"illi enim nesciunt nobis non licere domi artibus magicis uti"

I have at last finished reading Harrius Potter et Philosophi Lapis on the T.

I feel rather smug about this, as you can probably tell because a) I'm posting about it, and b) the subject line says, "They don't know we're not allowed to use magic at home".

The translation seems pretty accessible as far as I can tell, although certain things are a bit odd. For example, Blaise Zabini is a girl, and phrases like "Malfoy draconem viderat" tend to take on new and mildly hilarious dimensions.

"illi enim nesciunt nobis non licere domi artibus magicis uti"

I have at last finished reading Harrius Potter et Philosophi Lapis on the T.

I feel rather smug about this, as you can probably tell because a) I'm posting about it, and b) the subject line says, "They don't know we're not allowed to use magic at home".

The translation seems pretty accessible as far as I can tell, although certain things are a bit odd. For example, Blaise Zabini is a girl, and phrases like "Malfoy draconem viderat" tend to take on new and mildly hilarious dimensions.

This evening's other post

Last Saturday I went to a Crooked Still concert, which was (predictably) awesome. Sunday there was a potluck brunch/fiddle house concert/party, which was most interesting and full of tasty food. Today was gloriously rainy, which put me in a good mood. Ever since LA, I have trouble with unoccupied bright sunny days. They make me feel trapped and paranoid, like I should be doing something and don't know what, and I can't decide whether to run around for no reason in the nice weather or lock myself in a dark cellar until it goes away.

Rainy days, now. Those I'll happily run around in for no reason, and then come in out of the wet and not feel guilty about being on the other side of the windowpane.

I don't know. Maybe that's just what spring fever means.

...
( Various and sundries, including Himitsu no Hanazono and Alias )

This evening's other post

Last Saturday I went to a Crooked Still concert, which was (predictably) awesome. Sunday there was a potluck brunch/fiddle house concert/party, which was most interesting and full of tasty food. Today was gloriously rainy, which put me in a good mood. Ever since LA, I have trouble with unoccupied bright sunny days. They make me feel trapped and paranoid, like I should be doing something and don't know what, and I can't decide whether to run around for no reason in the nice weather or lock myself in a dark cellar until it goes away.

Rainy days, now. Those I'll happily run around in for no reason, and then come in out of the wet and not feel guilty about being on the other side of the windowpane.

I don't know. Maybe that's just what spring fever means.

...
( Various and sundries, including Himitsu no Hanazono and Alias )