Good judges

I’ve always wondered where Spanish judges, particularly local ones, find justification for their habit of ignoring judicial precedent and ruling whatever the hell they feel like. Having read Azorín’s Los pueblos (1904) yesterday evening, I think I’m getting closer. It contains the story of Don Alonso, a rural judge in Ciudad Real, who is presented…

Syndicated stuff

Should be more interesting now. Whereas previously it included a small fixed list of blogs, now it takes items I fancied from a much wider range.

But are Polynesians Catalan?

I’d have thought this story establishes for once and for all that chickens discovered America, but I guess there’s still a whole load of work to do.