Learning German makes me want to listen to E Nomine all the time. HIMMEL ODER HÖLLE!! ICH BIN DER ANTICHRIST!!! OMG I AM LEARNING SO MANY USEFUL PHRASES!! MITTERNAAAAAAACHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Unfortunately (or fortunately?) E Nomine really likes to do catchy choruses in Latin that get stuck in my head. And then I go around singing them all day. And then ( Read more... )

Guys. I want to cuddle Catullus. Even though he probably has STDs.

Here's why.

Catullus 51 is a loose translation of Sappho 31. And my first reaction to reading them together is, WOW CATULLUS, YOU TOOK AN AWESOME POEM AND MADE IT SUCK. Because Sappho's poem is so charged and erotic and passionate, and Catullus takes it and tones it way the fuck down ( Read more... )

While doing my Catullus homework, I came across this little gem.

Cum puero bello praeconem qui videt esse,
quid credat, nisi se vendere discupere?

A somewhat free translation by David Mulroy:

What does an auctioneer with a pretty boy
imply if not "For Sale"?Oh, Ancient Rome. This is one of those times when I'm not sure whether to start ( Read more... )

Um...guys...I kind of just wrote fic in Latin. For the_eagle_kink .

I...I don't know what to say.

Title: Non Saevus Sum
Fandom: The Eagle
Pairing: Marcus/Esca
Warnings: TERRIBLE ABUSE OF THE LATIN LANGUAGE
Word Count: 100

( Click for a really shitty Latin drabble and a translation of what it's supposed to say )

I told my professor that Catullus makes me uncomfortable because I don't trust him to be honest about his emotions. She got really defensive and was like "Well, he's much more honest than other Latin poets. Like...Ovid ( Read more... )

My Latin professor was like, "Why are you so desperate to do your project on Daphnis?"

What I DID NOT say was "Because I'm basing a character in my NaNoWriMo on him."

Instead I was like "Umm...he...uh...keeps showing up in the eclogues and....ummm...I think it's interesting..."

She was like, "That's not a good enough reason."

And I was like, "Well... ( Read more... )

I cooked myself dinner! I am a real grownup person! Huzzah!

Of course I've cooked dinner before, but it is somehow different when I'm not doing it in my parents' kitchen.

My life is settling into something of a routine. A routine that largely revolves around translating Thucydides. THE MAN IS RIDICULOUS. His sentences are like giant tangled ( Read more... )

I had to switch Latin classes AGAIN. I HATE YOU, UCD CLASSICS DEPARTMENT. I am now doing "Poetry of the Civil Wars," which is basically Vergil's Eclogues and Horace's Odes. It is a THIRD YEAR CLASS, which means that I am going to die. I won't be coming home, because Latin is going to fucking kill me.

The one bright spot in my life is my discovery of ( Read more... )