Tá an lá an-fhuar agus an-tirim, ach chonaic mé ar maidin bogha báistí!
(Today is very cold and very dry, but I saw a rainbow this morning–as Gaeilge)
[Our Irish instructors encourage us to use at least a little of the language every day, and yes, I really did see a rainbow while riding the 260 (a dó seasca) Bus.]
Last night, as part of a general reshuffling at Gaeltacht Minnesota, I was moved into the next class up. I was going over my new instructor’s notes when I found this gem: The Irish word for vegetarian is feoilséantóir. Feoil means “meat”, while séantóir means “renegade”, “denier”, or “apostate”. So in Irish a vegetarian is a “meat renegade”!
(Yes, I did confirm this with my Irish dictionary)
I just learned that one of my favorite professors at Carleton died on Saturday. In a small department at a small college there is a lot of student-faculty contact. Mike was one of the people who really shaped my life. I have posted the e-mail about him at 72 dpi.
Propers for the Mass. From the Society of King Charles the Martyr.
Unhappy Meals by way of Monastic Musings.
I got away from work yesterday just in time to go home so I could join the rest of the family for a music party. This was a good time. Several of the other guests were Carleton graduates, although I was (by a wide margin) the Dean of the group.
I am at the office now. I got here about 2 PM and did some preparatory work for about an hour. Since about 3 PM I have been on a conference call with one of my colleagues and 2-3 IBM folks. We are currently wrapping up a system test.
I stayed home last night while mia_mcdavid went to a party at c_nocturnum‘s. Just too tired. I worked a little on some clothing for colgaffneyis and watched the second half of The Virgin Queen, which we had taped from Masterpiece Theater. Rather more episodic than part 1, skipping decades to get through the rest of her life. Did Walsingham really forge the crucial evidence that led to the execution of Mary Queen of Scots? I need to research that. The show also gave some detail on the Irish crisis (Tyrone’s rebellion, aka the Nine Year’s War) that led to the downfall of Essex in the last years of Elizabeth’s reign.
I had a good night’s sleep, which is just as well. I was suppose to have a relaxing afternoon today, skipping a colgaffneyis work session. It is not turning out that way. There is a crisis at the office, a follow-up to last weekend’s troubles. I have already done an hour’s work from home and will be going downtown before 2PM. Hopefully I will still be able to go to another friend’s party on the west side of Minneapolis tonight.
From Hilbert Space to Dilbert Space, and beyond 