These images are at once hopeful and heartbreaking. Wow.
Archive for the ‘Global Competition’ Category
Haven’t you ever had that experience when you wish their was a word for, say, “The gnawing sense of incompleteness knowing there’s a partially eaten snack around?” If you were German, there would be.
Being German, of course, you’d be very logical about this. Why bother conceiving of a word to evoke “Kicking through piles of autumn leaves” when you can add autumn + foliage + strike + fun?
And it’s definitely time for some Herbstlaubtrittvergnügen.
Oh, the English names adopted by the Chinese.
I’ve met a Shady, a Hennessy, a Miracle. And here I thought the nonsensical or inappropriate monikers (Shady, for instance, was a skinny, bespectacled 15-year-old) were out of ignorance, but it seems that maybe some of them have picked these names purposefully, to be unique.
I guess, in a country of 1.4 billion, anything to stand out.
Big news this week: A French vinter is now selling a cola-flavoured wine, marketed under the name Rouge Sucette, or Red Lollipop. Why this is treated as a (gross) novelty is beyond me. One only has to go a bit farther south, to Spain, and you can find teenagers drinking a cocktail of Coke and red wine on practically every street corner. It’s called kalimotxo, or calimocho, either of which, come to think of it, are a whole lot less wine cooler douche-y than red lollipop.
Wouldn’t you like to relax tonight: Light some candles, pour a glass of wine, turn on your favourite song about…quantitative easing?!
It doesn’t exactly strike me as a good time, but it turns out there’s a Japanese pop group with the catchy name, Machikado Keiki Japan, or Economic Conditions on the Streets of Japan, that sings about just that: the economy. (Sample lyrics: “Monetary easing. Construction bonds. Let’s just revise the Bank of Japan Law.”) Adding to their schtick, the band members’ hemlines rise and fall with the performance of the Nikkei.
Here I’ve spent hours studying French (throughout school and college) and Mandarin (squeezed in here and there), but I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me — what I really need is to be fluent in
Seriously, do I really need to be able to pronounce Duderö (do-der-rha)? In the off-chance I happen to need one, can’t I just say, hey, I need one of those skinny on top, bulbous in the middle paper light thingies? Or point?
Ah, the things that are lost in translation: In Brazil, in an effort to raise up awareness of testicular cancer in Brazil, they’ve got a scrotum-shaped character named Senhor Testiculo, who goes out to public events. To wit:
“Both children and adults loved taking pictures with the mascot, a friendly snowman in the shape of testicle.”
Well, who doesn’t love a “friendly snowman in the shape of a testicle?” I’m going to given the whole benefit of the doubt to the “snowman” thing in a country where it rarely snows. And as one of my closest friends is a survivor of testicular cancer, I’m on board with drumming up greater support for research into the disease. But, really, the huggable, lovable Mr. Balls? It must be my prudish North American side coming out.
The biggest news right now is that the U.S. government is intercepting the phone calls and electronic correspondence of pretty much everyone in America or who communicates with Americans or on servers based here. Thus confirming everything that the black helicopters contingent always believed to be true.
The source of the leak is a former government contractor, who promptly hightailed it for Hong Kong, where he proceeded to unmask himself. Why Hong Kong? I mean the food is good and the nightlife is great and it’s a buzzy city, but rents are skyhigh and, oh yeah, it’s got an extradition treaty with the United States.
If you’ve ever agonised over a haircut, just think what would happen if you lived in North Korea. There, women can choose from one of just 18 hair styles, while men have 10 options. All are supposed to ward off the “corrupting effects of capitalism.” And while I believe in the power of a good trim, that seems like a lot to ask.
Interestingly, I note that none of the multi-hued ‘dos favoured over the years by basketball star-cum-diplomatic envoy Dennis Rodman made the, er, cut.