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I am feeling so incredibly frustrated at the moment! It's been weeks since I picked up a camera and filmed anything, or wrote anything for that matter. My Muse has deserted me and I can never remember how to get the inspiration back, except it's something to do with getting lost or staying up too late. Bah. I thought I had mastered the trick of forcing creativity, but it seems my natural laziness is stronger than my creative urges. I have a few bits of work coming up but nothing too exciting, or not in the short-term at any rate. Everywhere I look at the moment I seem to see interesting people doing exciting things, and I am totally exhausted of trying to work out how to become involved in such projects myself. With my Morocco film currently being viewed by various broadcasters, and my little house project in Gainsborough pretty much all done, I have suddenly got a lot of time on my hands with little to do but wait. I'm rubbish at it!
Also, for reasons unknown I am extremely emotional recently. I put the telly on at the weekend and started crying at that Persil advert - that can't be right.
I discovered the Old English word folm this week. I love it. It means ‘palm of the hand’ or just ‘hand’, and unfortunately didn't survive the Norman Conquest. It took me ages to work out what it meant, although when I clicked it was cognate with Latin palma (from where we got the word ‘palm’) it suddenly seemed very obvious, with the whole f/p thing between Germanic and Romance languages (five/pent-, father/padre, foot/pedal etc etc etc).
genam ða þone hæðenam mannan
fæste be feaxe sinum, teah hyne folmum ƿið hyre ƿeard
That's from Judith, just before she cuts his head off. I kind of wish we still used the dative in modern English (although it's almost more of an instrumental in that example). Languages seem to get simpler the longer they're around, but at some point the opposite must have been true...that confuses me.
I'm a little drunk, apologies if that's obvious.
Also, for reasons unknown I am extremely emotional recently. I put the telly on at the weekend and started crying at that Persil advert - that can't be right.
I discovered the Old English word folm this week. I love it. It means ‘palm of the hand’ or just ‘hand’, and unfortunately didn't survive the Norman Conquest. It took me ages to work out what it meant, although when I clicked it was cognate with Latin palma (from where we got the word ‘palm’) it suddenly seemed very obvious, with the whole f/p thing between Germanic and Romance languages (five/pent-, father/padre, foot/pedal etc etc etc).
genam ða þone hæðenam mannan
fæste be feaxe sinum, teah hyne folmum ƿið hyre ƿeard
That's from Judith, just before she cuts his head off. I kind of wish we still used the dative in modern English (although it's almost more of an instrumental in that example). Languages seem to get simpler the longer they're around, but at some point the opposite must have been true...that confuses me.
I'm a little drunk, apologies if that's obvious.