Re the Times Square car bomb, José M Guardia comments on the mistranslation of Chelsea tractor by Cadena Ser and others. While their minds may well be as furry as porcine slurry, the marketing of a vehicle allegedly (where?) designed for exotic and perilous deserts to surgically improved mums to transport their precious tots half a mile to school does create ample scope for creativity.
I wonder if the use of an SUV by the would-be New York bomber is not a sign of its decline as a status symbol. There was a great growth in their use in Spain at the time of the “No war for oil” movement, demonstrating the paradoxical nature of tercermundista anti-Americanism, but my impression this last year is that sales are down vis-à-vis other types. Maybe the cultural lead-time between Anglocabronía and Barcelona isn’t as great as some expat bar pundits believe.
- How to move you
- Not fucked translation
The Daily Mail and Tesco and various translation pundits just booked themselves into the nether stretches of the intestines of linguistic hell. From the Mule:
I’m not hungry, thanks! Tesco brands Finest spaghetti bolognese ‘the balls of grandad’
- Packaging features signs from an Italian market advertising ‘Le Palle de Nonno’ and ‘Coglioni di Mulo’
- They translate as ‘the
- Breakfats, breakfast of the future?
Seen this morning on a bar in Barcelona’s c/ Ancha/Ample (not the Snake Bar: that’s on Laietana, and the menu is disappointing). Mike Abayan lexes it on Urban Dictionary as “a meal for those who are trying to lose weight. it consists of non-fatty and healthy foods or, if not, no food at all.” The tens …
- ¡Gracias y adiós!
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