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Gree/i/ie/k is tri/ee/ie/cky

Greek spelling is both wonderful and awful. It’s wonderful because, completely unlike English, if you see a word written down you know exactly how to pronounce it. It’s awful because knowing how to pronounce a word still leaves you lots of options for how to spell it. Today’s discovery is the verb “to use”: χρησιμοποιώ. [...]

Bank is tricky

English: I keep my money in a “bank”; A river has “banks”. Not the same. Dutch: I keep my money in a “bank”; You sit on a “bank” to watch tv (couch). Not the same. Greek: I (could, if I were in Greece) keep my money in a “τράπεζα”. You eat dinner at the “τραπέζι” [...]

Lovin’ teh internets

Googled “suppression task”. Looking for this. Found this.

Spain is tricky

I’ve got some kind of bizarro mental block going on with “Spain” in Greek. I confuse it with Israel and Japan. There are reasons, but they’re kind complicated. First off, it’s pronounced roughly “IspanEEa”, which I visualise as “Ispania” (yup, visualising the Greek sounds in Latin letters, you can see where this is going to [...]

A Method For Sorting Cows

I can’t vouch for its efficacy (once one cow goes I suspect the others will follow, unless the head man has his fidgeting gestures down), but this Method For Sorting Cows is certainly beautifully written. Hat tip to Mike, who pointed me at the same site’s pdf facsimile of The Policeman’s Beard is Half Constructed. [...]

Heartburn and the elephant

Possibly the best band name ever to come to me in a dream. Bonus for the eagle-eyed: I’m not sure if the dream original was singular or plural. I’m also not sure which would be better.

The bird that baas

On my way to work this morning, I heard a sheep bleating. A bit surprising, in the centre of Amsterdam, and especially when it seemed to be coming from a canal… Turned out to be this little guy: I think he had a fish when I first saw him, I suppose he might have been [...]

Pre-coffee

This morning at the breakfast table: —Do you need the milk? —No, there’s no cereal left. —It’s very good with the biscuits. But I will not tell you, so I can eat them all myself.

The delicate sound of breaking glass

‘Twas five in the morning, and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, except for Petros. When all of a sudden, from out of the blue, Crash! Bang! (Tinkle. Tinkle.) Who could it be? Who? A drug-addled woman, a girl really, lay On the front doorstep — what was she trying to say? [...]

Birds are weird

Birds in general are weird, but our friendly neighbourhood reiger (heron? crane? stork? whatever) is especially so. What in the name of all that’s feathered is he doing on the roof of the houseboat next door, spreading his wings, wobbling his throat and stepping around in circles? A couple more pics below the fold.