Rargh, migraine.
We hates em, precious, we hates the nasssssssssty migraines ...
Anyway, no helping it. It's making it hard to do my reading, though.
So, the term is ending. Matthieu and I fly to Peru a week from tomorrow. My kids have the final phase of their final project on Friday. They've come up with some really fun characters, so I'm looking forward to the debates -- we're debating a wind farm, immigration of non-Gaelic speakers into our (Gaeltacht) town, and the building of a new road through a neolithic passage grave. Should be fun!
In other news, Erin and I went to Chameleon to talk to one of their artists (Ellen, who did Erin's other tattoo) about Erin's next tattoo (more orchids, this time on her back). I've finally gotten the timeline for myself, too -- my leg will need to heal for another couple years before I'll be able to get a tattoo on it. Ah, well -- now it'll be a "getting the PhD" celebration rather than a "passing generals" celebration. No biggie.
Generals stuff: I'm feeling pretty good about Middle Welsh things; once I finish what I'm reading about Owain Glyndŵr (that's Owen Glendower from Henry IV Part I, Daddy), I think I should move on to Old Irish. Also, sociolinguistics OMG. Also, I need to remember everything I used to know about Gaelic literature. And learn about Scots. And the Romantics. Holy hell.
Anyway, I think I'm going to take a painkiller and get to my reading. Later!
Anyway, no helping it. It's making it hard to do my reading, though.
So, the term is ending. Matthieu and I fly to Peru a week from tomorrow. My kids have the final phase of their final project on Friday. They've come up with some really fun characters, so I'm looking forward to the debates -- we're debating a wind farm, immigration of non-Gaelic speakers into our (Gaeltacht) town, and the building of a new road through a neolithic passage grave. Should be fun!
In other news, Erin and I went to Chameleon to talk to one of their artists (Ellen, who did Erin's other tattoo) about Erin's next tattoo (more orchids, this time on her back). I've finally gotten the timeline for myself, too -- my leg will need to heal for another couple years before I'll be able to get a tattoo on it. Ah, well -- now it'll be a "getting the PhD" celebration rather than a "passing generals" celebration. No biggie.
Generals stuff: I'm feeling pretty good about Middle Welsh things; once I finish what I'm reading about Owain Glyndŵr (that's Owen Glendower from Henry IV Part I, Daddy), I think I should move on to Old Irish. Also, sociolinguistics OMG. Also, I need to remember everything I used to know about Gaelic literature. And learn about Scots. And the Romantics. Holy hell.
Anyway, I think I'm going to take a painkiller and get to my reading. Later!