Thursday, June 09, 2005

The report of my death is greatly exaggerated (if anyone still reads this blog)

Anyone can comment now. Blogger account unnecessary.

A not-so-daily lick for your slobberly reading pleasure:
• Well, duh: Latinos blamed for 50% of the US population growth.
[via Morning News]

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And now for Hitchin and Luna de Miel stuff:

If you're interested, you can see even more honeymoon pictures here.

Flickr shots tagged "Buenos Aires". (Much better than mine.)

And: our hotel. BA's official site.

Jimmy Legs has wedding photos on his flickr site. Check it out.

A.W. has weddding photos, too.

Phew.

Monday, May 16, 2005

What's new, Buenos Aires?

We're back. Jessie's caught some airline cold. I've been kissing her. That means I'm not feeling so hot either. But, man, oh, man. What a time we had in BA. Beautiful. Inexpensive. Encouraging of smoking. And Tasty.



More on Flickr (and more to come)

Thursday, March 03, 2005

The rufa, the rufa, the rufa's on fire!

The introduction of one language’s lexicon into that of another’s is nothing new. Spanglish is an extreme example, a hybridization. It is the confluence of Spanish and English. It has never been foreign to me. I couldn’t name it until well into high school, even though I had heard it most of life. You see, I was my mother’s main English tutor—as a child. Imagine a 5 year old attempting to school his 20-something mother in a foreign lengua he only recently learned. It’s a situation ripe for comedic errors. And it was. (I got away with a lot of cuss words.) It was also beautiful, a linguistic playground where one, like myself, who is fluent in both languages can engage in stretching language through code switching learning more about either tongue.

I didn’t always feel this way. My mother’s propensity for saying things like espaghetti or sangwich once disgusted me. If I had learned Inglés proprio, why hadn’t she? Age slows things down, I didn’t know. And with age, I learned the value of word play, the use of vernacular in writing. You mean I can write in Spanglish? I asked myself after picking up an anthology of poetry from the Nuyorican Poets Café. Coño, that’s rad! The thing was I already knew you could sing in it (eg, the Pixies). I just didn’t make the connection.

I rarely speak Spanglish these days. And when I do, it can barely be classified as such. I speak the Puerto Rican dialect with my family. In some cases I supplement an English word when the Spanish word fails me. Other English words are commonly used in the Puerto Rican dialect. Hot dog. Brown. Other words are variations, misspellings, grammatical errors of Spanish words. Populacíon (poblacíon/population). Hamburguesa (hamburger). Supermercado (supermarket). Bloque (manzana/[street] block). Others are definitely dialect. Puerto Ricans have a propensity to drop “s” and “g” from words in Spanish. Esta (estas/state of being). Sabe (sabes/know). Whether that’s Spanglish is debatable. But not according to Ilan Stavans, the Mexican professor who is the foremost scholar on Spanglish. He states in his book Spanglish that these transformed signs are part of “a new American language,” a language that’s been in the making since conquistadores laid claims to the New World. He includes avocado in his mini-dictionary in the book’s middle section.

(a-voo-KA-do), exp., assimilationist. Used as the equivalent of an Uncle Tom. From the orig. a pear-shaped fruit, which comes from Nahualt ahuacatl. The term dates from 1697. Also ABOCADO.


Arroyo
Loco

These are also included. However he makes the distinction that, while these words are Spanish in origin, their common usage in English merit inclusion in a Spanglish lexicon. Akin to Yiddish, he notes. Mishmash, a Yiddish term, is also commonly used in English and can define Spanglish as well, removing it from comparisons to Ebonics.

I'd describe it more as cultural irrigation than cultural imperialism. The US is a laboratory of languages which are fertilizing themselves," says Ilan, who admits he speaks Spanglish with his children. He also points out that both Borges and Julio Cortazar were blamed for "polluting" the language. [...]

We're at the early stage of the formation of a new language, not unlike the emergence of Yiddish. Masterpieces have been written in Yiddish but, like Spanglish, the intellectuals were initially hostile.


OK. I can buy the Yiddish-Spanglish connection, Stavans, but loco and arroyo? Don’t push it, broder. You're jokiando, right?

He also argues that those protecting Castellano (High Spanish) from "barbaric mutations" need not worry. Spanish will not die. Spanglish is simply another form of communication borne from the verbal encounter between Anglo and Hispano civilizations. Playful. unique. So what if most of its vocabulary is the by-product of linguistic fuck-ups? Mistakes have a way of becoming the standard. Look at English.

