Showing posts with label Language. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Language. Show all posts

29 June 2013

Romania: 5 Reasons

On my recent trip to Bucharest for the meeting of our international coalition, I was challenged by a local person to write a letter outlining five reasons one should want to go there. This is my answer to that challenge.


One: Beauty (natural)

It might be odd that I am illustrating my point about natural beauty with a paved bicycle path and sidewalk, but what can I say? I’m a city boy. My impression of Bucharest as green was probably helped by my having stayed in a hotel that was adjacent to a large green space. There are plenty of parts of the city, like any other, that seem to be wanting for trees, but there were some remarkable examples of urban greenery that I really appreciated. If you can have a large boulevard and succeed in integrating several strips of grass and trees, not to mention lovely shaded bicycle lanes and sidewalks on both sides, you have succeeded in making your city more pleasant. And if you can add a touch of whimsy by detouring your bicycle path around a phone booth, even better!


Two: Beauty (architectural)

There are some truly magnificent buildings in Bucharest that deserve a visit, even if only to see them from the outside. I illustrate this point with a photo I took that I like to call “Faded Beauty” — an obviously beautiful little home with lovely architectural details that could use a little work. Many buildings have had that work done, and many are waiting for that to start. Like many cities, there are some very utilitarian buildings (apartment blocks, for example) that date from a time where function trumped form, but I see even these as moving toward improvement and beautification.

I found it funny that our host organization described the building in which it is housed as being “Communist Architecture” (read grandiose and stern). I didn’t find it cold, but actually rather interesting, in that way that a bit of work would also improve it. I’ve been in much worse spaces in community organizations at home.

With more time, I would also have ventured forth to see Bran Castle (former home of Vlad the Impaler, aka Dracula) and other such historical delights that are distant from the city itself. Next time.


Three: Creativity

I asked about this podium for a statue out front of the press building and I loved the answer I got. The statue that had been pulled down was of Lenin, shortly after the end of the regime, I would imagine. The podium now receives a new sculpture each month from a group of artists, and I couldn’t have been more amused by the installation for the time that we were there. There’s more art, too: outside important buildings, in major squares, but also in front of some apartment blocks or seemingly just along the street. I love sculpture in public places, and there really is no shortage of it in Bucharest, and no shortage of variety in styles and content. Bravo!


Four: Language

I haven’t done a lot of travelling to places where most people don’t seem to speak either English or French, the ones in which I can get by. It was kind of a fun experience for me, and would have been more so if I hadn’t felt pressed for time in my various personal missions. I hear that Romanian is closer to Latin than is modern Italian, and perhaps closest to Portuguese among the modern Romance languages. I felt I could make out significant portions of the Romanian-only menu when we went to a restaurant, but the spoken language sounds to my inexpert ears like it has an overlay of Russian that isn’t as familiar to me.

As an aside, it was interesting to compare some notes with one of my sisters, recently back from a trip to China. When we lack to vocabulary to express ourselves, we often resort to gesture and pantomime, not realizing just how culturally specific some of those gestures can be. We each had a good chuckle about our respective incapacities to convey the image of tea or of an alcohol one might drink in shots, both of our efforts eliciting puzzled looks from the people on the receiving end of our efforts.


Five: Attitude

We happened to be in Bucharest for the gay pride march, although I was personally too tired to go participate (worst nap choice I ever made). Yes, there were people from a number of embassies present, an action that serves to help protect the participants from official or unofficial hostility, but it seems that the counter-demonstration of religious bigots was quite small and benign.

If you look at a map of how different countries stack up on this issue, you cannot help but notice that Romania seems to be a bit of an island of tolerance in its neighbourhood. Some countries nearby are passing actively anti-gay laws, and others are witness to violent counter-demonstrations that are either tolerated or encouraged by authorities. It doesn’t seem to be the case with this European Union member. I’m sure there are some very backward attitudes in some segments of the population, particularly on this issue, but I didn’t see those and I’m glad that the march didn’t see much of those either.


Bonus: Men

Okay, I was warned not to use this one (and have no original photo, but I’m slipping in Marian Dragelescu, gymnast, to make my point), and I consider it an accomplishment to have held off until the bonus reason to bring it up. No apologies here, though. I’m a proud gay man and I will always find the men of any place to which I travel to be interesting. Romania being in the general vicinity of what I like to call “The Great Olive Ellipse” (that area all around the Mediterranean that is home to various versions of olive-skinned people I cannot help but find attractive), it not only houses a population of such attractive people, but also draws them from the surrounding countries. So, exceptionally attractive to the point of outshining all the other countries? Not necessarily, but certainly worth investigating! ;-)

09 April 2012

LOL…really?

No expression of this internet and texting age seems to be as overused — or as inappropriately — as "LOL".

