Ria Bacon: editor & writer

Linguist with wanderlust,
From the hills of New Guinea to the halls of the Sorbonne,
From the beaches of Bassam to the fields of Friesland,
From the catacombs of Rome to the Blue Mountains of Jamaica.
From the heather of the Veluwe to the dust of Dakar ...

Currently resident in the Land of Sea with a small tribe of kids and Mr B.

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The end of serendipity? Google knowledge graph seeks to second guess your searches: http://t.co/yRSCvu15 Is this a good thing?
4 days ago
Currently translating a manual on how to make a handpump. Background research takes ages but gives great feeling of learning something new.
2 weeks ago
@RiaBacon helloooo! i've been suffering from exactly the same problem.
2 weeks ago
@lucypepper Good to hear from you. Real life is getting in the way of my virtual self. Maybe I should outsource the overworked part.
2 weeks ago
Fat tax now! RT @AP In 20 years, some 42 percent of the U.S. population will be obese, new government report says: http://t.co/ImZK2ETt -EF
2 weeks ago

Stet in a cloud

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Now hear dis!

FYI

Stet means "Let it stand" and is used by editors to indicate that the original text should be left untouched.

...in Arcadia ego is a pun on a painting by Poussin.

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Ria[dot]Bacon[at]gmail.com

Mi fadda dead (Part II)

Mi fadda ‘im dead from diabetes. Is it what dem say but mi tink it ‘im gyal fren Gloria do ‘im someting wicked. Ya lawd! Why ‘im can die from diabetes when ‘im right as rain lars year heaster time. Ee stuff ‘isself sick wit dozen bun dem. White as a sheet was it! Haal

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Future Walmart

Who said Jamaicans lacked entrepreneurial spirit?

Future Walmart customers (Runaway Bay, 21 April 2006)

Dem demographic an’ focus group dem hit de nail to rass!

Me fadda dead (Part I)

Wednesday Me fadda dead dis harftanoon. Or maybe dis mornin’, ah doan really know. Me sista she call me nah on me cell, say im was sick dis mornin an im tek a taxi to Kingston public ospital but ‘is eyes dem roll back all white in the taxi an im cyaan talk no more.

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Make my day

I spent a chilly morning at the over-air conditioned offices of the National Water Commission offices in an attempt to get my latest bill reviewed.

It was for 22,000 dollars.

It was partly my own fault. Three months in, I noticed our consumption rate had never moved from zero. I had paid each monthly bill,

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Exercise in stylee

There is an ongoing debate in Jamaica concerning the validity and usefulness of patois, the local dialect. On one side, some argue that it is an authentic language of communication used by the majority of Jamaicans and should therefore have its place in the school curriculum; on the other side, critics argue that promoting patois

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