How I wish I had stumbled across Stavans in high school. I would have applied to Amherst in order to study under him.

There’s even a Spanglish dictionary.

Üepa!

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Shake your butt

I need your assistance once again, faithful few. Jess and I are in the midst of compiling a playlist for the iPod DJ wedding reception. We would like dance music, rockin dance music. Decade no matter. Easy on the 'lectro. Slow songs covered. I have faith in you. Whaddya' got?

And congrats to Callalillie on her recent engagement.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Hotchpotch

Andy Bowser of the PH blog dailyheights.com has an article about micro-news nabe blogs online.

And I thought a Whatchamacallit was just a candy bar, Gizmo a Mogwai. Woe is me; they're kadigans.
[via The Morning News]

The getaway car (ours'll be white, though):




On May 9, I'll have these in my grubby lil' hands:

Monday, February 14, 2005

Love by the Numbers

Jess and I have been dating for one year today. Yeah, yeah...I know. Your first date was on V day? That was coincidence. V day is inconsquential. I've never been one for this saint's day-cum-commercial bloodletting. For one, why should I be guilted into loving someone more one day each year? (It's OK to love less every other day of the year?) Lame. It's essentially a holiday for straight women. Us straight males are guilted into bending over backwards to do the watoosi. Even lamer. I break my bank for no Hallmark holiday. (Shit, I don't even buy cards on Christmas.)

I will, however, and with everything I have, celebrate that Jess and I have now been together for one wonderful year. I am more in love with her than ever. Saturday showed me that.

We woke at 7 AM to get to my Woodside accountant by 10, only to realize he was closed. She didn't bat an eye. Instead she suggested we go the East Village. We spent all day together. Got coffee, purchased eyeglass frames for her and for me (yes, I now need to wear glasses.) at this little boutique on E. 9th Street, and walked and walked and chatted away the day, alone on the crowded city streets. All we did that day was hang out. In common parlance: It was awesome.

I love you, Jessie Salcedo.

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Love Letters Numbers Vanity

Saw a license plate on my way to work. Spanned across it was the word FAZZ. I saw the driver, too. It became clear to me then. Guess?

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Thanks to everyone who has contributed to the Love by the Numbers playlist. You have been a great help; I couldn't have done this without you. (Keep them coming.) Here's the list thus far (order subject to change):

Book of Love—The Monotones
One is the Loneliest Number—Harry Nillson [LFL. note: really?]
With Whom to Dance—The Magnetic Fields
One—U2
Just the Two of Us—Bill Withers
Someday Some Morning Sometime—Billy Bragg and Wilco
I Would Die 4 U—Prince
All Together Now—The Beatles
5-4=Unity—Pavement
Hotel Yorba—The White Stripes
It Takes Two—Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock
Two of Hearts—Stacy Q
Three Times a Lady—The Commodores
When 2 R in Love—Prince
The Book of Love—The Magnetic Fields
Nothing Compares 2 U—Me First and the Gimmie Gimmies
Love Potion Number 9—The Drifters
867-5309—Blink 182
One on One—Hall and Oates

Ideas? Suggestions? Debasing drivel?

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

I need your help

Bloggers and bloglandia addicts, I need your help. I need you to please tap into your extensive music gland for a large project: The Love by the Numbers CD mix. If you know any love songs that either have numbers in the title or in the lyrics, please post them in my comments or email me. I know you can do it. Rock it!

On the List
One is the Loneliest Number
Love Potion Number 9
All Together Now
When I'm 64
5-4=Unity
Someday Some Morning Some Time
Book of Love
The Book of Love
It Takes Two

Friday, February 04, 2005

And I like to fuck. It's a hoot!

Much as been made about the Marine general that confessed "it's a hell of a lot of fun to shoot" some people". Why the explosive reaction? Seriously. While a high-ranking military officer ought to know when to keep his keep his trap shut, this man is still a soldier. And you know what? Soldier are not paid to think, they are paid to defend and, if necessary, to kill. Military culture is not the same as civilian/pop culture. Plato knew this.

Lt. Gen. Mattis should have know better but his statements are not surprising. Just dumb. Like a good little soldier.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Rizz-ults: If man is five...

The results of the 2005 Idiotarod are up on the race's site along with links to photos and stories. Check 'em out.