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Learning from the Brexiteers

I learned a fantastic new word today from Miguel Esteves Cardoso’s piece “Não ao Brexit” in the Portuguese tabloid Publico. In it, he’s describing the contrasting personalities of the two main Brexit advocates, Gove and Johnson. The word is “queque” which I think is pronounced like “cake” with perhaps a bit more tail on the end. It literally means cupcake and he uses it in the sentence “Johnson é simpático e queque.” Johnson is likeable and cupcake. So what does that mean, I ask my wife. Basically it means… well, someone like Johnson – vain, snobbish, wanting public admiration. I guess the closest english equivalent would be “toff”, not that it’s exactly the same word, but it’s in the same area and of course has a link to confectionery (being short for “toffee nosed”).

Johnson doesn’t get off so lightly as this sentence though. All the way through, Cardoso seems to be contrasting Gove’s honest nationalism and intellect with Boris, who he describes as “um  aldrabão” (a crook), “um palhaço esperto, indolente e mentiroso” (an expert clown, lazy and dishonest), and “um traidor e um oportunista” (a traitor and an opportunist). In summary, to contrast the two “Johnson é um Trump educado e europeu enquanto Gove é um Larkin prosaico e incapaz de poesia”, all of which is so close to the English that even if you don’t speak Portuguese, you probably get the gist, but in case not “Johnson is an educated, European Trump, while Gove is a prosaic Larkin, incapable of Poetry”.

Such a great character sketch and yes, I’m definitely saving that word, queque for later.

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Edimburgo

[Este caderno é o meu primeiro escrito em Português desde o exame. Desculpem os meus erros!]

Eu e a minha família passamos uma semana em Edimburgo. Precisámos de algumas férias após da semana anterior: Eu tinha feito o exame “DEPLE” (Português B1), a minha esposa tinha feito a prova final da universidade aberta e a herdeira da minha grande fortuna tinha ido à costa do sul com a sua escola, fazer aventuras ao ar livre e nunca dormiu.
Edimburgo é a capital da Escócia. Fica a quinhentos quilómetros do norte de Londres e por isso o tempo normalmente é terrível, mas durante as ferias, o sol brilhava todos os dias. Entretanto em Londres, foi pior, frio, cinzento… Quando voltamos a casa, estavamos bronzeados.
Durante as férias, ficamos num apartamento acima dum restaurante italiano. Visitamos alguns castelos e um museu, demos um passeio de barco para vermos focas e papagaios-do-mar e fomos a uma festa com alguns amigos. A minha filha fez anos (ela tem onze agora!)
Infelizmente, amanhã tenho de voltar ao trabalho.
:^(

Imagem: A vista do topo da montanha “Arthur’s Seat”

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UrbanGay – Portuguese Blog

I came across another site via Twitter and a shared interest in Practice Portuguese. Urbangay covers Portuguese as one of its main strands- along with running and gay culture in general. If you are gay and studying Portuguese, you’ll almost certainly be interested in some of his posts on the history of gay life in Portugal, or on the Lisbon scene (have a look here), but even if you’re not, there are plenty of interesting blog posts, including one about language-learning resources. It covers some of the same ground as my “Language Hacks” post but he has some other ideas and I’ve plundered it for my own study. Go and have a look.

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Get on the Membus

Hi all,

And hi, especially, if you’ve arrived via the Practice Portuguese Facebook page  where Joel kindly endorsed this blog the other day. I hope you find some of my burblings useful. Do say hello, won’t you? I’d love to hear from other travellers on the road to lusophone fluency!

I’ve been in a break since the exam and I’ll probably keep a low profile for a few more days while I finish some projects and read some books about the EU Referendum which is coming up in a few days. Then it’s back to the books!

In the meantime, I’ve been keeping myself ticking over with some podcasts,  youtube videos and what-not. The thing I’m most excited about is the Membus Tour. Have you hear of it? There’s a group of people travelling  around Europe in a bus recording native speakers saying words and phrases. I think the idea is to make this a part of the Memrise app so that paid subscribers can get a more immersive experience. They’re currently in Portugal and they keep popping up in my instagram feed and stoking my enthusiasm.
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Lying to Examiners for Fun and Profit

Reflecting on my exam experience, I had another idea that might be of use to potential CAPLE candidates: Lie.

