Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Pontevedra Pensées: 16.11.16


Cleavage: Talking with a Latina friend about this, as you do, I was informed there were 5 types. Being a tad incredulous, I went on line to check. And discovered this article, in which 12 are identified . . . Who'd have thought it?

Nepotism: As is well known, this - along with croneyism - is one of the continuing features of Spanish life. But now we read that President Trump has given positions in his transition team to 3 members of his family. Without much adverse comment in the USA, it seems. As someone has written: Imagine the outcry if Hillary Clinton had won the election and then appointed Chelsea Clinton and Donna Shalala, a board member and the president of the Clinton Foundation, to her team. Indeed. But times appear to have changed over there. An awful lot goes now that never used to.


The Brexit: For those interested in this, here's an apposite comment from Richard North: This is a subject on which an extraordinary amount of nonsense is being talked, alongside a continued failure to understand that, in seeking a sensible withdrawal package in the time allotted, we are going to have to trim our expectations, and work towards an interim solution. Those really interested can see the context here.


That Trump Victory: Here's another of those insane US Christian pastors who thinks it was God who done it. I agree. I saw him do it again last night, when Spain equalised against England with goals in the 89th and 96th minutes of a 90 minute game.

THE UK: We've all done it - clicked the Reply to All button when we didn't mean to. But never before on this scale. Some poor soul caused chaos in the NHS email system a day or 2 ago, when she sent several messages to every one of its 840,000 users. Oh dear.

Milo Yiannopoulos: Reader Perry has brought this British guy to my attention. He's part of the alt-right in the USA, it seems, and has been permanently banned from Twitter. Wow. Given what passes for normality there, I'd have thought this was impossible.


Those Wandering Wild Boars: They've even taken to entering cemeteries. And getting stuck there between the walls and the railings.


Pontevedra: Apologies if I've already posted this Twitter review of the things you shouldn't miss in the province and city. La noche me confunde. The Mirador de Poio must be close to my house but I have no idea where.

Another comment on the US presidential election . . . ?

Yesterday: To say the least, this was one of those days. Which had to be compensated for by a large G&T at the end of it. Perhaps the low point was when - having helped another guy with his ticket at the pay machine – the car park at Vigo station wouldn't let me out. Despite the fact I'd already paid, the system sent me back to insert another 45c. But the machine wasn't having any of it and told me my ticket was now invalid. Having solved the problem, I then stopped off in car-unfriendly Redondela for a tiffin and was served with the smallest portion of chips(French fries) I'd ever seen. Along with a measly portion of the spicy pork I'd ordered. But these turned out to be only a tapa (more correctly un pinchito) and I was then given the largest portion of chips I'd ever seen. And half a kilo of spicy pork. Plus bread, of course. For €5. What a reversal of fortune. And what a strange day.


Alfred B. Mittington said...

12 kinds of cleavage… Why not? Eskimo's have 50 words for different shades of snow...

Colin Davies said...

I thought this was a myth.


'Eskimo's' . .. . .? Are they self-possessed?????

Sierra said...

RFK>AG>JFK - the Democrats started it

Bill said...

I'm surprised you dadn't heard of Milo; he became pretty notorious for a while, even appearing on various mainstream media current affairs programmes. Not all he says is bad, of course, although "feminists" and their hangers-on don't like him at all, for his uncompromising comments. By the way, there is now an "uncensored" alternative to Twitter; I read about it in a Guardian or Independent article (can't remember which) a few weeks ago; I believe it is called "Gab", although I have not visited it myself.

Personally I much prefer Twitter to Facebook though - the latter is useful, but it tends to be like a pond of like-minded people who reinforce their prejudices and are unwilling to expose themselves to what to them may be 'novel' ideas; it's very good for social interaction amongst people who know each other either first hand or second hand though - I always decline 'friend' invites from people I don't know myself, as I don't regard it as some kind of badge of honour to have hundreds of 'friends' there who are not in fact friends at all. As for Twitter, it is more of an open ocean of opinions and I find it very refreshing; it's easy to block/mute people who make nuisances of themselves, but mostly I find it pretty good and I have a number of contacts there who have very different political views from me, but so long as people can discuss things in a civilised way, without resorting to 'ad hominem' attacks, I'm happy enough; those that do indulge in vituperation get blocked pronto, and "trolls" are easily spotted and eliminated from my timeline.

Alfred B. Mittington said...

Couldn't decide between pl. Eskimo or Eskimos. So decided to compromi'se.


Colin Davies said...


Colin Davies said...

Thanks, Bill. I'm not on Twitter and follow few people on FB. And only saw the phrase 'alt right' for the first time this week. I think. Out fo the loop, I guess.

I'll take a look at Gab. Though it might not do my blood pressure much good.

I agree with you about the number of friends, though I pride myself on a lot of genuine ones. Like you, I (usually) reject invitations from unknowns. Not that I get a lot. As someone once said: If you have 3,000 FB friends, you have no friends.

I fear that, if I got to like Twitter (or Garb), I'd never get off it. . . . .

Colin Davies said...

Sorry, Gab.

Colin Davies said...

Must have subconsciously confused it with 'garbage' . . . .

Perry said...

Eskimeaux. They navigate by knowing what snow looks like. Somewhat akin to the Maori who navigated across the Pacific by the appearance of the sea & the clouds.

African herders keep count of their cattle by description, using dozens of words.

You may wonder at the eclectic knowledge I possess. So do I, sometimes.

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