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Lost in Pronunciation

It has always driven me crazy how they pronounce the name of the Lamborghini Murciélago on Top Gear (mur-che-LA’-go). Everyone always tells me, “The pronunciation is different in Italian than in Spanish.” GUESS WHAT. It’s NOT. Bat is “pipistrello” in Italian – it’s not even “murciélago”. The correct pronunciation is the Spanish pronunciation… because it’s named after a 19th century Spanish bull. From the Wiki article:

In a continuation of Lamborghini’s tradition of giving its cars names from the world of bullfighting, the Murciélago was named for a fighting bull that survived 28 sword strokes in an 1879 fight against Rafael “El Lagartijo” Molina Sanchez, at the Coso de los califas bullring in Córdoba, Spain. Murciélago fought with such passion and spirit that the matador chose to spare its life, a rare honor. The bull, which came from Joaquin del Val di Navarra’s farm, was later presented as a gift to Don Antonio Miura, a noted local breeder; thus began the famed Miura line of fighting bulls, which provided the name for one of Lamborghini’s first great cars.

Murciélago is the Spanish name for the bat. The word is pronounced [murθiˈelaɣo], with a voiceless dental fricative [θ] (as in English thing), in the Castilian Spanish spoken in most of Spain. However, the Italian automaker often uses the Southern Spain and Latin American Spanish pronunciation, [mursiˈelaɣo], with an [s] sound.

Dear Jeremy Clarkson, Please stop hurting my feelings and say it right. You should be ashamed of yourself that a girl who doesn’t know a fraction of what you do about cars knows how to pronounce the name of this Lambo correctly and you, sir, do not. Don’t break my heart anymore, Jeremy. Sincerely, Me. P.S. OK, I admit it: I totally love Hamster more. But if you said “Murciélago” right, it might be a tougher call. P.P.S. I’m not even scolding James May for this crime, because he’s eternally forgiven for any wrongdoings for having filmed “On the Moon” and “At the Edge of Space”.

April 2, 2010   6 Comments

I changed my mind.

I always complain to George about how I hate driving.

It’s not just a random hate: for most of my adult life, I have lived in cities where public transportation was the norm and/or urban sprawl (or lack thereof?) allowed you to simply walk/bike everywhere. I’m used to that; I like it that way. The transition to the U.S. hasn’t been a simple one for many reasons, that being one of the more important ones.

Additionally, most of my adult life I never even OWNED a car… and the short time that I did own one (before now), ended in it being totaled. By a horse. I wasn’t driving. I swear.

It hasn’t helped to live in a city where the vast majority of the diurnal drivers are retirees (who shouldn’t be driving) and soccer moms talking on their cell phones (who SHOULDN’T BE DRIVING, PULL OVER AND TALK, PLEASE, I AM FINE WITH YOU TAKING YOUR LIFE INTO YOUR OWN HANDS BUT NOT MINE). After witnessing how these drivers treat pedestrians and bikers, how they are incapable of driving in rain (folks, we’re in the subtropics, it rains a LOT, learn to drive in the rain or gtfo), the lack of their ability to YIELD WHEN I HAVE PREFERENCE causing me to, more often that I’d like, slam on my horn, and watching a distracted lady use the suicide lane inappropriately and get RAMMED by a FedEx truck, I was more than ready to hang my keys and say adieu to driving.

But you can’t really do that, in suburbia, can you?

Today I rediscovered the joy of driving.

For this, I’d like to thank today’s bright, sunshine-y day, Ke$ha’s Tik Tok, Boots & Boys, and Blah Blah Blah (yes, I listen to Ke$ha, I can if I want :P ), and driving fast. Really fast.

I think I need a radar detector.

March 23, 2010   10 Comments