Factoids about *le* dda
- Born in 1967
- Married in 1998 in Seoul with, well, my wife.
- I live in
Bordeaux, France. By choice – which I’ll have come to regret. Now live in Hong Kong. Much better.
- I used to live in Seoul – 1994/2004. Which I came to regret – but for point 2.
- I’d rather live in Singapore, but life sucks sometimes.
- Then again, Singapore doesn’t make wine. Bordeaux does…
- Since a company in Bordeaux hired me to sell their wines, from Hong Kong, all is cool!
- While in Seoul, I moved eight times. That’s NINE lodgings all told…
- Yes, I speak Korean. And English – obviously. And French. And German. And Italian. And Japanese. And can read a few others. Not that I have a serious use for them, but hey! I’m a language geek…
- I dream in Korean. Or so says the Missus. I must dream loudly.
- I started writing a PhD in late 1993, and stopped after 200 pages in 1998. Not too proud of it.
- I’m still one of the few people who know enough about a Korean vernacular script dating from around the 10th Century to brag…
Not that you’d care.
- Currently trying to speak as many or more computer languages than I speak human ones. Making progress…
- Currently trying to up the ante by learning a coupla more human languages. Not making much progress here…
- I have never been vegetarian, and will never be. Even if I do love my Indian food. But while I can eat – and have – dog meat, rabbit, natto and other a priori unappetizing food, I don’t eat seafood and fish, except for a few items like seaweed.
- I’ve eaten Durian. More than once. And love it. They sell it in the Park’n'Shop downstairs. Very cool.
- I started programming in 1981. In assembler. Motorola 6800 and 6809; Z80 and 8080 a bit later. Took me a few years to become reasonable. Still, thanks to that, bases 2 and 16 have never really been a challenge.
- I am very very bad at maths.
- I’m quite good at calculus.
- I’m pretty good with financial stuff.
- Somehow, the previous three points relate…
- I’ve studied phonetics and phonology for fun. And I had fun.
- In these classes I’ve listened to languages I’d never heard before, and was asked to make conclusions on them.
- The dean of the phonetics lab had us take a course in Physics. The lecturer was a high-school science prof doing his PhD at the lab. We had fun.
- I stopped paying attention to classes like Physics and Biology around grade 10.
- I can write my name – and yours – in hieroglyphs.
- Greeted once a girl I didn’t formally know – friend of a friend – by her name. Her name was written on a hieroglyph dog tag. She was impressed. Geek Power
- Not even the Air Force could make me wear a dog tag.
- My first email address was a whole bunch of numbers.
- My second email address was dbvic@somewhere. They didn’t want me to use dda. Fookers.
- I spent all of two weeks in the US. In 1995.
- And more recently a few days, in two instalments, at Oranckay’s place, late 2006
- I visited Italy around 20 times. Between, like, 1987 and 1993.
- While in Rome, we used to stay at the youth hostel situated behind the Foro Italico, up north. We always walked.
- I once left a friend at Roma Termini station, leaving for France, telling him See you tomorrow afternoon at Café Richartz, behind Köln’s cathedral.
- The longest uninterrupted trip I took in a train – series of trains really – was Amsterdam-Napoli, via Brussels and Köln. Took 26 hours.
- Italian trains are slow and always late.
- But they suck less than Spanish trains.
- Which in turn suck less than British trains.
- Then again, there’s Romania…
- My longest one-train trip was Paris-Berlin, way back when there was two countries calling themselves Germany.
- Then again, I once flew from Seoul to Jo’Burg, via Paris. That’s quite a bit of mileage.
- I don’t have a driving license. Never had.
- Partially as a result of that, I am a human GPS. Really. I have not only been reading maps for people driving me, but most cities I visited, I walked them up and down.
- I’ve worked as a translator, consultant, general manager for two companies, and train conductor, among others. Messieurs Dames, bonjour, contrôle des billets s’il-vous-plaît !
