I am often left scratching my head in confusion over some of the opinions held by people in this fine country of ours, most frequently when in relation to the Irish language. There are so many contradictions, such rampant self-shaming, and a severe under-appreciation of the beauty of it. This was made particularly evident during President Catherine Connolly's campaign and inauguration.
it showed a figure standing next to police officers who looked as though he had stepped straight out of a film noir, attired in a trench coat, a slightly tilted hat in the style of Humphrey Bogart, and what appeared to be a neatly trimmed mustache. That a figure of this kind appeared to be the detective in charge of the investigation into the crime seemed encouraging: no matter how much its historical heritage was plundered, France would never, could never stop being France.
My relationship with English began by force. Growing up in A Coruña, Spain, in the early 2000s, we were told that learning a second language was just as important as memorizing the multiplication table. After the 2008 financial crisis left the Spanish economy " melting down like a Dali horrorscape," as one Atlantic writer put it, English became what seemed like our national salvation, a one-way ticket to a better future abroad.
My boyfriend, Paul, and I moved in together five months ago. Since then, a rift has emerged Paul wants potatoes with every meal. Actually, he often wants two types of potatoes with his meals mash and chips, for example, or roasties and mash. I prefer rice. We split the cooking, so it's a continual battle between us: which carb is better?
At more than 6ft tall, Giacomo was hard to miss. He was also friendly, smiley and, while he didn't speak a word of English, I loved that he spared me the whole ciao bella swagger usually reserved for foreign girls. I wasn't foreign. Not really. My parents moved to Scotland in the 1960s, settling in the Borders town of Selkirk, but Atina had always been part of our lives, woven into every holiday, every dish on the dinner table.
In contemporary architecture, hotel design is no longer defined solely by luxury and accommodation. Instead, it is becoming a platform to explore questions of identity, ecology, and cultural meaning. Beyond providing rooms and amenities, hotels today aim to create immersive experiences that connect travelers to local traditions, landscapes, and communities. In this curated selection of unbuilt hospitality projects, submitted by the ArchDaily community, speculative and competition-winning proposals offer a glimpse into the future of hospitality,
"In the new film 'The Nomad,' we learn that Elazzaoui is much more than a fierce but warm competitor. We learn of his Berber heritage, how he comes from a traditionally nomadic family living at the edge of the Sahara Desert in southern Morocco."
Ehab Mzeal expresses deep sorrow over his lost homeland, stating, "My heart and soul are in Deir ez-Zor. No money, no homes or luxury in the world can compensate for what I've lost there."
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Bhim Singh, a member of the Indian Parliament's upper house Rajya Sabha, recently submitted a written inquiry pressuring the International Air Transport Association (IATA) to change the code, claiming it makes people "uncomfortable." Singh said in his inquiry that the abbreviation is "socially and culturally offensive" and that it should be changed to "a more respectful and culturally appropriate code."
Every week, the Teitel family balanced their Jewish faith and community ties with their grocery store's operations, serving Italian neighbors and maintaining cultural traditions intertwined with survival.
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