Newsgroup: it.cultura.linguistica.inglese
Titolo: *** PACIFIC MEETING REPORT *** All read! (Fun Inside)

OK folks, here is a semi-serious report on the ICLING meeting, Pacific
Wing. Disclaimer: very little of what you are going to read is true; we 
just met, but then I felt like coloring it a bit. It's more fun if you 
decide what is true.
A while ago, a short thread appeared on icling about the possibility
of setting up a group meeting for the Pacific Wing (Bay Area) of the ng. 
The response was enthusiastic: not less than two people agreed that it
was a good idea, one of them being me. The support of the masses being 
granted, we started to work out the logistic details. The first issue was 
where to meet; it was discovered that getting N people to agree on 
something (with N being any number greater than 1) is hard. In this case, 
it was me and the famous GFCARRERA. The process included many 
factors, ranging from geophysical considerations (should we meet on 
a tectonic fault?) to social aspects (only dummies live south of Pacifica 
according to her). Neutral locations were considered too, like meeting 
in the middle of one of the suspended bridges of the Bay, but that would 
have been kind of difficult to explain to the National Guard that patrols 
them in these days.
In the end she kindly pointed out that as a gentleman, I was the one
supposed to get off my fat ass and drive to her place; I always cooperate
when things are asked so nicely. Hell, it's a damsel we are talking about.
So I got the driving directions and out I went. The directions were
simple enough: go to Pacifica, keep driving uphill until you are immersed
in thick fog, then start looking for a vomit-green house;  she would hang 
a cat outside to make it easier to spot. She likes cats. 
Finding the place was no problem, even if she forgot the cat. For me, it
was the first time I met somebody I got to know over the Internet so I
was feeling a little like an idiot, but I was warmly welcomed by our 
lady and after a few minutes I was perfectly at ease, with scores of cats
sniffing and staring at me from all over the place. The house is perched
on the top of a hill and it has a breathtaking view over the sea (when you
can see it; did I mention the fog already?)
Next, we drove a little around Pacifica; it is a nice place if you lived
in Texas before, but that day the weather on the coast was lousy and
everything had that typical sad but fascinating look all sea places have 
in winter. So we moved from one place with two buildings facing a wet 
parking lot to another with three buildings and a wet parking lot on the side. 
Then we stood for a while looking in awe at a freeway feeder; by that time 
( 3 PM ) it got dark so we started looking for a place to eat. The only 
restaurant in Pacifica, a Taco Bell, was closed, so we stopped in a wet 
parking lot to consider our options.
We verified that I hate vegetables just as much as she hates meats, so
it took a little driving before we could find this small place in Nevada 
where they serve things based on cheese and mushrooms.
The dinner was delicious, we ate and talked and drinked and talked and
drinked and...well, you got it. In several occasions I could see that 
she was very tempted to ask me why in hell I decided to show up dressed
in a toreador outfit, but she is polite and didn't ask. It was so nice 
to sit there and chat; you know, with all my friends being dead and all 
her friends being in jail we had a lot to tell each other. For dessert
we had the house special, a Texas-size mushroom filled with hot cheese
and boy it was fun; we ended up with cheese on our face (big disgrace).
Then we drove back to California and spent some more time wandering 
on the mountains looking for the house (did I mention the... yes, I did).
 It was funny because in the dark all those houses look shit-green and if 
it wasn't for that mightly pissed cat that was screaming hanged on the porch 
we'd still be driving around. There we kissed godnight and I went back 
home happy. In the fog.
So that's about it. 
One serious word: all of the above is pure horseshit; the truth is 
that I had a nice evening with an exquisite lady. Those who don't
know her are just unlucky, sorry pigs. Those who did not come are
just plain pigs. It is true that she loves cats, but they stay inside: she 
is the one that hangs out. 
One more serious word: GFCARRERA, I hope I did not offend you with 
any of this, it's just for fun, OK? :)
One tragic word: she did not kiss me.
See you all at the next Pacific Meeting!
+--
I know you can't speak, I know you can't sign
So cry right here on the dotted line

 Wing.
-- snip --
LOL and sigh, how I wish I was there! I want to see the (LOL) Ugly Green House
inside so much!
Ciao Lupo, you lucky one, and hugs to exquisite Arianna. One of our Queens,
let's not forget!
Anna

inside so much!
Thanks for appreciating my efforts; the inside of the house is green.
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Lupo, your  semi-fictitious account   is truly very amusing.  The part about
the fog is true.  In fact, every year in Pacifica we have a fogfest.  Of
course, most of the time you can't even find Pacifica, let alone the fogfest. 
 Next time I hope to be able to welcome more than one person. How about Anna? 
How about Giorgio? They have seen the famous ugly green house, but just from
the street.  Shall we plan for a better attended reunion....let's say....next
summer?
ciao
Arianna

