some pieces of fascinating broken English


Saturday, 31 March 2007

organic fever


From the very first moment after my arrival I realized that the word "organic" were going to be omnipresent during my British stay.

The adjective "organic" applied to "food" produces the English expression to say "ecologic food" (which is how we call it in Spain). The difference is that in Spain it's just a new fashion whereas in Britain it's a ftotally consolidated trend.

At the shop, in the fast-foods, in the ads... , "organic" is just the golden word. There's even a supermarket chain specialised in organic food which has become the shopping temple of the educated middle class and the upper-middle class. Buy/eat organic is a maxim repeated by the media and followed by the consumer community.

We, at home, are also somehow devoted to this postmodern faith. Our favorite chocolate is a new organic brand, called "Green and blacks" and the other day Jaime, one of my flatmates!, was shocked after discovering in the shop they are even selling organic cat-food!

But has this organic fever a rational foundation?

Yesterday my doubts about this matter started to rise. In "BBC Focus", a science magazine, I read that the scientific community is skeptical about this kind of products. There are not empirical evidence about the benefits of eating organic food instead of conventionally cultivated one. Moreover, there is cases in which the organic agriculture might be worse for health. The researchers have discovered, for instance, that the bacteria of the salmonella is three times more present in organic chicken than in those grown in conventional farms.

Neverless I must recognise also that there are good points on the organic way of eat. The products commercialized under the label organic very often happen to be actually healthiest. But that's because of the ingredients chosen and not because this ingredients are organic. Olive oil is healthiest than palma oil no matter it is organic or not. The mistake is to mixed up the importance of the healthy diet with the necessity of eating organically cultivated stuff.

The second positive side of organic food is that it tends to be better tasting. Country free range eggs, seasonal vegetables, etc. are tastier than the equivalent products coming from the intensive agriculture. Here the objection is that I can enjoy it because I belong to a privileged minority of the rich Western World. But what would happen if the whole 6 billion people who populate our planet would enter into the organic way of eating? The answer: we would need the surface of 3 or 4 extra planets earth to cultivate the food that the world eats today with the organic agricultural techniques.
Organic is an unsustainable luxe.

Monday, 26 March 2007

got a job!


I've already found a job. I'm working as a barman in a restaurant-café called "Café Emm".

Its funny, for the first time in my life, I've got a nice and friendly manager. He's decided to make a professional barman out of me. He tries to help me all the time. Instead of telling me you must be faster Matías or, you are doing everything wrong Matías, as I was used to with all my former managers, he says take it easy Matías you cannot learn everything in one day or, dont be nervous please, relax yourself, unbelievable. The café is in Soho which we can say is the most lively district for going out in London, as well as the gay village of the city.

Yes, I know, I told you all before leaving Granada that I was not going to accept a job which wasn't related with my studies. But hey.... London is not as easy as I thought. I'm afraid that I'm going to have to wait until my English improves a little to find a proper job.

(the picture above is the main dinning room in the café)

Sunday, 25 March 2007

plastic surgery

Until now, nobody has contacted me about my accommodation problem. But anyhow I have taken the decision to continue doing my normal life as if nothing was happening with these individuals. To begin with, I will keep writing my blog posts as I had decided before the whole thing started.

Today I want to recommend you a fancy website about plastic surgery. Have you ever thought about going through some retouches? I always believed that it would be great... with the technology we will have in the year 2050. But with the current means I personally find going to the operating theater a reckless action. Plastic surgery is still nowadays more an art than a science. Is an art which involves our flesh!

Go and have a look, the web site in question has tons of pictures of the "bad jobs" that celebrities do to their faces, and very cruel descriptions of them. Down here you can enjoy my favorite one.

Jocelyn Wildenstein doesn't look pretty

Tuesday, 20 March 2007

my new house in London

Many of you are probably wondering about the place where I ended up when coming to London. It's understandable if you are a bit worried about me getting into trouble. After all, it wouldn't be the first time I get into complications whilst abroad. Some of you might even be afraid of the kind of people who so generously have taken me in at their home. Too much generosity may seem suspicious at times.

Well, unfortunately, all your fears are completely justified. As you, my friends, told me, people don’t give anything for nothing. It was certainly strange that people who knew me so little were so kind and helpful. Yes, my dears, I should have listen to you. Some strangers offering me to stay at their house all the time I needed, just like that, for nothing? Now I realize that I was so naif. Indeed, there are no good people in here.

Actually, there are lots of them. Some live here all the time, some others just intermittently. This warehouse being so big and full of rooms, it's a bit difficult to work out how many people really live in this space. But I'm particularly worried about the intentions of two of them. These two guys are the ones who sort of run the flat. Everyone seem to follow what they say. At the beginning they behaved in a polite and friendly way towards me. But as days go by, I started noticing some abnormal behavior in them. Now I have reasons to think that they are some kind of sexually perverted individuals. The other day I even noticed them spying on me from behind the plants. I did nothing; I pretended not to have noticed. But I cannot feel safe anymore. I'm afraid of what may happen to me if I don’t find another place to stay soon. That's why I wanted to ask you for help, my friends, if any of you know of some place where I can stay temporarily until I find something else, please let me know as soon as possible, thank you. ASAP

a trip of a robot

So it seems like I’m writing my second post, I can barely believe it, I was fearing to do again a one-post-only-blog for the second time, and now I’m sure it is not going to happen. In the worst of cases, I will have done this time a two-post-only-blog which is some advance anyway.

Okay, so for this second post it’s time of one of those videos…
This robot scares me; it looks like an evil giant insect. But I also fancy it a lot. Despite it rustic aspect it’s a state-of-the-art piece of robotics. It belongs to a new generation of machines which can move around like a human or an animal no matter how rough the terrain is.

Sunday, 18 March 2007

broken english

I really feel like writing a blog and reaching the journalistic stardom. I’ve felt like it since many months ago, but one reason (or pretext) after another has put off the moment until... now?

In fact I had already taken the firm decision to start it up on last November and I actually started, but all what I finally did was a
one-only-post-blog. After that some unexpected events happened in Spain and stopped me from continuing writing.

Anyway, this time, I intend to succeed and write regularly about many things, using this weird of an English that I have for the moment. So guy... Why in English if you are so fucking bad in that language? You’ll ask at this point. The answer is because I’ve come to London to learn it and since I live with two Spanish guys and I work translating French texts, if I would also write my blog in Spanish I could go to learn English to Seville and it wouldn’t make such a big difference.

Here I have to mention and thank my brand new flat mate. His name is Rafael, "Sweetie pie" for the friends, and is the one who have had the simple-but-great idea. Why don’t you just write your blog in English? He told me when I was complaining of wanting to write some blog and never doing it. It doesn’t matter that your English writing will be broken English, broken English is quite charming even. He said. And you know what? I answered: goood idea boy!