that was really exciting. i especially appreciated the appearance of the rubik's cube of doom :)
on a random note, for some reason i read "a very large hamper covered with a spotless white cloth" as "a very large hamster covered with a spotless white cloth" and got a bit weirded out when they started taking things out of it. my brain is odd.
i have started watching buffy season 3...ok, ok, i'm half way through watching buffy season 3. it's depressing! poor buffy...joss really seems to enjoy torturing the girl. not to mention all the other characters.
i'm in the process of finally getting a cell phone since my room doesn't have a phone line in it and it's annoying making all my calls in the middle of the hallway (where the phones are). unfortunately my credit was only partially approved (probably due to the fact that i have hardly any credit, since i've never had a credit card) so i have to get my parents to get it and i've had trouble getting in touch with them, seeing as i, um, don't have a phone. but EVENTUALLY i will have a phone, at which point i will try to call people as long as you don't mind being called after 9 (or on the weekend) cause that's when my unlimited calling will be.
does anyone know anyone who's at wellesley for the summer? i met a girl here who's visiting wellesley in a few weeks and i told her i'd try to find someone there who can give her an insider's tour.
anyway, without further ado, my artistic offering (from my book of scottish songs):
the boatman
how often hunting the highest hilltop i scan the ocean thy sail to see; wilt come tonight, wilt come tomorrow, or ever come love to comfort me?
fhir a bhata, na horo eile, fhir a bhata, na horo eile, fhir a bhata, na horo eile, o fare thee well, love, where e're thou goest.
they call thee fickle, they call thee false one, and seek to change me, but all in vain; no, thou'rt my dream yet throughout the dark night, and every morn yet i watch the main.
chorus
there's not a hamlet (too well i know it) where you go wandering or stay awhile, but all its old folk you win with talking, and charm its maidens with song and smile.
chorus
dost thou remember the promise made me, the tartan pladie, the silken gown, the ring of gold with thy hair and portrait? that gown and ring i will never own.
chorus
translated from the gaelic by thomas pattison
it has a really great melody, sort of similar to the rocky road to dublin (or at least in the same meter and mode).
fiona, when you go to scotland are you going to be learning gaelic, or at least how to pronounce gaelic? cause i've been pretty much just guessing on "fhir a bhata, na horo eile", and have no idea if i'm anywhere near right or not. especially the "eile". no clue. i've been pronouncing it "ae-luh".
ooh- and see fahrenheit 911 if you haven't yet. everyone.
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Date: 2004-07-01 04:33 pm (UTC)on a random note, for some reason i read "a very large hamper covered with a spotless white cloth" as "a very large hamster covered with a spotless white cloth" and got a bit weirded out when they started taking things out of it. my brain is odd.
i have started watching buffy season 3...ok, ok, i'm half way through watching buffy season 3. it's depressing! poor buffy...joss really seems to enjoy torturing the girl. not to mention all the other characters.
i'm in the process of finally getting a cell phone since my room doesn't have a phone line in it and it's annoying making all my calls in the middle of the hallway (where the phones are). unfortunately my credit was only partially approved (probably due to the fact that i have hardly any credit, since i've never had a credit card) so i have to get my parents to get it and i've had trouble getting in touch with them, seeing as i, um, don't have a phone. but EVENTUALLY i will have a phone, at which point i will try to call people as long as you don't mind being called after 9 (or on the weekend) cause that's when my unlimited calling will be.
does anyone know anyone who's at wellesley for the summer? i met a girl here who's visiting wellesley in a few weeks and i told her i'd try to find someone there who can give her an insider's tour.
anyway, without further ado, my artistic offering (from my book of scottish songs):
the boatman
how often hunting the highest hilltop i scan the ocean thy sail to see;
wilt come tonight, wilt come tomorrow, or ever come love to comfort me?
fhir a bhata, na horo eile,
fhir a bhata, na horo eile,
fhir a bhata, na horo eile,
o fare thee well, love, where e're thou goest.
they call thee fickle, they call thee false one,
and seek to change me, but all in vain;
no, thou'rt my dream yet throughout the dark night,
and every morn yet i watch the main.
chorus
there's not a hamlet (too well i know it)
where you go wandering or stay awhile,
but all its old folk you win with talking,
and charm its maidens with song and smile.
chorus
dost thou remember the promise made me,
the tartan pladie, the silken gown,
the ring of gold with thy hair and portrait?
that gown and ring i will never own.
chorus
translated from the gaelic by thomas pattison
it has a really great melody, sort of similar to the rocky road to dublin (or at least in the same meter and mode).
fiona, when you go to scotland are you going to be learning gaelic, or at least how to pronounce gaelic? cause i've been pretty much just guessing on "fhir a bhata, na horo eile", and have no idea if i'm anywhere near right or not. especially the "eile". no clue. i've been pronouncing it "ae-luh".
ooh- and see fahrenheit 911 if you haven't yet. everyone.
ok, gotta go do some work now. cheers!
-siena