Whan Zephyrus eek with his sweete breeth
Work today was pretty busy (good busy, not bad busy; yay!). I didn't even have any reference questions to answer. I just babysat the computers and helped a couple of kids with their homework. Oh, and the phone had 2 messages on it, but I had no idea how to retrieve them. That phone isn't even supposed to have voicemail; it's supposed to bounce calls to the downstairs phone after hours. But the phone was being wonky last week, so I guess it's still being weird. At least they fixed the ring. Last week, instead of ringing, it would just ding really loudly and go straight to speaker-phone. Which is not very good for when you're not right next to the phone.... I think we need a new phone.
Poem of the day...
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Whan that April with his showres soote
The droughte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veine in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flowr;
Whan Zephyrus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halve cours yronne,
And smale fowles maken melodye
That sleepen al the night with open ye--
So priketh hem Nature in hir corages--
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmeres for to seeken straunge strondes
To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;
And specially from every shires ende
Of Engelond to Canterbury they wende,
The holy blisful martyr for to seeke
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seke.
~ from "The General Prologue" of The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer
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Actually, The Canterbury Tales is not one of my favorite poems, although I do find the Middle English interesting. o_O; The reason I chose this for today is because about this time next month I will be in Canterbury! w00t!
Which reminds me: if you would like a postcard from England, drop me an email with your snail mail address, keeping in mind that overseas mail is s*l*o*w and hence you probably won't get the postcard until I'm already back, so you should give me an address of where you'll be at the end of May/early June-ish. And if you wish, you can also state a preference of where you would like a postcard from (the choices are London, Canterbury, Winchester, Oxford, or some random place in between).
Ciao!
Poem of the day...
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Whan that April with his showres soote
The droughte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veine in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flowr;
Whan Zephyrus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halve cours yronne,
And smale fowles maken melodye
That sleepen al the night with open ye--
So priketh hem Nature in hir corages--
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmeres for to seeken straunge strondes
To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;
And specially from every shires ende
Of Engelond to Canterbury they wende,
The holy blisful martyr for to seeke
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seke.
~ from "The General Prologue" of The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer
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Actually, The Canterbury Tales is not one of my favorite poems, although I do find the Middle English interesting. o_O; The reason I chose this for today is because about this time next month I will be in Canterbury! w00t!
Which reminds me: if you would like a postcard from England, drop me an email with your snail mail address, keeping in mind that overseas mail is s*l*o*w and hence you probably won't get the postcard until I'm already back, so you should give me an address of where you'll be at the end of May/early June-ish. And if you wish, you can also state a preference of where you would like a postcard from (the choices are London, Canterbury, Winchester, Oxford, or some random place in between).
Ciao!