia i eficacia.
En aquestes eleccions se suposa que ens explicarien els candidats que pensen de la legislació mediambiental, dels drets dels ciutadans, de la lluita seguretat vs privacitat, llibertats dels ciutadans, o control dels ciutadans, de com pensem mantenir la força economica d'Europea, o si estem disposats a deixar la nostra situació priveligada de smartphones, pantalles planes i 3 cotxes per familia, d'un pla de veritat per l'imigracio o Africa, de com volem que Europea reacciona davant guerres com Irak, Bosnia, Ukrania, com volem que reacciona i amb quin criteri, quins pla a 50 anys tenim pel probable final del petroli etc..... però crec que no s'ha parlat gaire.
En fi, votarem una mica en base de qui defensa més o menys l'auto-determinació de Catalunya i au. Jo també!
Almenys que algun partit proposa aixo com a himne europeu, i llavors els votaria...
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The English, and others, have already voted (apparently voting on a Thursday as on "pay-day" Friday they traditionally govt blinding drunk until Monday came round again), but we don`t vote in Catalona till Sunday. The European elections are important as the EU is important, in my opinion. If nothing else, this invention has stopped England, France and Germany from kicking the sh*t out of each other as they had been doing for a thousand years. What else has it achieved? Well, probably not half what we would like it to do as the EU bodies seem to have unfortunately copied all the bad habits of national political systems (corruption, inefficiency, beaurocracy, favouring "dark" interests over citizens rights...) and few of the good ones. It needs a good shake up if it is to be the body we want and deserve.
What is EU going to do about the climate change? Where are the plans for when the oil reserves run out? What should we do faced with wars and injustice in the world? Is it our role to step in in cases like Iraq, Ukraine, the Nigerian school girls? What about freedom and privacy vs control and security? Where's the long term plan to maintain European citizens priviliges (cash galore, smartphones, 3 cars...), or should we? All this and many more questions should be on the table but the debate seems to centre around Daily Mail headlines - shock, horror, we've found a Rumanian who's fooling the system, let's all vote for a posh populist racist party. Oh no, Europe won't let us put inches on our measurements (a lie) or eat wrongly-shaped bananas (another lie), let's all pull out of Europe and put millions of jobs at risk ...
And in Catalonia, basically we'll all vote depending on each party's opinions regarding the independence issue, and screw the pan-European politics for another 4 years. At least that's how I'll be voting anyway.

I would change my vote in a flash though, and vote for anyone who proposes this for the EU Official Anthem ...

diumenge, 4 maig de 2014

I'm not really optimistic... I know the feeling!

No seré jo (avui) qui ha d'opinar sobre religió o la gent que s'hi creu o la politica, i per tant, només poso les noticies i cada u que pensi el que vulgui....
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I'm not gonna be the one (today) who comments on religion or people who believe, or, for that matter, politics, so I'll just put the news links on here directly. Judge for yourselves:

"Saint Theresa is helping Spain in times of crisis", Spanish Home Affairs Minister. Click here (English). 
Or here in Spanish.

Spanish Minster for Economy appeals to the Virgin Mary to help create employment. Click here for video (Spanish)

Spanish Home Affairs Minster awards medal to the Virgin Mary for "maintaining a close collaboration with police, particularly during the acts celebrated in Holy Week, and for sharing police values such as dedication, caring, solidarity and sacrifice". Click here - in English.

However, adds yours truly, when asked on whether she could get Spain out of the crisis, Saint Theresa said ...

dimarts, 8 abril de 2014

Non too subtle metaphor of the day

Tenim un conill a casa. Hem apres que si li dones una gavia ampla i comoda, i li poses menjar i aigua fresca, ja pots deixar la porta oberta - el conill mira lo que hi ha per fora i torna a entrar sense cap problema.
Crec que si li tanquessem en una gavia mal-feta sense donar-li res a canvi, només insults i cops de pal, l'historia seria diferent i el conill aquest només estaria somniant el dia que pugues trencar la gavia per a escapar.
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We have a pet rabbit now. We have learnt that as long as you have a large comfortable clean hutch, with plenty of food and water, you can leave the door open - the rabbit will have a little sniff outside but is happy to live in its hutch.
If, on the other hand, we stuffed it in a hutch unsuitable for its requirements and instead of fulfilling its needs, we just offered it insults or beat it with a stick, we'd be in a completely different relationship and there'd be no way of keeping that rabbit for long.

dilluns, 7 abril de 2014

The Expert

Does life ever seem like this to you?

(on the Youtube page, just below the video you can choose subtitles from a range of different languages if English isn't your strong point)