oh dad

some of you may know that i have a thing for languages. ...a bit. i always thought that it was an anomaly that i enjoy the tongues so much... then i got this.

after sending my father a birthday card, i got a message from him on my facebook (he's that cool with the internetness) that gave explication to my language thing.

Dayffid, Dis hist me for to be sayhink two ewe dat high man soffairy klad for to be haffinkew has my sunny boi. Hit wharms mie hart for to ne noing dat yew har putting der ghreetinks vor mine burthdai hon yeur webpeightjes. Haltho summof da reeders vill be haffink prublemps mit reedink eur greetinks and vellvitches, ewe hafto no dat dis hist me hunderstandink al dat ewe har rintink hand dis hist me lovinkyu four doink so. Dis hist me senkink ewe hugs hand huther gudtinks in tankewes for all dat ewebe hist doink. Japapa

gotta love him. bonne fête papa!
hic extraneus est

h

are all letters of our abc's important?....or at least equally so?

i asked my roommates for one letter; i wanted to see if i could write a full entry about a given topic and not use said letter. next, i asked for a specific topic for my go at it. let's give 'er a go...

idūs martias
in classical times, 15 days after february's end all romans celebrated a festival dedicated to mars. as per tradition, a military parade stepped across cities.

originally (or etymologically), ides refered to full moon day and was an auspicious day. interestingly, over time its meaning evolved. in roman times, it was used four times a year to refer to 15 days after february idūs martias, 15 days after april's end idūs maius, 15 days after june's end idūs iulius, and 15 days after september's idūs october.

in modern times, people use it specifically to refer to julius caesar's end. on 03-15, 44 bc, julius caesar was assassinated.

nowadays, in popular culture people use it in more comical ways, or media--music, stage, cinema, etc.

i would say i succeeded. finding a way to write about an infamous date sans using one letter in particular can be arduous but stimulating.

next letter...?

ic extraneus sum

only the lonely

th.e other night i saw i love you, man at th.e show with eskje. it was funny and enjoyable. one group of characters stood out for me and my roomie though...more so for her really. not even main characters. supporting characters. eskje made th.e following parallel:

zooey: the engaged eskje
denise: the married tjaad
hailey: the single me

not that th.e statuses match us exactly. rather, th.e dynamics between the characters are what captured eskje's eye. to paraphrase--at best...

scene - zooey's fiancé (th.e movie's main character) finds a man-friend.

zooey: you found a friend?! that's great
denise: good for you!
hailey: you have a boyfriend...and i don't.
denise: why is it always about you?
hailey: because i'm single.

part of me wants to laugh at this parallel, but another part of me wants to help eskje to a face-full of fist. do i act that way? b'wha? no... sure the single life isn't th.e greatest, but i don't rain on people's parades. i love parades (i have to. culture dictates and all...)

all joking aside--and i know that she only meant it in jest--it's still ferstrating to realise that these jokes can be made only reminds me of my relationshiplessness. bachelorhood is great for all th.e crazy nights, wild sex, no-commitments and other related myths; but th.e caelibātus life is getting old...fast.

wow...maybe i am hailey. n-g.

frak.

my time will come. fuck that shit.

frak.



...yeah, yeah, yeah, hic extraneus sum or whatever... i'm single, so it is all about me.

aan bettre tae

tese leste som taen haf’ih gefoellte muck hlehtlih obh mijsjelf. leste weke wes muck hleht fer mij. maan hatte mirra gesaghte tat ih aan grét error commiterte hafe swo swo ih tjolkte.

frak.

hou dorre ih teckn tat ih werde tjolkmaan werdn, hwa ih ne kann fwo practikum lerntjolkn kann? muck oft tecke ih tat ih sjollte ottgen skjoll odh backgén te werk fwo mij bureau odh computer i mij sillihe werld nemedh problemn swo swo tese tat ih hafe nou.

leflih, werde ih aan góde tjolkmaan bén aanwey?
hafe ih…odhre werde ih hafn
te kannhéte?

lestih haf’ih much getakte obh mijsjelf odh mij problemn…swo swo oft macke ih. gestertae áan collegje haft gebloggte obh hes lef odh personalproblemn. tis bloggtexte hafte aan impack fwo mirra odh mackte mih teckn. as lesn obh hem, mij problemn sens ne swo hleht.

medh tat geskrefn, ih moeste kennn tat ja mij problemn mije bén odh ne less importan. argh.. nou gé ih i hrighe! gód hleht gód hleht

gód
hleht
gód
hleht
frak


ih kann, nje ih moeste hoppn tat morghe kommt áan bestre tae to!

hic extraneus sum

pictures tell too much

i hate pictures. their purpose is to show.
they show too much.
they do not lie.

frak.

all i see is what i would i saw not.
i hate pictures.

to much in them.
need to re-fine.

no artistic license.
a lense; a camara obscura.
no mercy.

