(no subject)
Mar. 17th, 2014 11:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeWith constructions involving a verbal noun, bí must be used, since the copula doesn't have a verbal noun form:
Tá sé ag iarraidh a bheith ina mhúinteoir. He wants to be a teacher.
Similarly, relative clauses with 'be' as the verb generally use the bí strucutre. Although a relative clause form of is exists, it is not often used, perhaps because its form is identical to the regular verbal form:
an fear atá ina shagart - the man who is a priest
Is and bí also overlap in uses with predicate adjectives.
Tá an bia go maith. Is maith é an bia. The food is good.
Tá do dheartháir lách. Is lách é do dheartháir. Your brother is nice.
Such pairs are generally limited to adjectives expressing evaluation rather than simple description. For example, we don't hear things like 'Is tuirseach mé' but only 'Tá mé tuirseach' and their usage differs, the second sentences being largely exclamatory in effect. In subordinate clauses, generally only the bí sentences are found.
Ba mhaith liom an bia a bheith go maith. I'd like the food to be good.
an fear atá lách - the man who is nice
I meant to do more in the way of cleaning this weekend, but about halfway through the afternoon I started feeling like utter crap, sneezing and coughing and feeling exhausted. So I ended up doing nothing, taking naps, taking NyQuil and sleeping for about ten hours. I'm not even kidding. I feel marginally better, apart from a headache that I think is what convinced my dream self I was having a stroke (seriously, what the fuck dream self, I spent half the dream wandering around some medical university campus looking for someone who would give me the appropriate scans to tell if I'd had a stroke or not. The dead body took precedence, apparently. I have no idea.) Anyway, apart from that I'm mostly feeling better? Still tired. And thoroughly, incredibly sick of being tired, and feeling like I've been tired and miserable for so long I'm just going to be stuck this way.
I don't know. Maybe I just need more sleep and fewer gray skies and rain. And less buffing my teeth with the tooth-polisher, I had an appointment this morning for a dental cleaning. But mostly, yeah, just tired and sick at heart and have no idea how to get my groove back. No joy.
I have a good idea of how to fake it, though. So, fake it till it becomes real, for now. At least for the rest of the work day, and then figuring things out at home when I have time and space to curl up somewhere.
Tá sé ag iarraidh a bheith ina mhúinteoir. He wants to be a teacher.
Similarly, relative clauses with 'be' as the verb generally use the bí strucutre. Although a relative clause form of is exists, it is not often used, perhaps because its form is identical to the regular verbal form:
an fear atá ina shagart - the man who is a priest
Is and bí also overlap in uses with predicate adjectives.
Tá an bia go maith. Is maith é an bia. The food is good.
Tá do dheartháir lách. Is lách é do dheartháir. Your brother is nice.
Such pairs are generally limited to adjectives expressing evaluation rather than simple description. For example, we don't hear things like 'Is tuirseach mé' but only 'Tá mé tuirseach' and their usage differs, the second sentences being largely exclamatory in effect. In subordinate clauses, generally only the bí sentences are found.
Ba mhaith liom an bia a bheith go maith. I'd like the food to be good.
an fear atá lách - the man who is nice
I meant to do more in the way of cleaning this weekend, but about halfway through the afternoon I started feeling like utter crap, sneezing and coughing and feeling exhausted. So I ended up doing nothing, taking naps, taking NyQuil and sleeping for about ten hours. I'm not even kidding. I feel marginally better, apart from a headache that I think is what convinced my dream self I was having a stroke (seriously, what the fuck dream self, I spent half the dream wandering around some medical university campus looking for someone who would give me the appropriate scans to tell if I'd had a stroke or not. The dead body took precedence, apparently. I have no idea.) Anyway, apart from that I'm mostly feeling better? Still tired. And thoroughly, incredibly sick of being tired, and feeling like I've been tired and miserable for so long I'm just going to be stuck this way.
I don't know. Maybe I just need more sleep and fewer gray skies and rain. And less buffing my teeth with the tooth-polisher, I had an appointment this morning for a dental cleaning. But mostly, yeah, just tired and sick at heart and have no idea how to get my groove back. No joy.
I have a good idea of how to fake it, though. So, fake it till it becomes real, for now. At least for the rest of the work day, and then figuring things out at home when I have time and space to curl up somewhere.