Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Day 49: A Brief Revaluation Of The Poorly Named Museum

I was harsh on the museum. If it was "The Museum of Brazilian Literature" I wouldn't have gotten my hopes up for linguistics. If their website didn't brag about linguistics I wouldn't have gotten my hopes up about linguistics.

I would have loved it.

Also, they introduced me to this quote: "Navigar é preciso, viver não é preciso." - "Exploration is necessary, Survival is not." 

I have never loved a quote more*. 

I repeat it to everyone I see today. It fails to evoke excitement. Perhaps they cant understand my accent. 




*Hyperbole.

Day 48: A Long And Boring Account Of My Visit To A Poorly Named Museum

The Museum of the Portuguese Language is three stories. Floor one holds an exhibit of sculptures loosely associated with Portuguese words. Sometimes full sentences. Floor two is famous Brazilian novels. Floor three is poetry. This looks a lot like a museum of Brazilian Literature.

In a room on the second floor I find the only nod to linguistics. A kiosk is dedicated to each of the four regions which most heavily influenced the Portuguese language.

First kiosk: Africa. Awesome. Will they detail the process by which most agricultural terms in Portuguese came from Bantu speaking plantation slaves? What about the colonies in Africa? I have always wondered if Swahili names for commonly traded goods found their way into Portuguese. Perhaps I will finally find the answer? 

Nope. The Africa kiosk just has some vases and tiki masks. 

Really?

Next Kiosk: Europe. Ok, Africa was tough. Portuguese contact there was poorly documented until recently and so it's hard to separate carts from horses. European Portuguese, however, is well attested all the way back to its birth in 218 B.C. I remember from a linguistics class that Portugal's rulers spoke only Mozarabic for a while, and so the language took on an entire vocabulary set related to administration. But, because their relationship was all business, they adopted zero Mozarabic words relating to feelings or personal issues. But what about Spanish? Or Arabic? How did they influence Portuguese and vice versa? 

Instead of answering my questions I am shown some unadorned Roman plates or something equally unmemorable. Portuguese did not come from only Latin! What about Visigothic? The letter 'ç' comes from Visigothic 'z'. You can't tell me they got a letter from their Visigothic kings and no other linguistic influence. 

Next Kiosk: South American Indians. I walk past it without looking. 

The linguistic family tree on the wall is the only piece of linguistics in this whole building. Unfortunately its makers seem to think "Languages from Asia" is a language family. Geographical grouping of language families!? What kind of a lazy ignorant knucklehead signed off on that? Not a linguist, that's who. 

Years ago I was in a Library. They had chronologically ordered ship logs from Portuguese explorers in the Amazon River. Going forward in time you could see changes in the grammar, different conjugations becoming more popular, and new words appearing. It was awesome. 

Then I went to the Museum of the Portuguese Language. It was less awesome. 

I feel like I just went to the Air and Space museum but instead of spacesuits and science they had an interpretive dance troupe reenacting the cow jumping over the moon to the Star Wars Soundtrack. 

Monday, October 1, 2012

Day 47: Corinthians

Everyone in Brazil loves one soccer team and hates two; they love their team, they hate their rival, and they hate the Corinthians.

Corinthians fans are the exception to this rule. Corinthianos love one team and hate everything else. 

Or so I'm told. I'm told many things about the Corinthians.

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Day 46: Hooligans

I only have enough milk for half a bowl of cereal. I discover this after pouring a full bowl of cereal. Oh well.
One of my students is late. "Sorry, I forgot to set my alarm clock." OK, it happens.
Traffic is bad. The Corinthians are rioting in the streets again. Oh well.

"..Wait, they had a game today?" Nope. Just felt like a nice day to riot.

"Did they have a game yesterday or something?" No, they just like to riot. They are Corinthianos after all. The news says they've been rioting all week in other parts of the city.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Day 45: McFerrari's

A McDonald's burger starts at ten dollars. A crumpled big mac wrapper in the back of your car is a status symbol.

No one understands my confusion.

After all, they reason, the best burger ever doesn't just come for nothing. And from the inventor of burgers no less. It's not like fresh fruit* that grows on a tree. Otherwise poor people would be eating there.

The what? from the who? "Poor people DO eat there. And most of the richer people I know scoff** at the place."

They are in shock. "So not only does everyone have a Ferrari, but in America, even your poor people get to eat at McDonald's?" This one is too much for some of them. They won't believe this.

This is too much for me. I don't believe this.




* A dozen fresh bananas, vine ripened, harvested this morning: 50 cents. 
** I don't actually know the word "scoff" in Portuguese. I put my thumb on my nose and said "Argentina people" 

Day 44: My Car

Everyone in America has a Ferrari  I nearly had this myth dispelled when one of my students found a picture of me on Facebook. I was standing next to a busted 90's mustang.

It's a convertible. It's red. Definitely a Ferrari. Definitely MY Ferrari. Definitely proof.

All Americans have Ferraris.

Day 43: Without Success

Nata and I are going to grab lunch at a shopping mall named Bom Sucesso - 'Good Success'. I might have heard it called by another name once.

"Is it the same as Sem Sucesso?" 

Nata laughs. He's never heard it called 'Without Success' before. "Yes, that's this one."

This town has sixty shopping malls. If he's never heard that name, then how does he know its this one? I'm working out how to ask him in Portuguese. Then I see the mall.