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Aug. 8th, 2012 10:06 am( Gaeilge )
And the first two sentences of that instructions paragraph are exactly why you get two countries separated by a common language. If I didn't have a visual of the television I'd be at least a little confused what the hell was going on.
And, okay, if I wasn't used to multiple languages.
And that said, I'm kind of ridiculously pleased with myself for working out literal translations as well as semantic ones.
It's funny. Learning Irish, I keep kind of wanting to justify it because when I rattle off my languages it . But the more I learn of it and the closer I get to actually being able to have a conversation in Irish, the more I go "... no, you know what? Fuck that. It's a language. It's a human language, it's a thing that people do, and languages are my fun." No, I think it's the choice of language, sometimes, too. Because there's a whole attitude at least in the States if not elsewhere, of "Celtic Stuff Is Cool" that, at best, just seems rather silly and at worst is appropriation. My motives for picking Irish as a thing to learn aren't that pure.
And on the other hand, if I had time, I would be learning so many damn languages you guys, I can't even begin to tell you. Hebrew, Sanskrit, Portuguese, Swahili, Afrikaans, Romanian, Bulgarian, Latin again, Ancient Greek. Modern Greek. Cherokee, Sioux, um. Tagalog? Yoruba. Mandarin, Cantonese. Just off the top of my head. Right now I'll settle for being able to live-translate Spanish, French, Russian, and German.
And then I was completely distracted by a Carmina Burana flash mob (classical flash mobs are the best flash mobs) and the fact that we are still getting data from the goddamn Voyager 1. Also known as Veejur for you Star Trek geeks. And apparently it is about to escape the goddamn solar system. I love science.
And the first two sentences of that instructions paragraph are exactly why you get two countries separated by a common language. If I didn't have a visual of the television I'd be at least a little confused what the hell was going on.
And, okay, if I wasn't used to multiple languages.
And that said, I'm kind of ridiculously pleased with myself for working out literal translations as well as semantic ones.
It's funny. Learning Irish, I keep kind of wanting to justify it because when I rattle off my languages it . But the more I learn of it and the closer I get to actually being able to have a conversation in Irish, the more I go "... no, you know what? Fuck that. It's a language. It's a human language, it's a thing that people do, and languages are my fun." No, I think it's the choice of language, sometimes, too. Because there's a whole attitude at least in the States if not elsewhere, of "Celtic Stuff Is Cool" that, at best, just seems rather silly and at worst is appropriation. My motives for picking Irish as a thing to learn aren't that pure.
And on the other hand, if I had time, I would be learning so many damn languages you guys, I can't even begin to tell you. Hebrew, Sanskrit, Portuguese, Swahili, Afrikaans, Romanian, Bulgarian, Latin again, Ancient Greek. Modern Greek. Cherokee, Sioux, um. Tagalog? Yoruba. Mandarin, Cantonese. Just off the top of my head. Right now I'll settle for being able to live-translate Spanish, French, Russian, and German.
And then I was completely distracted by a Carmina Burana flash mob (classical flash mobs are the best flash mobs) and the fact that we are still getting data from the goddamn Voyager 1. Also known as Veejur for you Star Trek geeks. And apparently it is about to escape the goddamn solar system. I love science.