To the
horror of rabid (and not-so-rabid) aficionados, Spain's new left-wing
councils are either threatening to stop fiestas involving one form of
bull-baiting or another or actually ending them. Some councils are
going halfway and putting their plans out to referendums (referenda, if you're Alfie Mittington). This is another
blow to the Fiesta Nacional. Will it survive the 21st century? And is
Hemingway spinning in his grave?
A
new-to-me English word:- Churnalism - "A form of journalism in
which press releases, wire stories and other forms of pre-packaged
material are used to create articles in newspapers and other news
media in order to meet increasing pressures of time and cost without
undertaking further research or checking".
And a not-so-new
related word: Clickbait:- "A pejorative term describing web content
aimed at generating online advertising revenue, especially at the
expense of quality or accuracy, relying on sensationalist headlines
to attract click-throughs and to encourage forwarding of the material
over online social networks. Clickbait headlines typically aim to
exploit the "curiosity gap", providing just enough
information to make the reader curious, but not enough to satisfy
their curiosity without clicking through to the linked content."
Finally on words . . .
A new-to-me Spanish word: Jibarizar, which isn't in the Royal Academy
dictionary but may mean: 'To reduce to the essentials/basics'. And
might be Argentinean Spanish. As in:- El gobierno argentino acusa a Repsol de “jibarizar” a la petrolera así
como de “maltratar” los recursos naturales y los yacimientos
argentinos.
I heard a podcast
yesterday on the Zaroastrian Parsees of India. Parsee is the same
word as Farsi, as F and P are interchangeable in Persian, and I knew
about Iran's Parsees. Indeed, I've even seen some of their famous
Towers of Silence, outside Yazd. But I didn't know that India's
Parsees are known for their keen sense of humour. Which sounded to me
rather like the Scouse brand. Must visit them sometime and cross
swords. Meanwhile, there'll be a good Parsee joke tomorrow, when you've digested the links. If not, you won't understand it.
Finally .
. . Sitting at my usual outside table at my favourite tapas bar last
night, I overheard this comment from a teenage daughter to her
father: "Don't be a moron! Please, please. Don't be a moron!"
It brought back happy memories. Though I don't recall the politeness,
in my case.
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