Language is a virus

It’s all very well to know the­or­et­ic­ally that lan­guage is arbit­rary and all mean­ing is deferred, to start to grasp Der­rid­a’s notions of sup­ple­ment­ar­ity. It’s another entirely to be sur­roun­ded by a tongue you barely com­pre­hend and slowly feel...

Riddle me this

Why am I less insul­ted… nay, even flattered… by a random guy saying “hola guapa” than I would be by the same random guy saying “hi sexy”? I think it´s prob­ably just the jetlag.  I am off to have a nap so I can get up and join in...

Barcelona…

Hola. Hay muy caler!!! Trans­la­tion: Man, it´s hot here. Bliss des­cen­ded as I stepped off the plane. I was chat­ting with a clear-eyed ex-Yahoo! exec (go figure) who´d moved here to find him­self. He spoke with serenity and calm, look­ing me...

Half-way

Ah, the great wire­less world. At Heath­row, Intel has hung signs every­where, pro­claim­ing that we should sit down, log on and unwire. Of course, sit­ting under the signs does noth­ing. The BAA staff know noth­ing. I am reduced to boot­ing Mac­Stum­bler and...

Here we go…

Anti­cip­a­tion. Excite­ment. Trep­id­a­tion. Intense moments of doubt fol­lowed by gig­gling. I have two cute men here (apo­cra­ph­ilia and Jack, about to be induc­ted to the evil that is LJ), cud­dling and making jokes. Thea has just arrived. I am yet to find...