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Jättecool (trolls aren’t)

March 31, 2023 By Daniel Leave a Comment

Buondì.

A super-quick one today, as I’m back in Italy, back at work (albeit at the kitchen table), and have a pile of stuff to get through before the weekend. Also a pile of stuff to get through at the weekend…

One thing that takes a lot of time is managing multiple websites – we have somewhere between twenty and thirty, including the club, the school, EIN, the two shops, and various sites offering free content.

Were we to hire someone to keep them tidy, we’d have been bankrupt decades ago, so I do the job myself.

It’s not complicated these days, if you know the basics, but it does take time. To update platforms, plugins, and themes whenever something changes, and to monitor the sites for comments.

We get masses of automated spam comments and reviews, with a few genuine ones mixed in, which means I have to scan through all the rubbish (a lot of it is in Russian, or sexual in nature, or criminal, or all three), mark 99% of it for deletion, and publish the remaining fraction.

Sometimes, when the mood takes me, I’ll reply, depending also on how much time I have (hence working in the evenings and at the weekends…)

All non-automated comments and reviews are considered for publication, and almost all of them are ‘approved’ by me, which makes them visible to website users. The exception, at the moment, is stuff from Russian troll farms.

The Russian state pays people with excellent Italian to hassle us everytime we mention the war in Ukraine, or whatever wicked thing that Putin has done.

But Russian trolls are not typical trolls (think bad-tempered beasts that live in caves and come out to smash things up with their clubs, or devour passersby). These guys always have perfect Italian, which makes them easy to spot, as virtually no one else does, including me.

And they’re always very polite and reasonable, so not like me there either. For that reason, back in the day, I used to publish their comments, ‘for balance’. It took me a while to realise that no one with such perfect Italian would be following our sites unless it was their job to do so. Silly me.

Much more normal are the idiots, cave-dwelling or otherwise. We get mainly political idiots, almost always right-wing, political idiots (where are the antifas?), and, I’m guessing here, American, right-wing, political idiots.

They pop up in the comments section when the topic is immigration, vaccinations, abortion, Trump, mass shootings, gay marriage, or similar.

You’d think the most powerful country in the world could get by very well without having its citizens hassle poor little me, sitting at my kitchen table, defenceless except for the delete button, which for now I’m only using on bots (automated spam) and RUSSIAN trolls.

But no, fortunately for put-upon American christians, gun owners, and billionaire politicians, we have culture warriors like Gus, who wrote to complain that writers at EasyItalianNews.com are biased. As proof, they didn’t mention that the most recent mass shooter was transgender. Gus rests his case.

Wow, I didn’t know that, thanks Gus! All the newspapers I read just said it was a woman, and that this was unusual, which it is, fortunately.

Thank the Lord that there aren’t more angry females, cis or otherwise, who pick up their military-style weapons and blast away. With a wife and two daughters, I wouldn’t last long!

That said, I live in Europe, where citizens, of any gender or sexual orientation, are not permitted by their governments to stock up on automatic weapons. Hunters can still get hunting rifles and shotguns in most places, even in Europe. OMG ragazzi, watch out for trans hunters! Though at least they won’t have extra-long magazines…

So there you go. I could make plenty more jokes, but won’t. Shooting people isn’t funny. Though at the stand up comedy place we went to in London on Sunday, the host was asking the audience in the front row where they were from, and making jokes about them.

“You’re American? Don’t shoot me.”

You can read Gus’s comment, and my considered reply, on the EasyItalianNews.com site, here, assuming you’re in the mood to get depressed about the state of the world, and the people in it. Many thanks, by the way, to everyone that sent a donation.

Talking about comment spam, I once compiled a poem from it. It was funny! At least, I thought so. Unfortunately, I can no longer find it. It’s not in my 2019 ‘capolavoro’, No Permit’s Required.