everything on display
all to be seen.

frak.

i hate pictures.

hic extraneus sum photograhum

fins et fines

le veulent-ils?
le veulent-elles?

un peu de gras d'extra n'est pas mauvais... n'est pas laid--l'est-il?

le suis-je?

je hais les photos qui me font sentir trop trop....
je les hais.

frak les. frak les toutes.


je suis assez comme je suis. je ne dois pas me changer.
je suis content....
je prétends...

je frake

hic extraneus sum

þorsdagr

thursday is definitely one of my favourite days of the week. thursday is FJC night. once a week i get together with a handfull of my closest friends and we catch up with each other about our lives. if my life were a television show, this would be the opening and closing setting, whence each characters' weekly activities would be narrated.

i love my FJC. tonight was interesting to start. we had decided on a restaurant to which we've gone before and that we really liked. i got there at the 9 o'clock end of the 8:30-9:00 spectrum, but was only the second to arrive. at the door, however, i found eskje with her ipod in, shivering outside the newspapered windows of the para-revonation restaurant. frak. we decided on another pub in the area. i got us coffee to drink as we waited for the other two to arrive. tjaad got there next, and árn next. it was good to catch up on things.

i'm always a little surprised at the things we say to each other. it's not like any of us four keeps secrets for the other; in all actually we propably know too much about each other! ha. still, i'm impressed and find comfort in knowing that my friends trust me enough to open up about their lives, the way i do with them. fuzzy bunnies or something i know...

after a few pints and tastmazing soup (sooo underated) árn and i hit up the malemeatmarketstip for another drink or two. it had been a while since he'd been out to the show and dance. good times.

my good friend is with, but is still quite the attracting force on the sailors and such. happy for him i am, but cannot deny the feelings of pq pas moi?...quand est-il à mon tour?... it's not right for me to write of such things on such a public space, i know, but when one gets in to theirs this late at night and this not-sober, with a new blogentry open on the screen, one is rather tempted to spew out all that is on one's mind. restraint....rest.raint.

rant.

vent.

worry.

wonder.

at least there was some good tunes playing. danced danced.
thought of my list. those who've come before and gone since. they were good times. at least so they seemed. happy times. happier times.

again to feel the warmth on my face

to swim in the strong embrace

music to my eyes

thoughts of bygone tides

the day is done and another already begun. i should get to bed...my mess of a bed. morning is minutes away. frak. another day of smilinghiding. can't wait.

can't frakin' wait.

hic extraneus sum

long blog time

whoa... some things should be left in the past.

blogging here has been on and off for a few years now. every so often i delete my daveterpreter, each time for a different reason. i've looked back at my blogsphere past and i've rediscovered my LJ past.

whoa. would have been better to have let lying stones where they lie.

the only saving grace for me was that i wrote not in english, nor en français...rather i kept my spirits up by putting myself down in my own tongue. only i knew of the daurk thoughts that struck blows and the haursh thoughts that plagued my mind... (i'm better now i fear)

tis werld iss stupid

ih wiss ne hwat exack ih woell forn hjo, me tis werld iss ne god foer mih. allt ih woell iss a' littl bit gljadhet swo ih kan bettren mij lef. to frostehs? ih woell hwat alltman eles redn haft odh tat te hsawn mih alltdajlih odh...hwatefre. lef iss ne god ne feir. hwafer iss mij lef swo swo hjo iss? Ih hafe netigh tat ih kann hsawn te'n werld, mij friedhe er mij fjamill. mij job iss edhast kontrack odh alltlih wiss ih ne hwat ih woell toen foer werk typus karrère, me ih ferske odh ferske odh ferske, me netide komm ih on an answere te mij problemn.

wef to frostehs hwat ih hafe hsrifen her, hjelp mih medh mij problemn, assoblif. ih hwestte redn tide bi hsrifen fwo a' neiuh leitsprek. lef iss ne feir, me hjo kann bekomen god odh bettre...ih hope. hwen komm on hit mij go? hwan komm mij man, mij perfeck man hwa werdt bettren mij problemn odh hsawn mih tat te werld ne iss alltide swo grim? HWAN!? ih hafe redn wadte tefel tide foer mij go, me hwat kann ih ten? stupide werld...

lookon at me two years ago...

thoughts?

frémdhmaan her ih'm

frak! trop impatient pou mon propre bien...

je l'ai fait. j'ai dépassé la ligne.
frak. je déteste mon zèle

quelles seront-elles les conséquences...

frak.

hic extrafrakineus sum

odio

te odio

en este momento

estoy pensando en ti

te odio

grito a voz alta

¿porqué sigues
confunfiéndome?

te odio
a menudo
te odio

hic extraneus sum

una nit a la catalana

ahir vaig anar a una sopar amb uns amics del casal català aquí on visc. normalment som només quatre o cinc joves; però anit hi havia una quinzena de catalans (i altres espanyols. també una canadenca que no parlava català ni castellà.

