I speak Esperanto
Yo hablo Esperanto
Ich spreche Esperanto
Je parle espéranto
Я говорю на эсперанто
Io parlo Esperanto
Pictures of my new and first bokken (木剣).
This is just one small example of why we need a international common language.
In 1975, the World Health Organization refused:
- U$S 148,200 for a better public health service in Bangladesh
- U$S 83,000 to fight leprosy in Burma
- U$S 26,000 for basic hygiene in Dominican Republic
- U$S 0.50 per patient to cure trachoma, which has millions of victims and can cause blindness
- and many other requests
Meanwhile, it accepted Chinese and Arabic as working languages increasing the expenses in in translations by U$S 5,000,000, every year. Continue reading “The need for a common language”
I decided, some years ago, to start learning Esperanto.
I went to Lernu and spent three days learning. On the third day I’ve decided to open the instant messaging system on that web site to see what was going on. I ended up chatting with someone from Russia, in Esperanto.
We talked about the usual things you talk when you only learned the language for three days. How are you? where are you from? where do you live? do you have brothers or sisters? blah blah. I was amazed I could communicate so soon. Eventually I’ve got tired and I said something like “OK, that was fun, let’s continue in English please.”
– “Mi ne parolas la anglan.” was the reply. “I don’t speak English.”
What about la hispana (Spanish)?
I was talking with someone with whom I didn’t have any other common language than Esperanto. Three days before that we couldn’t have even say hi to each other.
The first time I heard about Esperanto, I attacked it. Because that was what everybody around me did and I’ve learned from them.
The second time, it annoyed me and I attacked again.
The third time, I was indifferent.
The fourth time, I was curious.
The fifth time, I started to learn it.
That’s why I keep repeating to anybody who’d listen: Esperanto, Esperanto, Esperanto, Esperanto, Esperanto. And I encourage others to do the same.
I like martial arts and I’ve practiced a couple during my life, and tried a few as well. Recently I became interested in them once again when a mail informed me of the existence of a dōjō near my house in Zürich.
And indeed Budokan is a dōjō; only Japanese martial arts are practiced there. One that always sparked my interest was Kendo, but so far I’ve never even managed to view a class. It was about time.
Continue reading “Martial arts, Zürich style”
When I was young, the laptops were Toshiba. Toshiba Satellite to be specific. Latter on IBM took that title with its Thinkpad, and the first laptop I bought was a Thinkpad which worked quite good. Very good, it’s been working almost non stop for four yeras already. I upgraded the hard disk and I gave it to my wife. I’ve decided to buy a new one. Continue reading “IBM, I'm getting a Dell”
Going back to Plone, after using WordPress for a long while, and yet again inflicting a painful migration on myself, I ended up asking myself this question: What is a blog? and I’ve found an answer that really surprised me.
I’m a very structured person. Do you remember how everybody had a folder named MP3 back in 1999 or 2000, when MP3 became popular and people started to store music on their computers? Well, I didn’t have such a folder. My folder was called “music”. MP3 was only the format, what I had in that folder was, actually, music. And I even tried and convinced some people about doing the same. Continue reading “What is a blog?”
Conor O’Brien of the Raglan Clinic and James McMahon of Hassett are the people that own me €1250, the deposit of the apartment I rented for more than a year in 4, Windermere, Gilford Road, Dublin 4, Ireland. That I returned in perfect condition and was accepted as such, more than a month ago.
Now that we got to the point, let me tell you the story. I’ll try not to sidetrack with issues like Conor arriving more than outrageously late when I had to handover the apartment and had very little time (moving to Zürich, where I live now) or that James published the apartment as having dishwasher and cable TV which it didn’t (nor was there hot water as well, or fire alarm, or the two set of keys, etc). Ooops, sidetracked. Or that when I went there with James and my wife to see the apartment, there was a guy taking a shower, in the apartment, that shouted “don’t come” and we had to return the day after. Ooops, sidetracked again. Continue reading “Who are Conor O'Brien and James McMahon?”