Arianna, I am glad you liked the story; I hope I will still be around for 
the next fogfest; so what is all this story about the realm and the multiple 
queens? I understand it is something that goes back a long time, but
 what exactly were you guys smoking when you came out with it?
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 queens?
http://web.tiscali.it/peltio/TheRealm/Files/iclings.html
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Ciao
Anna


Oh. I saw that, very interesting. Still, it does not say what you 
were smoking... :)))
Anyway, how comes that the only queen that maintains a
presence is Arianna? Where is the rest of them? Hope 
they haven't been kidnapped...
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Anna, no can email you.  Send ph # por favor!
bye
Arianna
PS: sorry about the OT message, but I don't know what else to do.

 She likes cats. 
What's the English for "gatte da pelare"?
E ti ha poi mostrato *la* gatta?

decide what is true.
It was, indeed, much fun reading your tongue-in-
cheek report of your tête-à-tête with Arianna -- royal audience, I should
say, considering her status in the Realm -- so much so that I went to look
up Pacifica CA on two different online maps. Though I zoomed in as close as
I could, I failed to see any green house. Camouflaged well, I must say;
probably hidden in the fog at this time of the year.
Not far from San
Francisco, I see. Haven't been that way since... 1970, I think.
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Xakero
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 they haven't been kidnapped...
They are probably stuck in a traffic jam with all the red buses that
seem to have dissappeared from the immeadiate surrounds.
Loki
-- 
  Brevity is the soul of wit.    W.Shakespeare

 E ti ha poi mostrato *la* gatta?
    Ehm... questa però non la traduco...
    Ciao,
            Nicola
P.S. Però una volta m'è successa una cosa analoga. Una vecchina tanto dolce
quanto ignara della lingua inglese, che nelle intenzioni di chi aveva
organizzato i corsi ella doveva insegnarci, una volta portò a scuola alcune
sue foto. Mostrando una foto del suo gatto al lettore di inglese, gli
chiese, candidamente e ad alta voce: "Do you want to look at my pussy?".
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Multa non quia difficilia sunt non audemus, sed quia non audemus sunt
difficilia (Seneca).

 I went to look up Pacifica CA on two different online maps. 
So they put it on the maps after all :)
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 they haven't been kidnapped...
I can guarantee you they are all safe and always keeping an eye on us. So ease
up, you kind hearted and beware, you sinner!
--
Ciao
Anna

up, you kind hearted and beware, you sinner!
Sì, ma quand'è che
la cavallerizza Peltia verrà promossa ufficialmente regina (con tutte le
accezioni di 'queen' in inglese)?
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 chiese, candidamente e ad alta voce: "Do you want to look at my pussy?".
Un paio di sere fa in 'Nine months' c'era un fuoco di fila di battute di
Robin Williams su questo tema. La persona traduttrice se l'è cavata con
l'onore delle armi, usando i topi in luogo dei gatti.
Ciao
Giorgio

>Lucio Angelini
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 >>... saluto tutti per sempre, e questa volta davvero. Statemi bene.
Sei cosě buffo quando ti arrabbi per niente e sbraiti come se fosse successo
qualcosa.
Ti dedico una poesia:
IL LUPO PIGNOLO
"Il lupo pignolo
perde il pelo,
ma non il vizio
di cercarlo
nell'uovo."
Non dirmi che non ti piace nemmeno questa. Ciao.
P.S. Ah, dimenticavo il collegamento interdisciplinare: "Farewell!"

 comprensione.
    Questo fa la differenza tra un buon traduttore ed un traduttore
improvvisato, un trascrittore di parole. Certo, la metafora, come molte
metafore, d'altronde, è comprensibile, ma un traduttore serio, invece di
leggere le parole e trasporle bovinamente nella lingua d'arrivo, deve porsi
il problema: "Che espressione è nella lingua d'origine? Comune? Ricercata?
Originale? Fantasiosa?...". Insomma, trattandosi di una frase volutamente di
uso comune, che lascia del tutto indifferente chi la ascolta (non si pensa
che l'autore sia un creativo), che ha un ottimo equivalente in italiano,
credo che non dovrebbero esserci dubbî.
    Ciao,
            Nicola
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 accezioni di 'queen' in inglese)?
    Ma non era "quean", l'altra accezione a cui fai riferimento?
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             Nicola
queen = homosexual sense (one who ostentatiously takes a feminine role)
probably a late-19th-century alteration of quean (harlot, prostitute)
influenced by connotation of queen (aged, dignified, tawdry, and
overadorned).
[from: Chapman, The dictionary of American Slang]