Dances of the Fart-Vest

Buffalo Bill’s visit to Barcelona, marred by transcription problems.

I forget who it was tried to patent a fartvest to combat spinal chills on Antarctic expeditions. Maybe it was me. If Apollo had hardwired something like this into us then her upstairs might have been spared the perennial torment of how to fit a hairdryer disguised as a space capsule into hand luggage without alarming security. But I digress.

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Föcked Translation (413): I posted to a light-hearted blog called Fucked Translation over on Blogger from 2007 to 2016, when I was often in Barcelona. Its original subtitle was "What happens when Spanish institutions and businesses give translation contracts to relatives or to some guy in a bar who once went to London and only charges 0.05€/word." I never actually did much Spanish-English translation (most of my work is from Dutch, French and German) but I was intrigued and amused by the hubristic Spanish belief, then common, that nepotism and quality went hand in hand, and by the nemeses that inevitably followed.

La Vanguardia (3): La Vanguardia is a Spanish daily newspaper, founded in 1881.

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