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(Tell) me the truth quickly, lest I knock the nonsense out of you!
Damn you to all possible hells, Cicero. T. had better have some really good explanations tomorrow, that’s all I’m saying.
On plus side (maybe), K. has taken to writing things like “Good question, grasshopper!” and “Chin up, my chickadees!” on our syllabi and in his pep-talk emails. I am not sure whether this is a good sign, or whether it means that he has finally gone completely round the bend (in oblique tramite) and disappeared entirely into the Land Beyond the Bend. Which, in his case, is probably populated entirely by ointment-peddling monkeys, booty-stealing sheep, and ferrets. Needless to say, we all still adore him. Even if S., O. and I did once come up with a sentence about him and Verres and a pirate in a long-standing relationship of a dubious nature, with ointment.
Am reading Charles de Lint’s The Little Country. It is okay. I would have liked it better when I was 12, except for the bits about sex, which seem kind of random and extraneous.
Wednesday, August 2, 2006
Ran across campus to get my hair cut during lunch. It is not much excitingly different, and therefore I do not hate it yet. On the other hand, neither is it excitingly different. Got lots of overpriced sample-sized bottles in a cute bag though.
I hear it is somewhat warm back East. It has been in the low 70s here. Ahhhh.
Thursday, August 3, 2006
Is it Thursday already? How did that happen? I still don’t hate my haircut, and I didn’t cry over it, which has got to be a first.
Some gems from today’s Seneca class (all said by K., who is quite funny most of the time, but even more so by mid-afternoon):
“There were pretend-Nero sightings, especially in the East. Like Elvis!”
“rumpo, rumpere. Bam, boom! *gestures expansively*” (rumpo, rumpere means “to break/burst open”)
“’He’s so great, look at his hair!’” (Seneca obviously knew what REALLY makes a good emperor)
Friday, August 4, 2006
In Seneca today I got to read Random Line of Greek #2. I didn’t try to translate it, because a) I am not spectacularly good at Greek to begin with, b) I am very much out of practice, and c) it was sort of out of context and weird. But I did get to read it aloud, and that made me unexpectedly happy. I’d had no idea how much I’ve been missing Greek. Latin and romance languages are pretty and sexy, as I have discovered. Even listening to declensions can be drool-inducing (although that also depends on who’s doing the talking). Greek is neither pretty nor sexy, but it is powerful and has a cool alphabet with a better long/short syllable identification system, i.e. more letters. Besides which it has an odd sort of flow to it when in verse that makes me want to run around chanting it. Also, K. (sounding surprised and kind of pleased) said I read it in the meter. This made me even happier because it was a bit of a rough Latin day, and while it may be fashionable not to care what people think, the truth is the approval of my instructors means a lot to me.
In conclusion: I may be sort of not great at translation, but at least I can sound good while reading aloud. Thank you, MM and KG for all those hours of pronunciation corrections, not to mention Sir Hugh’s Bacchae recordings!
I got to read Greek again! *glows*
Sunday, August 6, 2006
Movie reviews, for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
satakieli.
The Forsyte Saga, Disc 3: It felt oddly as though not much happened, although plenty did. Soames was still creepy, and although somehow you’re sitting there yelling “You CREEP”, you want him to find happiness. And get over Irene. I was happy to spot a very young Tom Riddle. Jolyon does get around, doesn’t he? And there was much drama, and Soames was creepy.
Adorable (courtesy of PFA and its Berkeley student discount): I tried to gag myself, but there wasn’t anything handy except my Cicero text. Janet Gaynor? Looks like she’s freaking TWELVE. Was she ever in a version of The Scarlet Pimpernel? Because she looked exactly like Marguerite is supposed to in the bits where she looks “appealingly childlike”, or whatever. Which is, really, almost as creepy as Soames, and much ickier. Urgh. If I ever make a version, I will be sure to cast somebody opposite Charlie Hunnam who doesn’t look as though all he should want to do is adopt her. *is really disturbed* Charles Farrell was hot, though, even if he didn’t do much. Also, there was no UST. Or ST of any kind. Which, if you’re going to make a formulaic plucky-but-poor-girl-meets-rich-and-already-engaged-boy-drama-ensues movie, is kind of a problem. Note to self: NEVER have repeated joke/phrase/word, especially if it’s the title of the movie and comically mispronounced by most of the characters. No matter how great the temptation. Unless, of course, that word is “Pirate”. Also, never try to get an American to half-assedly fake a Scottish accent. It does not work, and is painful, no matter how “gamine”-like the character and black-and-white the film. There are many talented Scottish actors and actresses who are usually attractive to boot. Hire them instead.
Also, never have the plucky-but-poor heroine sing a song about how some day her undefined and nebulous somebody will come, no matter how earnestly she can look at the camera. It is just plain annoying.
Monday, August 7, 2006
I have received postcards from Melanie, Sondy, andsatakieli! Yay!
More amusing commentary from K, on the uses of in + ablative: “If you were sitting IN the horse, we’d have a Luke Skywalker-tauntaun situation, if you know what I mean.”
Two more weeks OMG!