And no, the apostrophe in the title is NOT wrong, as anyone who could be bothered to read the introductory poem on p.4 of the FREE sample chapter (.pdf) would see. It’s IS, not a genitive.

By the way, did you know that in Swedish they don’t bother with the genitive apostrophe? It’s because they don’t use -s for plurals, I suppose, so don’t need to. Daniels hus, for example.

No wait, that’s Norwegian… Jättecool! I’ve just discovered I can read Norwegian, as well as Swedish.

Languages are good like that. Some of them anyway. If you can get by in Italian, why not have a go at Spanish?

Check out the rather neglected OnlineSpanishClub.com for free resources, and no articles like this one. We sell Spanish easy readers and 1-1 lessons, too.

Gotta go.

A lunedì.

P.S.

Don’t forget, next week is the Spring Sale at our two online shops, EasyReaders.org (ebooks) and NativeSpeakerTeachers.com (online lessons).

There’ll be a 20% coupon code, valid on everything, which I’ll let you have on Monday.

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Don’t be shy about unsubscribing. There are about fourteen thousand club members, and when I looked yesterday, an amazing 39% of them had opened the email with Wednesday’s article. I’m aiming to raise that still further!

Which means getting rid of anyone with no sense of humour…

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Photo competition winner / Final days in London

March 29, 2023 By Daniel 13 Comments

Buondì.

Thanks to Tony, the only entrant in our photo competition to find the best view from a public lavatory, and therefore the winner!

A view from the men’s public conveniences in Assisi

It’s the view from the men’s public conveniences in Assisi, apparently. Beh, they’re a primitive lot in Umbria, so don’t have glass. In Emilia Romagna we have windows in our toilets. Peckham too.

Still, no glass means no graffiti, at least. Bravo Tony!

E poi, an update on the final days of our ‘nothing to do with learning Italian’ holiday. I’m writing this from a bed in Peckham (it’s really QUIET here, not at all how I remember London!) We’re due to fly back to Bologna this evening, and be back at the school tomorrow.

So, Sunday you already heard about. Monday I started the day writing the previous article (the view from the toilet window, etc.) before rising from my borrowed bed and catching a red London bus (top deck, for the view) across south-east London, to Greenwich (Brits pronounce it Grenich, not Green Witch), where I used to live as a young man, in the late eighties.

Greenwich is touristy, with its market, views of the river, historic sailing ship, naval college, and royal park, but a little off the beaten track, so not on every London visitor’s list. I used to like it because it doesn’t feel so much like being in a big city, and because it’s small enough to walk around.

We strolled along the river path a little, past the Cutty Sark, then to the Oxfam bookshop, to fill up what little space was left in our trolleys for the trip home with English-language second hand books, which are hard to find where we live.

By which point it was almost lunchtime, so we walked through the historic market, with its appetizing displays of Asian street food.

We’re not eating here, I told my wife and daughter, until you have at least LOOKED THROUGH THE WINDOW of Greenwich’s most famous eatery. Then, if you don’t like what’s on offer, we can come back for a stir fry, or a dal, or whatever.

Some background. Over a multi-decade career as a teacher of English as a foreign language, nearly thirty years of that abroad in various places, I’ve heard, over and over again, that English food is terrible, and often had not much defence to offer.

There are cornish pasties, of course, and dear to my heart they are, too. But besides fish and chips, which everyone has heard of but which may have been invented by an Italian and a Belgian, there’s not much in the way of ‘visible’ English cooking. Not in the same way that you can stroll around an Italian city and see Italian culinary delights everywhere.

I’ve always had to explain to students that there ARE English culinary traditions (also Scottish, Welsh and Irish), but that they might be hard to find outside the home. Pubs might offer a roast dinner on a Sunday, or fish and chips, or steak and chips, or sausage and chips, but non-chip-based dining options are likely to be something ‘foreign’ – Chinese, Indian, or Italian by long tradition. Dishes from around the world are much more available than anything that can be called ‘traditional English’ cooking.

