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Sententiae et Epistulae  Die Solis Proximo pater meus et noverca mea diaetam nostram visitaverunt. Cenavimus bene. Difficile est credere. Noverca mea numquam fuerat amica mihi . . . ego et pater meus diu pugnaveramus. Sed die Solis convivae boni fuerunt. Mens mea est turbata. SELAH I nearly drove myself mad earlier trying to think of how to express "kitchen counter" in Latin. I have, in the end, resorted to dictionaries - and come up with "abacus" as the most likely word for a counter-like workspace. It's amazing to me how arrogant I become in my Latinity, only to be humbled by the simplest of concepts. Non possum dormire, amici, etiam hora non noctis. Mox sol lucebit, et ego non dormivero. Immo, nec ego nec uxor mea dormire possumus. Uxor mea est iracunda, et vult esse sola. Defessus sum . . . VALDE defessus . . . sed dormire non possum. Utinam uxor mea sit beatior! Sunt lacrimae rerum . . . Current mood:  tristis.
This summer, for the first time in many, many years, I'm unemployed for the summer (out of school, but not working for Borders or elsewhere). It is fun, in a way - I may be broke, but I'm spending my first summer as a married man with my wife, and that's thrilling. As always, I find it difficult to focus in the summer. I'm wrestling with some fundamental stuff (how to reconcile the paradoxes involved in being both a Romantic and an Intellectual, my acceptance of basic truths of Stoic teachings while nevertheless revelling in vast reservoirs of emotion, etc.). I've also begun attending Unitarian Universalist church with my wife, and that has given me more grist for the mill of my thoughts. I have a lot of work to do, preparing for the next school year, but I haven't been able to do any of it as yet. I need time and space to work, and an orderly environment. I haven't been able to achieve that as yet. But I shall. "Otium et reges prius et beatas/Perdidit urbes," ut Catullus scripsit. Current mood:  contemplative.
"Independence Forever!" Nescio quid scribam. Animus meus permotus et cruciatus esse mihi videtur. Nescio quid faciam, nescio quid dicam, nescio quid scribam. Current mood:  nescio.
Adhuc tres septimanas ego et uxor mea Gaia novam ecclesiam frequentabamus. Haec est Prima Ecclesia Unitariorum Providentiae; doctrina Unitariorum et mihi et uxori meae placet. Laeti sumus quod hanc ecclesiam invenimus! Current mood:  laetus.
A.d. V Kal. Apriles uxori meae paene fuit naufragium aerium. Iovi et Iunoni ampullas II vini vovit. Hodie a.d. XVI Kal. Maias, ego Gaius Tullius Valerianus Germanicus paterfamilias votum solvi. Current music: Megadeth, "Cryptic Writings". I don't usually do that hip and trendy thing, posting song lyrics to Livejournal. But right now I can't seem to get out of my head "When Everyone Forgets" by "Thou Shalt Not" (inspired by Neil Gaiman's "American Gods"): You followed me, I followed you With new language you lead me adrift To find and swallow you Into this continental rift but Will our song spill ancient text When our paths crossed, our power lost On railroad tracks or slaveship decks? Or has your love become neglect? And somewhere there's a memory A truth that lives in lies An echo of the way you knew me under foreign skies And will I live in hiding Between the silhouettes? Will you remember me when everyone forgets? Do you know me anymore? Wasn't I your comfort and your god And weren't you the shore I called you home and cried for you but Suns rise up and Shadow falls Over rooftops, years and eyes all in The hopes that you'll recall Oh wasn't I a god to you? Somewhere there's a memory A truth that lives in lies An echo of the way you knew me under foreign skies And will I live in hiding Between the silhouettes? Will you remember me when everyone forgets? I promise that I'll still be there Even when I haven't got a prayer Just a lonely stranger in America, but I'm still here Oh, god, I'm here I swear Somewhere there's a memory A truth that lives in lies An echo of the way you knew me under foreign skies And will I live in hiding Between the silhouettes? Will you remember me when everyone forgets? Current mood: nostalgic.Current music: the aforementioned "When Everyone Forgets". |
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