Still lost in translation

Over at a cultural industries weblog in Portuguese, the ever-thoughtful Rogério Santos is reflecting on our most recent exchange. My command of foreign languages being what it is, I have to rely on a google translation. Like subtitled movies, this brings its own problems. The Professor noted the same problem on his blog. At least I think he did. Here are his comments on the exchange, again strained through the improbability of a Google translation:

"Curious detail : the 19 of last December, a writer and English university professor, Graham Barnfield, entertainer of blogue The Loneliest Jukebox , post was considered to translate one mine, where I spoke of a book on this thematic one of the Big Brother , of which it is co-author. Being unaware of our language, it was helped of the automatic translator of the Google. The translation is an astonishment. As it is obtained to be ingenious! Later, we changed messages, where Barnfield confesses that of Portugal it only knows a hand full of names of soccer clubs."

Although his English is probably better than mine, Rogério may struggle to recognise these words as his own. Chances are translation has left them barely recognisable. Let's hope the boys and girls in Santa Monica can improve this software rapidly, or I might have to break with British tradition and start learning another language.

(On that note, thanks to a certain Utah divorcee for giving my friends and me a laugh in Las Vegas the other week. Perhaps wisely, she didn't want to visit us in London because she doesn't want the hassle of learning a foreign language. But she appreciated us making an effort by learning English before coming to Nevada ... )
"Honest, it were no trouble, miduck."