Dangit, the VegFest is coming to Portland and i have to work that day. *pout*

Dinner was left over lasagna. Shocking. I think I have a few more days of it left.

Calling 'rents. Mom is every few weeks. Dad, half as often. She's all alone in CA, he's got his gf and siblings in NY. Everytime I call either, I think I'm the bad son because I haven't called in awhile, only to learn, I call more than the other 2 sibs. And mom never calls for fear of bothering me, despite me buying her a cell phone and paying for it!

I was gonna say, there is no Old Welsh.

Actually, I don't know that for sure and am asserting that without the effort of googling. But I've never heard it taught at a uni.

However, I know there's Old Norse because of various eddas and besides it's a plot point in John Irving's The Water Method Man. (A very funny novel which I recommend highly.)

John Irving's The Water Method Man. (A very funny novel which I recommend highly.)

Oh my lord. I was such a huge John Irving fan in high school/early college. I haven't read that in 20 years (egad). I remember liking it, though.

:: is wildly amused at the idea that only those things exist which are taught in uni ::

Water Methodman

I didn't hate it, but I do not understand why DH Loves it.

Oh, wait. I think it was The 158-Pound Marriage that I liked so much.

As well as Garp and Hotel New Hampshire, of course.

When I was in college I talked to my parents once a week.

While my mom was still alive I guess I called about once a month? She talked to my sister several times a day.

With my Dad it was usually about five or six times a year.

Dinner tonight: stir fry (maui onions, garlic, tofu marinating in various garlic onion soy stuff, mushrooms, spinach, tiny heirloom tomatoes) over saffron rice.

The thing I like about tofu is the way it looks when it's all in chunks and marinating and it's topped with a neat pile of chopped up green onion and minced garlic.

I am all about mincing my garlic lately. When I first moved to SF I crushed it in a garlic press. Then I was shamed by Jacques Pepin and tried to master thin slices and crushing with the flat of my blade. This sort of worked. But mincing! Get my big knife out and fine slice those cloves and chop them until they're tiny and dripping with garlicky goodness? Oh yeah.

:: is wildly amused at the idea that only those things exist which are taught in uni ::

It's true! Not only is there no Old Welsh, there are no Old Welsh people either. Just a nation of young green grocers and talented singers.

Old Welsh.

At this stage, the use of ll to represent the lateral fricative /ɬ/ (liuit > Llywyd) and dd to represent /ð/ (did > dydd) had not been developed.

Mmmm, lateral frictive.