(Tell) me the truth quickly, lest I knock the nonsense out of you!
Damn you to all possible hells, Cicero. T. had better have some really good explanations tomorrow, that’s all I’m saying.
On plus side (maybe), K. has taken to writing things like “Good question, grasshopper!” and “Chin up, my chickadees!” on our syllabi and in his pep-talk emails. I am not sure whether this is a good sign, or whether it means that he has finally gone completely round the bend (in oblique tramite) and disappeared entirely into the Land Beyond the Bend. Which, in his case, is probably populated entirely by ointment-peddling monkeys, booty-stealing sheep, and ferrets. Needless to say, we all still adore him. Even if S., O. and I did once come up with a sentence about him and Verres and a pirate in a long-standing relationship of a dubious nature, with ointment.
Am reading Charles de Lint’s The Little Country. It is okay. I would have liked it better when I was 12, except for the bits about sex, which seem kind of random and extraneous.
Wednesday, August 2, 2006
Ran across campus to get my hair cut during lunch. It is not much excitingly different, and therefore I do not hate it yet. On the other hand, neither is it excitingly different. Got lots of overpriced sample-sized bottles in a cute bag though.
I hear it is somewhat warm back East. It has been in the low 70s here. Ahhhh.
Thursday, August 3, 2006
Is it Thursday already? How did that happen? I still don’t hate my haircut, and I didn’t cry over it, which has got to be a first.
Some gems from today’s Seneca class (all said by K., who is quite funny most of the time, but even more so by mid-afternoon):
“There were pretend-Nero sightings, especially in the East. Like Elvis!”
“rumpo, rumpere. Bam, boom! *gestures expansively*” (rumpo, rumpere means “to break/burst open”)
“’He’s so great, look at his hair!’” (Seneca obviously knew what REALLY makes a good emperor)
Friday, August 4, 2006
In Seneca today I got to read Random Line of Greek #2. I didn’t try to translate it, because a) I am not spectacularly good at Greek to begin with, b) I am very much out of practice, and c) it was sort of out of context and weird. But I did get to read it aloud, and that made me unexpectedly happy. I’d had no idea how much I’ve been missing Greek. Latin and romance languages are pretty and sexy, as I have discovered. Even listening to declensions can be drool-inducing (although that also depends on who’s doing the talking). Greek is neither pretty nor sexy, but it is powerful and has a cool alphabet with a better long/short syllable identification system, i.e. more letters. Besides which it has an odd sort of flow to it when in verse that makes me want to run around chanting it. Also, K. (sounding surprised and kind of pleased) said I read it in the meter. This made me even happier because it was a bit of a rough Latin day, and while it may be fashionable not to care what people think, the truth is the approval of my instructors means a lot to me.
In conclusion: I may be sort of not great at translation, but at least I can sound good while reading aloud. Thank you, MM and KG for all those hours of pronunciation corrections, not to mention Sir Hugh’s Bacchae recordings!
I got to read Greek again! *glows*
Sunday, August 6, 2006
Movie reviews, for
satakieli.The Forsyte Saga, Disc 3: It felt oddly as though not much happened, although plenty did. Soames was still creepy, and although somehow you’re sitting there yelling “You CREEP”, you want him to find happiness. And get over Irene. I was happy to spot a very young Tom Riddle. Jolyon does get around, doesn’t he? And there was much drama, and Soames was creepy.
Adorable (courtesy of PFA and its Berkeley student discount): I tried to gag myself, but there wasn’t anything handy except my Cicero text. Janet Gaynor? Looks like she’s freaking TWELVE. Was she ever in a version of The Scarlet Pimpernel? Because she looked exactly like Marguerite is supposed to in the bits where she looks “appealingly childlike”, or whatever. Which is, really, almost as creepy as Soames, and much ickier. Urgh. If I ever make a version, I will be sure to cast somebody opposite Charlie Hunnam who doesn’t look as though all he should want to do is adopt her. *is really disturbed* Charles Farrell was hot, though, even if he didn’t do much. Also, there was no UST. Or ST of any kind. Which, if you’re going to make a formulaic plucky-but-poor-girl-meets-rich-and-already-engaged-boy-drama-ensues movie, is kind of a problem. Note to self: NEVER have repeated joke/phrase/word, especially if it’s the title of the movie and comically mispronounced by most of the characters. No matter how great the temptation. Unless, of course, that word is “Pirate”. Also, never try to get an American to half-assedly fake a Scottish accent. It does not work, and is painful, no matter how “gamine”-like the character and black-and-white the film. There are many talented Scottish actors and actresses who are usually attractive to boot. Hire them instead.
Also, never have the plucky-but-poor heroine sing a song about how some day her undefined and nebulous somebody will come, no matter how earnestly she can look at the camera. It is just plain annoying.
Monday, August 7, 2006
I have received postcards from Melanie, Sondy, and
satakieli! Yay!More amusing commentary from K, on the uses of in + ablative: “If you were sitting IN the horse, we’d have a Luke Skywalker-tauntaun situation, if you know what I mean.”
Two more weeks OMG!
