A lovely little page on St Pat's, bought to you by the History channel. It's not too late to enter the St. Patrick's Day Contest ~~ it runs until mid~April.
... sorry, can't resist posting about Guinness today. :)
Yes, it's a very shallow choice. You may curse me if you think I've done wrong... maybe with something like,
Go n-aora scata Fomhórach ólta do chuid infheistíochtaí.
{May a pack of drunken Fomorians satirize your investment portfolio.}
Go visit The Curse Engine if you think you can do better.
Another useful phrase for everyday communication:
Go salaí na gráinneoga cealgrúnacha do chuid calóga arbhair.
{May the malevolent hedgehogs soil your cornflakes.}
I've recently become interested in a show called Two Men In A Trench. It follows two battlefield archeologists as they investigate sites. Fascinating stuff.
The hosts are passionate about history, and they have that gift for making it come alive; some of my favourite bits have to be the endings where the hosts are sitting in their tent at dusk, having a beer, yakking about their findings and arguing about points of history with a bit of a glow on.
The show's BBC website has a transcript of a live chat with them. One of the hosts {Dr. Tony Pollard} mentions that when they started this gig, they assumed that human remains ought to be easy to find on the site of a battlefield where thousands had died; "we both know now as archaeologists," he says, "that there is a long and complicated story between people dying and them being buried. " He makes a few other points, and then goes on to say:
"At Waterloo for instance, when more than 50,000 men died on the same day, their bones were ploughed and a lot of their remains were removed and collected as bonemeal, and transported back to England as bonemeal and fertilizer."*
You can read here another brief but interesting interview with the other host, Neil Oliver.
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* That image deserves to be incorporated into a poem somewhere... something about how we are all grist to the mill, with hints of mad cow & Soylent Green...
Incidentally... found this while surfing for links: Archeology is Rubbish: A Beginner's Guide :)
I can see a Communications Professor having a field day with that one. What a difference a pair of quotation marks make.
Long time, no post! In brief:
-- Boyfriend & I disassembled an old sofa; I got a painful bruise where bit of sofa fell on my foot
-- Boyfriend built a sofa {a daybed, really} & I helped {yes, nagging somebody to remind them they promised to build you furniture is "help"}
The daybed is still unfinished, but it is currently functional.
Right away it was one of those How did we ever survive without one? kind of things. It is multifunctional -- much better suited to our sprawling/lolling needs {i.e., eating dinner in front of the TV & then falling asleep on the spot}than the unipurpose sofa ever was . The cats seem to like it as well, since it gives them ample room to sprawl/loll with us, hence we reap the benefit of a greater feeling of family togetherness.
Mm, yes, daybed was a good idea. Kudos to Boyfriend on its conception & execution!
And now, from the same people who brought you Taking the Bridge: the Ukranians give us their take on The Great Train Robbery.