Lie through your teeth!

Lie like a lying liar who lies!

Embrace your inner Jeffrey Archer!

What do I mean by this? Well, sometimes questions come up about issues in life that are tricky to explain. Sometimes it’s better to not explain those things and instead just simplify the whole answer. For example, I had already decided that if they asked me “Tem animais de estimação?” I was going to say no. OK, I can talk about the guinea pigs (“A minha família e eu tínhamos alguns porquinhos da Índia. Eram muito fofinhos, mas só viveram até aos cinco anos.” etc) but there was no way I was going to tell them that hoje em dia we have stick insects. Every time I’ve mentioned stick insects in Portuguese it has resulted in bafflement and me needing send pictures and explain that, no, I’m not talking about termites or locusts or anything else. It’s a guaranteed recipe for confusion and it’s just not worth the hassle.

During the exam today, I mentioned that I was born in Edimburgo. The invigilator asked did I ever go back there to visit. Now, as it happens, we are planning to go back quite soon. Why? Well, the truth is that A Minha Esposa had intended to do the Edinburgh Marathon but she had a cold during peak training times and then some other things came up and all in all, she wasn’t fully prepared, so she dropped out, but we’d already booked accommodation at mate’s rates  so we decided to…

Now, do I want to start explaining this, off the cuff in an exam? If it were a lesson, I might have a go. I could probably pull it off but it’s a complicated sentence with far too much potential for getting snookered by grammar, so I just lied and said she was going to do the Marathon. That’s a much easier sentence. I can do that, easily. Go!

As I was leaving, she offered these words of encouragement

Verificaremos que a sua esposa terminou a maratona. Se não, o Senhor Colin está desclassificado.

I’m not sure what it means, but I think she was wishing us a happy holiday.

 

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Este é o Verdadeiro Teste

I’m writing this on the way home from the DEPLE (Portuguese B1) exam at the embassy in Knightsbridge, feeling slightly frazzled. I thought I’d jot down what I can remember while I can still remember it because – let’s face it – knowing what I’m like, that won’t be long. Maybe it will be helpful to future students. There isn’t much material out there telling you what it’s like to take the test, after all.

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The embassy is an impressive building, as you would expect, with grandfather clocks and all kinds of fancy stuff in the hall and big stacks of Super Bock tucked away in side rooms. The staff are all Portuguese of course, but speak very good English to guests. I had been prepared to speak to the receptionist in Portuguese but he detected my Anglo Saxon demeanour and went straight into English mode.

I wasn’t expecting there to be many fellow students, but I was a bit startled to find I was the only one! I sat in a room, opposite a very friendly and helpful embassy official who handed me the papers and occasional glasses of water. There were textbooks and teaching materials all over the place. I believe they do lessons for expat children, so I guess that’s what those were for.

All the usual exam rules apply: read the question carefully before you start and try not to spill a glass of water on the answer sheet. I stuck to these rules… Mostly.

The first part of the exam was as expected: a series of multiple choice questions based on written texts. Easy enough. I didn’t make great use of my time, unfortunately, and had to rush a bit at the end, but that’s OK. This is by far my best subject.

Next up is a written exercise: write an email and a note based on a scenario they give you. The best technique here is to reuse as much of the question text as possible, just changing the verb endings. They’ve already constructed the sentences for you so why would you want to rewrite it from scratch. Thanks Mr Bennett, secondary school French teacher, for that advice; it got me about 20% of the word limit and then I had to start thinking, and it went reasonably well, I think. One thing to remember is that you don’t really have enough space for the 120-140 words they ask for, so keep your writing small and neat or you’ll end up like me, having to cram the last ten words into a centimetre of remaining space. I’m exaggerating… Actually, no, I’m not. There’s plenty of time though, so don’t forget to use it to go back and check your concordância.