no sabia si hi aniria, no obstant al fi hi vaig anar i la nit em va agradar moltíssim. a cada cop que parlo català, m’adono compte de que em fa falta i que n’he perdut molt molt.

bé, és clar qu’haig d’enfocar-me a imersió total a reaprendre aquesta llengua que em plau tant.

aquí sóc estranger

these are the days the werld tilts more

i am no atlas yet i feel the weight of the earð on my shoulders. the werld stands not straight as would a spinning top; nor on its side like a gyroscope. it tilts.

quite natural. an axis on which it spins turns whirls. its angle of tilt is precise. not too deep steep; nor too upright. balance unbalanced. the slightest change of status quo would could should tilt the werld that bit more and all would crash fall stall.

end.


i am no atlas. i cannot carry the earð alone. yet still i forge on, tauri on me. pushing aside the pain the nerves. i am to focus. so close; more than half-way…much more.


whole werlds balance on hairs shoulders axes. the little things added onto the shoulders responsiliailiobligaduty on my shoulders.

deep breaths. deep sighs.
deep thoughs.

i am no atlas, no.

i am i.

hic extraneus sum

mise 's esan :: muir 's carraigean

’s e am muir a th’annam
i am the sea
is carraigean a th’ann.
and he the rocks

tha e annam…
i am he...
leam...
he is with me...
uam.
i would he be mine.

hic extraneus sum

que veut-il

voilà quelques mois quelqu'un m'a fait du mal, quoiqu'il s'en rende compte ou non (pourtant s'il en ignore il est nul.) il fallait faire de mon mieux pour ne pas permettre mes émotions de me trahir. j'étais je prétendais fort et oké avec le tout. non. si.
non. si.
non.

si, je l'étais.

puis, il n'y a quelques jours la personne en question m'a contacté:

« allô, ça va ? »
« oui, et toi ? »
« ça va. »

p.a.u.s.e. . .

« on prend un café ? »

QUOI?

« pardon ? »

« veux-tu prendre un café ou quelque chose avec moi ? »

« oké… »

p.a.u.s.e. . .

jabberwocky

i just love this poem. lewis carroll, you are amazings

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

`Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

`And has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


hic extraneus sum

for pun's sake

my good friend tjaad sent me a number of really funny puns/punny funs for educated minds
i thought i would share:

the roundest knight at king arthur's round table was sir cumference. he acquired his size from too much pi.

i thought i saw an eye doctor on an alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical aleutian.

she was only a whisky maker, but he loved her still.

a rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class because it was a weapon of math disruption.

the butcher backed into the meat grinder and got a little behind in his work.

no matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery.

a dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering.

a grenade thrown into a kitchen in france would result in linoleum blownapart.

two silk worms had a race. they ended up in a tie.

time flies like an arrow. fruit flies like a banana.

a hole has been found in the nudist camp wall. the police are looking into it.

atheism is a non-prophet organization.

two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway. one hat said to the other, "you stay here; i'll go on a head."

i wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. then it hit me.
a sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said: "keep off the grass."

a small boy swallowed some coins and was taken to a hospital. when his grandmother telephoned to ask how he was, a nurse said, "no change yet."

a chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.

the short fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.

the man who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.

a backward poet writes inverse.

in democracy it's your vote that counts. in feudalism it's your count that votes.

when cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of religion.

don't join dangerous cults: practice safe sects!

hic extraneus sum

ein neues nichts besseres

wenn du dich nicht verloren findest, bravo ! aber, es war nicht meine absicht, mit der änderung der adresse zu täuschen. vielmehr, ich wollte nur eine bessere, gebührend namen, für die blogsphäre finden.

nihil plus ultra ist eine alte lateinische angebot. eine einfache übersetzung macht „nichts mehr“.

und nun, mit dies hier gebloggt, ich gehe.

hic extraneus sum

you

i smile when i think of you. i try to find a way to put into words onto paper into my hands the feelings i feel the thoughts that crash into my mind the songs on my heartstrings that resonate through my body through my bones through the night though the walls ...the covers

i am a canvas and you the oils. paint me. cover me with your colours your reds your greens your blues . make me real. make me classique. i am a gourmand and you my last meal. haute cuisine. i crave you need you miss you dream you to life ...to death

you are happy you are sad loud faint clear ablur.
you are here there present absent.

we dance we stand
we wave we long
we. w e
e


i blog
you read
i doubt

i’m ready
when you are

go. just go.

hic extraneus sum

frak

the best part of the day is when i get to the point when i have abso nothing more to do. no other obligations. nought due. nothing left unfinished. nihil plus ultra

...okay so that last isn't exatly how the latin should be used, but whatever.

my blog. my use of linguae.

hic extraneus sum