Those jeans

These are not the jeans that inspired the name of this blog all those years ago, but a passable substitute.

Digging and digs

A woman walked into a bar with a hoe in her hand...

The combined forces of bean soup and a wobbly piling system have left me with no choice but to retreat into my headspace.

Stats & thanks

Thank you for reading my blog. I am walking on a knife's edge, as I agonise over whom to thank first: new followers – of which there have been quite a few, or those who have been reading my posts for years. Suffice to say that my gratitude, like peanut butter on a decent piece... Continue Reading →

Reluctant tradition

In case you have not realised it, there is an entire week between Christmas Day and New Year's Day.

The Curious Tale of Sant Narcís

A few days after spotting the street sign bearing his name, Sant Narcís would assume greater importance in my life and the lives of my two travelling companions.

Blue suede Saussure

My first translation theory lecture—back when no one was quite sure whether buses had been invented, let alone whether Pa actually did fall off one of them—dealt with the arbitrariness of sign as a central property of natural language (if indeed, one considers natural language as a system of signs). One of its chief proponents was... Continue Reading →

Sometimes battered hampers

There, you see, nothing was lost in the process of real translation.

Well, I’ll be —!

According to LinkedIn's clever little collector of arbitrary details out of context, my profile is missing a trending skill.

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