When I’m translating and come across a specific term not listed in a general dictionary, I use Wikipedia. The same Wikipedia that I would tell my students never to use (or should they still feel the compulsion, to limit this activity to the privacy of their home, much like masturbation). I input the term in
In the night My mind is up and around Alive, awake, awhirl Churning out stuff That happened That didn’t That should have Heyou, mind, Cut the crap Stop the swirl Let me rest Brain dead RIP My sleeping pill is taking long to kick in, so I fingered a poem on the WordPress
I’ve warned against the evil that is the Urban Dictionary before. Well, I told you not to go and read the definition of BBC, so what probably happened is that everyone promptly stopped reading my post and went to Google it. (If you didn’t, please raise your hand in the comments below. Also if you
Part of WordPress’s writing course Finding Everyday Inspiration. Remember my yesterday’s post when I was wrapping up this writing challenge? It turns out I was a day early. I did think it curious that the twenty-day challenge lasted nineteen days, but I deemed it safe to assume that either I or WordPress couldn’t count. I was somewhat
Her mother-tongue clung to her mouth’s roof in terror, dumbing her and he came with a name that was none of her making. —Liz Lochhead, “Dreaming Frankenstein” Yesterday I wrote about the priceless confusions of English, today I’ll do the same for my mother tongue: Czech. It also has a huge potential for comic situations
Everyone knows that English is weird. English is also priceless. Since English is my second language, I’ve learned the hard (and hilarious) way. I discovered just today that the word beverage is not only not spelled beaverage, as I’d thought, but is also not pronounced bee-ver-age. Until now, every time I ordered a beaverage, I was really ordering a
Loosely inspired by a recent somewhat heart-breaking post by Cardinal Guzman, I decided that the world needs more bad poetry. At peace, At home. Alone. Quiet, but not quite. The kettle boiling, Coffee brewing— Another day, another night.
I’m a convinced night owl. (Isn’t night owl a tautology? Not if there is a day owl, but is there such a thing?) That means, among other dis/advantages, that I get in contact with early birds. (Again, is it a tautology or is there a late bird? And isn’t late bird an owl?) I constantly stumble upon early