Back in Greenwhich, out of the market and around the corner, stands Goodards ‘pie and mash’ shop, which I’d eaten in once before, in 1988, and remembered as being that rarest of beasts, a traditional English food vendor.

What they sell are pies of different types (like pasties, but cheaper, and not so good), served with scoops of mashed potato, covered in brown ‘gravy’ or bright-green ‘liquor’ (probably some sort of parsley sauce…) It’s cheap, cheerful, and rather filling, and is served with a mug of tea.

The pies were originally made from eels, apparently, but now the standard is beef (vegan/vegetarian options exist.) Eels come as an extra, if you want them. Never having been adventurous enough, this time I thought I would be, so had pie, mash and eels.

I’d assumed that eels would be slimy, wiggly things, like worms. In fact they were what might have been chopped up lumps of fried fish, complete with silvery skin and, as the server warned me, a section of spine in the middle of each piece. Slosh a lot vinegar and pepper on, she advised, so I did, and they were good!

Pie, mash, eels and tea, seated at a table, in the warm, with a toilet, in the center of a major tourist destination, for well under a tenner. That’s really not bad. The editor of EasyItalianNews.com (see below) had the pie, mash, and tea, but then also an apple crumble, half-buried under a moutain of lumpy yellow custard. She loves desserts but, predictably, she was defeated by that one.

Leaving Goddards, we walked up through Greenwich Park to the observatory at the top, from where there is a marvellous view of London. It’s probably the best, but be warned, the path is steep at the end. Be further warned – the famous Prime Meridian line (be photographed standing with one foot in the eastern hemisphere and one in the western) is inside the rather expensive museum. We didn’t bother. The view, at least, is free.

We walked on through the park and out the back way, on to Blackheath, a ‘heath’ in a city, so named because it was where plague victims were buried, apparently. Crossing Blackheath to Blackheath Village, we bought yet more second hand books from charity shops, then took the ‘Overground’ train back home, to chill a little before the evening’s excitement.

My daughter had decided to drag me back to the West End, London’s theater district, for an evening in a comedy club, of all things. I do the jokes around here, I told her. Even if no one laughs…

I have to say, I wasn’t enthusiastic, preferring what she describes as ‘old man pubs’, for a quiet pint and a chat, maybe some pork scratchings as a special treat. A long bus ride, then descending into a black-painted basement, pulsing with rap music and crowded with noisy young people, would not normally be high on my list of things to do on a Monday evening.

But still, they had beer, and my daughter and the editor were into it, so I drank up and kept quiet. Also, on non-peak days, the well-known Top Secret Comedy Club has an admission price of just £1, the idea being, as the host explained, that anyone can enjoy ‘The Authentic Stand Up Experience’, ‘not just the rich’. Donations would be asked for instead, at the end of the show, we were told. I quietly resolved not to bother, so felt better.

But no, we had fun. The editor laughed out loud on several occasions, and wiped tears from her eyes. Good job she hadn’t put on mascara, she said.

The stand ups themselves were a mixed bunch, and mostly funny, sometimes very. My favourite was Jack Hester. If you don’t mind a lot of cuss words, you can watch him online, here. At the end of the show, I happily threw a £20 note in the owner’s bucket. The red bus back home was faster late in the evening, and from the top deck we admired the lights on the skyscrapers.

So that was Monday. Tuesday it poured, which was dispiriting. Lacking better ideas, we took the ‘overland’ train to London Bridge, to see Borough Market. I’d never been, but we’d heard it was a good place to find lunch, with hundreds of street food vendors.

That part was true, though it was also a good place to find groups of Spanish teenagers, large American families posing for photos in the middle of the sidewalk, and so on. I’m not a crowd person. I’m a grouchy, peace and quiet person, at least I was until the comedy club.