On to part 3. This was the biggest shock for me. Up to now, I had done pretty well in all the “modelos” by allowing myself time to read the questions. Now, in the exam, the first three recordings each allowed one minute for the student to read the questions, but that’s not really enough, and the remaining 5 recordings didn’t allow any time at all. I was trying to read and listen at the same time, got hopelessly muddled and the result was a bit of a mess, I think. If you’re about to take the test, you should consider doing some speed tests, trying to cope with information rushing at you in a flood and strategies for coping with lack of time. Another tip I can give you is to do with the sound quality. The office isn’t noisy but it’s an old building and the acoustics aren’t great. Add to that the traffic noise the general quality of the recordings themselves, and a couple of people wandering in and out and you’ve got a recipe for distraction. When I do the next one, I’m going to ask if I can use headphones to shut out external sounds and see if that helps. I would suggest you consider doing the same if you are planning to take the exam. As for me, in the interval between the third and fourth sections, I went to the casa de banho and cursed the fact that embassies have bars on all the windows so I wasn’t able to escape. When I got back to the room my hands were shaking.

The final section is a ten minute conversation with the examiners. The modelos I’ve done have all had three components to the “expressão oral” but, to my intense relief, in the real thing, they had dispensed with the other two! Yippee!

I had spent the last couple of weeks working on conversation generally, and the last two days cramming intensely for the 1:1 questions, and it paid off in bucket loads. I’m sure I made mistakes but I flew through it, spoke fairly fluently, managed a couple of jokelets and a couple of expressões idiomáticas (examiners bloody love those, whatever the language might be). Best of all, I resisted my natural inclination to improvise and get myself into convoluted subclauses with no way out. I stuck to the sentences I had practised, kept it simple and it went very well indeed.

I must say, the invigilator was really helpful in the conversation. Obviously she didn’t actually help, but she made me feel very at ease and gave lots of positive feedback to let me know that, yes, I was still making sense and not burbling. That sort of thing makes a big difference, because if you lose confidence in that situation it’s quite difficult to get back on track.

All in all, I think I did pretty well,in spite of the setbacks in the third section. I don’t know how picky they are, or what the marking criteria are but I have a good feeling about it. Unfortunately, I won’t find out for sure until September.

September!!!

SEPTEMBER!?!?!

When it was all over, I thanked the invigilator and went to a fancy-schmancy café for a fancy-schmancy sandwich and some well-earned beer*.

 

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*=Peroni, not Super Bock. Yes, I was tempted but their security was too tight.

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Tick Tock, Tick Tock

I’m counting down the hours now. My exam is tomorrow morning. I’m wondering what I can do to plug the biggest, most obvious holes in my language skills in the gaps between bouts of doing my day job. Aside from an hour talking to a friend via Skype, I’m thinking I should run through irregular verbs for half an hour or so, rehearse the answers to some of the key questions from the oral expression part of the exam and do some rounds of Memrise.

More importantly, tomorrow, I need to be up early and warm my brain up. I have noticed that if I speak Portuguese for a while it churns up the mud and sludge at the bottom of my brain and allows the words to float to the surface. The exam is at 10AM so I will need to try and cram in an hour of doing something difficult like writing a short essay or saying answers to questions out loud – actually producing language – or I’ll be stuffed when I get into the exam room.

The Portuguese embassy is only about 7 or 8 miles away so I could ride my bike there in the sunshine, but I think I’m going to go by train so I can rehearse my answers to the questions on there. So if you’re on the District Line tomorrow and there’s some bloke telling everyone, in a loud, clear voice that “Tenho dois irmãos. Sou o mais velho. O meu irmão do meio vai casar este verão…” that’ll be me.

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A Tentativa, O Balde e Eu

Uma descrição da situação no que estou a falar com um amigo e preciso duma palavra. Tenho certeza que sei esta palavra mas neste momento não posso lembra-la.

“Eu baixo o meu balde para ao fundo do poço de vocabulário mas quando vem para cima o balde está vazio”

Totes planning to use this often in the future. It’s strangely easy to remember, pleasing on the ear and has two new (to me) words in it.

 

 

*Uncorrected Portuguese Klaxon*

 

 

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Hashtagging in Portuguese

I got retweets for this. Actual retweets!

The hashtag game was inspired by a news story about a Portuguese spy who was caught flogging state secrets to the Russians in the latest bout of eighties nostalgia. People were understandably curious about what the Russians could actually want but I can’t pretend I understood all the suggestions, especially where they related to politicians.