There are many words that, despite their origin in different language histories, sound very similar to one another. These are called false cognates¹:
For instance, while the Hebrew word חוצפה chutzpah means “impudence,” its Classical Arabic cognate حصافة ḥaṣāfah means “sound judgment.”
But not often (perhaps never) do false cognates, with different etymologies, also possess similar meanings. There is one such instance of a similar-enough word that appears in both Croatian and Portuguese that I believe may actually be more philologically related than anybody so far has determined.
This is quite possibly the greatest philosophical question of all time, and something that I will probably have to decide coming up very shortly. No, not whether to drink rakija. That is a triviality, because of course you drink it everyday. What I need to decide is whether or not I should move to the Selo, or somewhere close nearby, or whether it’s really worth it at all.
Almost every single extra virgin olive oil blog online will tell you to store your olive oil in a dark bottle, preferably somewhere cool with very little light. A pantry or basement will do.
Look, I definitely don’t disagree. I still store most of my olive oil in the pantry (it helps when you’ve got a year’s supply), but the truth is that if you are in possession of a few bottles of ultra premium extra virgin olive oil, this is simply not necessary.
This just means that the way you treat your morning will reflect heavily on the way the rest of your day will turn out. Now of course this seems like common folk wisdom, but for Croatians—especially Dalmatians—who love food and rest above all, few proverbs are more relevant to everyday selo living.
Who you think you are? Big shot Amerikanci. Come to my Selo, take my land, take my voće, my povrće and sell oversea? Give me money and box of beer then fuck off? I no need of your gifts. I no need of your money. How dare you show off!
5 days, 35 tweets and 3 live streams ago… Man does time fly and By God is this Man prolific. Last Friday, Hunter Drew streamed about “forging your own path” and gave a phenomenal shout out to my friend Kyle Trouble. He had nothing but good things to say.
So I thought I’d spend some time here today talking about how I met Kyle while living abroad in Eastern Europe, about what I was doing out there, and how the two of us got to where we are today in terms of our new venture.
My name is Martin. I’m a 27 year old Croatian-Canadian currently residing on the West Coast of Canada. I’ve been here since last November. Prior to that, I had been living in Eastern Europe for two years, but I was born and raised in North America. I am a dual citizen. As I’m about to explain, my connection with the Old Country runs blood deep.
Way back in December, I filled a suitcase full of extra virgin Croatian olive oil from my family farm in the Dalmatia region of Croatia. I had just quit my job and decided to visit my selo during the annual harvest in November, the month prior.
I took as much olive oil as I could, about 15-20 liters (4-5 full tree’s worth if you can believe it). In exchange for the olive oil, I decided to leave about half of my wardrobe in the village. It turned out to be a worthwhile transaction.
Family values are the one thing that remain constant in life. However, in modern times the average person feels as though they should leave home by the time they’re 18. Living at home is often looked down upon by Westerners, especially by thots, career bros, and Boomer dads who tend to look down on you if you aren’t slaving away for a mortgage on a condo by the time you’re 25.