Oh, I have absolutely nothing against laughing out loud. In fact, I have been cultivating the practice for quite some time, overcoming my WASPish reserve or embarrassment to laugh loudly in movies or even walking down the street. I rarely use the terminology in my texts, e-mails or status updates, however.

So then you will understand how it rubs me the wrong way when I see the expression overused. I know you're not laughing out loud, you're just at a loss for words expressing your appreciation of something. The worst version of this experience is to be observed in live video chat. I'm probably talking about one of those websites that I'll have to talk about in another post, but you know what I mean: you can see the person grim-facedly type "LOL" in response to a comment from someone else.

Are you kidding me?! You didn't even crack a smile, let alone laugh out loud! But far from just recommending that you find something else lame to type, I want to suggest instead that you let go and do the laughing out loud your fingers are pretending you are doing. It will do you a world of good.

05 June 2009

Dinner Out in the Other Capitale nationale

I am in Ottawa for two days for a meeting and had the pleasure of dining with a friend this evening. We went to a place quite close to the Château Laurier, much bigger than it looks from the outside, and quite lovely. (Below is the Château Laurier, and the restaurant was built in the construction zone seen in the bottom centre-right of the photo.)


The waiter working the section next to ours was quite lovely – tall, shaved head, very good shape – and we were both as pleased as anything that he was at the door when we left, opened the door for us and shook our hands on the way out. I guess he must have noticed that our eyes followed him every time he walked by our table to wait on the tables in his section. ;-)

Something I found quite shocking about the experience of going to this restaurant here was the apparent lack of ability of the staff to speak much French at all. I asked for our table in French and was responded to in English, our waitress spoke to us only in English, and it continued in that vein. (Notice how I didn’t complain about the lovely waiter’s wishing us well in English on our way out – *blush*!) Really, though, we are in the Capital of a supposedly bilingual country, not far away from the border of the big French-speaking province, and the staff of a business catering to travelers and locals alike is unable to function in the other of the official languages? That is truly a shame.

But if that waiter wants French lessons, I’m sure that either I or my friend would be happy to oblige.

26 May 2009

Aarrr! This be pleasin' to me eye!

It started rather innocently, seeing a post from a Facebook friend who had inadvertently changed her Facebook language to Czech, and the the comment from another friend of hers encouraging her to try English (Pirate). Say no more!

I have now been facebooking in Pirate for several days, mateys, and it's starting to infiltrate the rest of my life. It shivers me timbers to see the number of wenches and scurvy dogs who will not sign on for the ride, and fail to laugh at my piratical rantings. Aarrr!

I hope to be cured of this affliction within the week, but in the meantime I have to be getting to my pi-ra-tes session (I be hearin' the groaning from here!).

05 March 2009

Unfortunate Usages

When I first started participating in chat rooms, many years ago, I found that one of the more difficult things was to refrain from commenting on the spelling in people's posts. Now, with greater development of our capacity to communicate, comes an even greater challenge to the language which is probably more revealing of the writer's language skills and cultural knowledge than of manual dexterity or typing accuracy. It is the misuse or misrepresentation of common sayings that serves to demonstrate that the writer is using them without even understanding what they mean.

This goes beyond the internet and into daily life. I watched an episode of Jeopardy where someone lost almost all her money by providing as an expression for drunkenness sheets to the wind rather than three sheets to the wind. Alex was neither kind nor forgiving.

I just can't stop myself from commenting on some of the instances I have observed, but without identifying the sources…

It's toe the line not tow the line: an unfortunate military metaphor for stepping up and obeying just like everyone else (each person's toes on the same line), not some kind of strange game of tug'o'war.

It is bearing witness to something, not stripping the witness of all clothing, as you would be if you were baring witness.

A friend of my mother's used to use the word (okay it isn't really a word) predictament, which must be that sticky situation that you just knew you would get into.

One battens down the hatches to prevent the sea from swamping one's boat in a storm, and figuratively to preserve one's integrity in the face of a daunting challenge. I'm not sure what one would achieve by battening down the hatchets unless that is a kind of 'swords into ploughshares' type of thing.

I suppose that the prostrate gland is responsible for keeping us down. The more familiar prostate doesn't have that impact.

Someone along the way noticed how often people referred to that building material used to ensure that the heating and cooling system does not leak as Duck Tape. That person actually registered the name and came out with a product, but it is destined to become the kleenex of duct tape as people keep using the wrong configuration to refer to the generic.

And let me close with one that is a lovely example of the mixed metaphor: loose cannon in the attic. I'm not sure how many people might have attached cannons in their attics, or why this would be as serious as it would, say, on the deck of a ship heaving in the waves, where it might actually swing around and shoot the wrong thing.


As aggravating as they are to me, I'd love to hear more.