But they had pies! I enjoyed this one (check it out, man, innit –  as they say in south east London.) Delicious crust, packed with meat and gravy, and only five pounds! Wow. The editor paid double that for a pad Thai, I’ve no idea why. There was an apple crumble stall too, which she ignored.

But no cheap tea anywhere, and it was raining still, so after a rushed meal, and needing to pee, we exited the market, which by this point was heaving with tourists, into the relative tranquility of Borough itself. Think skypscrapers overhead (the famous Shard), multiple train lines one level up from the street, and a typical British High Street at ground level, complete with red buses and puddles.

Ducking down an alley, we found the Old King’s Head, a proper ‘old man pub’ at last! The landlady was yelling abuse at a delivery driver, but agreed that the pub was open and that she could serve us beer.

We were the only customers at first, though people gradually drifted in as it got closer to regular lunchtime. They were all men, the younger ones clad in high-visibility jackets, the older ones with sticks. I had an ale. From Sussex, I think.

In the afternoon we didn’t do a lot, because of the rain. We walked some, we bought more second hand books from charity shops, we marvelled at the real estate prices (over a million pounds for a small family home!), and we waited for my daughter to get back from law school on her bicycle.

Her plan for the evening was to eat at a Vietnamese place in Peckham Rye, about which she’d heard good things. She wanted me to have a change from fish and chips, pasties, and pies.

Banh Banh is ‘five siblings cooking vietnamese food in south east london’, according to their website. I had no idea what to order, so let myself be guided by the friendly server, who suggested the ‘clay pot’ special (choice of pork, chicken, or prawns as the main ingredient), rice as a side, and a Portuguese white wine to mop it up.

It didn’t sound very inspiring, and wasn’t cheap by pie standards, but I was going with the flow, so didn’t grumble. But actually, it was really, really good! Large chunks of meat, cooked, as advertised, in a clay pot, in black, sweet/sour/very spicy sauce, into which, having burned my mouth and embarrassed myself trying to eat the pork with chopsticks, I tipped the rice. And finished every morsel. The wine, too.

Così. Today we’re heading for London’s Chinatown, a final lunch with my daughter, then towards Heathrow airport for a few hours catching up with emails and the evening flight home, to Italy. All things being well, tomorrow it’ll be back to pasta and pizza, pizza and pasta, holidays done with, for a while.

A venerdì.

P.S

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Yesterday I read/listened to Tuesday’s bulletin of ‘easy’ Italian news, then had a bit of a moan to the editor, who I have the good fortune to be married to, though that can make things awkward when there’s something I’m not happy with.

EasyItalianNews.com is funded by donations, as I often mention. Each couple of months they appeal for support, which they are supposed to have been doing this week, starting last Thursday and ending tomorrow.

You can donate at any time, and people do, but not in large numbers. So every eight weeks or so we push. This time the campaign is carefully scheduled so as to end before other promotions in which we’re involved in begin (see the P.S. above), and so as to fill EIN’s coffers before payroll day, at the beginning of April.

I was happy with the two bulletins I read/listened to (Saturday’s and Tuesday’s – I’d gotten behind), but totally not satisfied with the ‘please donate’ texts. The editor had just copied and pasted the same thing, Thursday, Saturday and Tuesday.

“That’s no good!”, I yelled, “That way, you’re just teaching them to ignore the message.”

“People who value what you do need to know that we rely on donations to pay the team, that we have to pay them every bloody month, and that without cash, I’m going to have to shell out myself!”

“And it’s no good just telling them once. You have FOURTEEN THOUSAND people reading and listening, and maybe a few hundred donors, one of whom recently sent us £0.82… Make a bit of an effort, will you?”

Then I had to apologise, so as not to ruin the penultimate day of our holiday.

But I was right, and couldn’t stop thinking about it, so had another go, as married people do.

“No one likes asking for money, but it’s what makes the world go around! If you want to keep doing this, try a little harder. No, try a lot harder!”

Donate here.

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