Indigenous Languages are Dying in Australia

Globalization is an interesting phenomenon — on one hand, it makes the world accessible to everyone. On the other? Entire cultures being wiped out by Coca-cola, McDonald’s, Hollywood and everything else from the western world. That’s what’s happening in Australia, for instance. The Languages of the aborigines are vanishing like wildfire, giving way to ‘G’Day Mate’ and other cliche Aussie sayings.

Here’s an alarming statistic: Of the 6992 distinct languages worldwide, one is vanishing every two weeks. And they’re not just dying in Australia — South and North America are seeing their aboriginal languages dying quickly as well, and many are on the verge of distinction as only a handful of people in the world speak them. English is taking over as the universal language and while that’s not a bad thing for those of us who speak it, it’s sad to see age-old native tongues become lost forever.

Photo of the Day (9/19/07)

I am so fond of this picture. Bennyjewell just posted it yesterday. The person in the window behind the frosted glass is actually a mannequin. According to the tag list, this was shot in Paris. The photographer said that he shouted out just as the woman was passing by so she would look his way. I’m impressed with how perfectly she is framed in contrast to the mannequin. This is is certainly a case of being at the right place at the right time and having your camera ready–also, not being afraid to get the shot that you envision. Hopefully, the woman was not too perturbed. One of my favorite photo essay books is Ageless Mind and Spirit: Faces and Voices from India’s Elderly. This photo reminds me of those.

If you’d like your photos to be considered for a Photo of the Day, post them at Gadling’s Photo Pool on Flickr. All sorts of subjects catch our eye.

To Talk Like a Pirate, Go Where the Real Ones Are–Or Not

Catherine posted the scoop on International Talk Like a Pirate Day, even translating boardroom talk into pirate lingo–impressive, but for some honest to goodness pirate talk, head to the Straits of Malacca. Pirates still sail the waters here, wrecking havoc by capturing crews, taking over ships, and stealing their goods. The goods might be three million dollars of diesel fuel, for example. Just in case you’re a bit fuzzy about where this is exactly, (I even looked it up to be clear and I used to live in the region), here’s a map. The Sraits of Malacca is the stretch of water between Sumatra in Indonesia and the west coast of Malaysia. Singapore is at one end of it.

Marilyn Terrell, chief researcher for National Geographic Traveler, sent us a link to a National Geographic magazine article that details the history of and the current practice of honest-to-goodness pirates in this part of the world. It’s a fascinating read made more interesting by the account of the writer Peter Gwin who travels to where the pirates are. He interviews various players along the way, starting with one who is in jail. The pirate, like many other pirates, is from Batam, Indonesia. This is where Peter Gwin’s journey takes him, until he eventually learns, first-hand, the ropes of pirate living–part of it involves a karaoke bar.

I’ve been to Batam, Indonesia. At the time, it was a popular quick getaway from Singapore because of it had a decent resort hotel and a golf course. The school where I taught had a three-day retreat here. When I was at the retreat bonding with co-workers, I had no idea pirates were making their thievery plans close to where people recreate. I’ve also been to the west coast of Malaysia near to where pirates roam. Malacca is one of my most favorite towns, one I’d love to go back to and I recommend without reservations. My husband did say that Medan in Sumatra, also close to the straits, is, to paraphrase, “the armpit of hell.” He went there on a school trip with high schoolers. The night before their return flight, all 20 kids, plus the other chaparone got food poisoning. It was a real barf fest. Sorry, but it’s true.

When I read this article about the Straits of Malaysia and pirates, it reminded me about how little one can know about where one lives and travels sometimes. There are so many different realties. My version of Singapore and travel to the places near it, was mostly the clean cut version, although I could go on about some of the seamier details. Most of the time, however, I was busy with my job and with friends during the week. Holidays and weekend travel was a chance to unwind and have a bit of adventure–safe adventure. If I walked by a pirate, I wouldn’t have noticed.

If you have a notion to head through this part of the world, keep your eyes open. If you’re traveling through on the water, stay off of tankers. And if you get stopped by a pirate, refer to Catherine’s post. Maybe talking like one will help.

The photo is a montage created by Tarky7 and posted on Flikr today. The decription talks about Talk Like a Pirate Day and Modern piracy.

Expat Newspapers in Central Europe and Russia

When I lived in the Czech Republic, I relied quite heavily upon the local English language newspaper to keep me up to date and fill me in on happenings around town.

For someone who understood Czech very, very poorly, this was indeed a godsend.

The Prague Post was one of the very first English language expat newspapers to emerge in the former Warsaw Pact during the post communist era. Many others soon followed its example as more and more foreigners moved into the region to live, work, and play.

Today there is an English language newspaper in nearly every former communist capital. While this is a great resource for foreigners living aboard, most of these papers also provide a bounty of information for visitors. Better yet, many are online as well.

Here is just a short list of the largest newspapers in the region:

Prague: Prague Post
Budapest: Budapest Sun
Moscow: Moscow Times, Exile
St. Petersburg: St. Petersburg Times
Warsaw: Warsaw Voice
Slovakia: Slovak Spectator
The Baltics: Baltic Times

Shiver Me Timbers! Today is “International Talk Like a Pirate Day”

Wednesday, September 19, is “the only day of the year you can talk like a pirate and not be entirely insane,” touts the website for “Talk Like a Pirate Day.” The folks behind TLAPD have some great resources for non-pirates wanting to join the club; you can take a quiz to determine your pirate name (mine is Iron Charity Bonney, which to me sounds like it might be related to an Iron Chastity Belt, something I certainly want no party of), learn some pirate phrases, and even type in sentences which will be translated into pirate dialect for you.

For example, instead of saying something like this: “The committee has decided to reallocate your time to the filing group. We look forward to the exciting new synergies between these departments,” you would say this: “Aye matey, those scalawags in their fine breeches want ye’ to move o’er with the scurvy dogs yonder. If ye’ don’t come back with some fine booty, we be keelhaulin’ you next morn!”

And if you really want to be a pirate, check out our list of real-life pirate hangouts. Put on that eye patch, strap on the peg leg, and let your inner pirate loose. But maybe hold off on the pillaging and plundering. Arrgh!

[via Reuters]