- I have clocked more than a quarter million kilometers in trains, privately and professionally.
- For 8 months, I had a daily 500-mile/800-km train commute.
- During the interview for a job with a Dutch company – which I got – I was told, very seriously, the following joke:
Dude: Did you know Scotland was founded by former Dutch people?
Me: ?!??!?
Dude: Ja. People we kicked out. They spent too much.
I shit you not…
- Dutch people have the most ridiculous names ever.
- I currently import & export wines and write code. Code that doesn’t sell rots. Wine that doesn’t sell can be drunk. Check.
- I have had a nasty bout of acute pancreatitis. Consequence 1: my pancreas is damaged, no much insulin is produced. Hello type 2 diabetes! Consequence 2: my pancreas doesn’t like alcohol anymore… I still sell wine.
- The Missus and I watched most ‘’24′’ seasons in two sittings each. And season 3, I think, in one.
- After our second sitting for 24/Day 5, we watched two full-length movies.
- While in Seoul, the owner of the video cassette rental shop we patronized often told us Not this one. You’ve rented it before. Twice actually.
- Koreans say they eat very spicy food. My wife complains about my food being too spicy. Heh.
- I’ve had Chingis Khan vodka and survived.
- I can write Cingis Qa’an both in the Cyrillic and Uighur-Mongol scripts.
- I’ve been in a room where the thermometer displayed 110° and it wasn’t Fahrenheit.
- I’ve only been south of the equator once. But when I do something, I do it properly. That time, I crossed all the way down to South Africa.
- Update: I have been recently to Jakarta. And regretted it.
- Update: I have been again to Jakarta. Wasn’t particularly better than last time.
- South African wines are better than many French would have you think. OTOH, not as good as the good people of RSA would have you think, too.
- Then again, there’s Chilean wine…
- And Armenian and Chinese, er, wine..?
- I once wrote an address book for my trusted Goupil 3, and started entering names, addresses and phone numbers from memory. I never used the app…
- My current address book has way too much data for me to memorize its content… But I still remember phone numbers from the past, back when you needed to memorize only 6 digits… 79 22 97
- I’ve been 20 times in Napoli’s open-air market, and they never managed to steal anything from me
- Once, in Firenze, a local dude, who spoke perfect English, spoke to me in Italian. He tought I was Venetian. The red hair I guess.
- I am bald, now, so no more being mistaken for a Venetian…
- I was never taken for a local in Korea, while my Korean is close to native, and my Italian not.
- I’ve been asked for bribes, as plainly as, I dunno, Our team is going for dinner this Friday, we’ll send you the bill.
- Yes, by Koreans.
- No, I didn’t give.
- Yes, they threatened to buy from someone else.
- As a result, our gross margin doubled.
- I shook President Chirac’s hand. Dinna peed me pants, or anything. Yowza.
- I sat once next to Monica Bellucci in an airport lounge. She didn’t shake my hand, and I managed the no-pee-pee trick. Again. Yowza.
- I voted once. For Mitterrand, to boot. Please, forgive me.
- And recently twice again. For Sarkozy, and for his party in the general elections. First time in 26 years. I’ll wait a bit more until next time I suppose.
- I declined a couple of times to go to the Blue House. No particular reason. Just don’t like formal affairs.
- I went once to the Opera in biker’s attire. In Budapest, Hungary. Das Rheingold, Wagner. Was nice.
- I also saw Mrs Butterfly there, sans the biker’s attire.
- And for the record, I own Boss, Armani and custom-tailor suits. And enough neckties to tie The Hulk down. So what?
- Trabants suck, especially on steep hills.
- Buda is basically a large hill. Sucks. At least in a Trabi.
- I’ve probably eaten way too much Napolitan frittata. No regrets though.
- We
are moving have moved to Hong Kong. Which is not yet Singapore, but we’re working on it…
- I didn’t know until recently that Hakka cuisine included dog meat. I do now…
- You’re probably bored, or aghast, or both, by now.