Surely, surely you have heard about Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. It’s not as good as the other Indy films but enjoyable all the same. There are crystal skulls out there in the world, but they may not be thousands of years old.
And while we’re on the subject of the Indy movies, check out the guy who (partly) inspired the character.
Portugal has voted to adopted Brasilian Portguese as its national language. It’s a sign of the times, as the South American country is economically in ascendancy and has a population many times in excess of its former colonial master.
The changes include spelling and the addition of three letters to the alphabet: k, w, and y. All letters Irish lacks, incidentally, apart from loan words.
But there will inevitably be opposition, as the change is as drastic as having Britain adopt American English (I work in a newspaper which has made North Americans conform to Anglo stylings, so I know how difficult it can be to change habits). Such is the way of language and life. Of course, I’m biased toward Brasil, but all the same I can understand the reason behind the change. It standardises the language, which is good for internet searches as well as contracts and the like; these points are made in the BBC article linked to above.
However, it does raise an interesting question. When faced with many variations, should the root be forced to change to come into line with the branches? Or, as with English, should the two distinctions be maintained?
Hat tip to Catholicgauze for coming across this news.
I’m doing my bit for Irish-Brasilian relations by encouraging you to read the blogs of the wonderful Lucy. Now watch these guys do their bit to bring our nations together:
No, you’re not hallucinating.
I am a very, very tired blogger these days. However, I have come to several conclusions.
One: coffee tastes better with hazelnut syrup. Step up Starbucks latte, take a bow. However, it has not displaced the mocha as the ultimate coffee concoction.
Two: KFC’s wrapstar thing is crap. Scrawny chicken, so-so bread, not very delicious nachos.
Three: it is possible for one’s groceries to thaw on the five-minute walk from cab to apartment.
Four: I should not be given a credit card and then allowed in a book shop.
While trading YouTube links with a friend I found this gem of Irish rock. That’s this guy, in case you’re wondering.
The Celtic legend has died after losing his fight with skin cancer.