September 8, 2008
What Felony Are You?
You Are Arson |
 No doubt about it, you have a serious destructive streak. You can't help it! Sometimes you just get so frustrated with the world, and you have to let your aggression out You have a notoriously bad temper. You are obsessed with getting your revenge. You are obviously a pyromaniac, whether you realize it or not. It feels great to watch something burn. |
plaintive
Today's Word of the Day (feed in right-hand column)
plaintive \PLAYN-tiv\, adjective:
Expressive of sorrow or melancholy; mournful; sad.
I was thinking of this very word just the other day, wondering when the sandhill cranes and geese will be heading back South. It shouldn't be much longer.
For the most part, I enjoy this time of year...football season, the kids are back in school and not playing in the streets (don't mind 'em playing, just don't wanna run over one of 'em), it's much cooler, but when the birds start migrating, the geese spreading across the sky in a ragged "V" formation, the cranes continuously honking at each other, it makes me a little sad.
That might be some sort of "genetic memory", a harbinger of bad weather to come, one of nature's warnings that our ancient ancestors used to mark the seasons. I feel the exact opposite when I hear the migration as it heads North for the summer; it makes me happy that winter is over, that spring has sprung and the flowers will soon be blooming.
I don't know if cranes and geese are showing emotion with their squawks and honks as they fly far overhead. I would like to think so, that they're joyous at being able to winter in warmer climes. Still, the sound is "plaintive" to me.
I really don't like winter, it makes me sad.
Lost in Translation - Again
The regular readers of this blog will remember my post on the Blogger site "Gay Irish Dwarfs" and the hits on that particular article from Google searches.
I've been checking in on the blog from time-to-time since then and even though the post has led to some hits, it's not been updated since June. The last post, titled "New York del fire" was, like the other post I linked to, easy to understand in part, but there were a few words that just didn't translate.
Take this first bit:
Ja da er vi i det store eplet igjen. Skjønt vi og vi frøken Blom. Det er jo bare meg.
Som kanskje noen har forstått har ikke jeg kamera. Men da et bilde sier mer enn 1000 ord legger jeg ut bilder tatt med Macen. Bildet er fra det minste "hotell" rommet i New York. Det er jeg sikker på. At det er minst altså. Det andre bildet er fra "lobbyen".
NYC er som alltid fantastisk. Møter masse hyggelige folk og jeg digger å være her. På onsdag reiser jeg til Berlin hvor jeg skal være til tirsdag. Skal bo i en privat leilighet, så det blir moro!
Flyturen fra Minneapolis til NYC varte i fantastiske 9 timer pga uvær over JFK.
At the translation service I use for Norwegian, I've found out he's talking about his hotel room in NYC, using a Mac to upload his photos, one shot is of the lobby of the hotel, he's meeting lots of nice people and he's travelling to Berlin on Thursay, living in a private apt. is fun. The last paragraph is about a storm that delayed his flight from Minneapolis.
Just regular blog stuff, just like I do, letting my friends and family know what's going on.
Then there was this:
Jeg møtte en brite i går som ble så full at han besvimte sittende på stolen sin. Rett før hadde han selvfølgelig bestilt en Corona og seks sambuca shots. Hvem de shottene var til er fortsatt et mysterium for meg. Etter å ha fått briten i taxi og sendt han i allefall i retning av noe som lignet på det hotellet jeg klarte å få han til å oppgi tuslet jeg hjem, kun avbrutt av ett fantastisk nattmåltid bestående av pannekaker og frukt. Takk Roar. Det var du som oppdaget denne oasen av en nattkafé.
The translation?
I met a Briton yesterday that was so full that he besvimte sitting in his chair. Just in time, he had of course, ordered a Corona and six sambuca shots. Who they shottene was to remain a mystery to me.
Having received the British in the taxi and sent him in allefall in the direction of something that is similar to the hotel I was able to get him to disclose tuslet I am home, only interrupted by a fantastic nattmåltid consisting of pancakes and fruit. Thanks Roar. It was you who discovered this oasis of a nattkafé.
Oh boy. Been there, buddy. I've besvimte while sitting in my chair, too, but it was after consuming a six-pack of Lone Star to wash down the shots of tequila. I also had a nattmåltid, but it wasn't pancakes and fruit. I think it was because I ate the worm.
It certainly wasn't an oasis of a nattkafé. I never DID find out who shottene me. I'm still p.o.'d about that.
I too have "received the British", but it was in a rental car. It was fantastisk.
September 7, 2008
Origami Online
Our dear, late friend Brad's MSN Group.
"Learn to fold five original origami models. Not exactly for beginners, our models include both easy and intermediate projects. You'll find detailed instructions for folding five original models(so far)and all the help you might need. Just about any paper folder will find something to like here at Origami Online. Come join the fun!"
Origami Online
Update: That link is no longer valid as MSN Groups bit the dust several years ago. Groups may be gone, but Brad will live on in our memories.
Good grief, he would have shaken his head at such maudlin sentiment. I bet he'd be pleased that we still remember him, but he wouldn't have wanted any fuss.
