:: 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.
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:: 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.
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.
Of course there's Old Norse. Tolkien was as fluent as any modern human could be. :)
What's the old saw? 7 languages at 7, 21 languages at 21? That's the story about that old man.
hm, it depends. I don't like to call people and my parents are included in that group.
I am Nora in this. I call my mom every other week or so.
Happy birthday, Nora!
I talk to my mom once per week. Usually my dad, too, as they are still together. But he is in a different city while they try to sell their house so he is not around as much.
smonster, I wish I had something helpful to say, but all I got is more smishes.
smishes smonster
Calling parents - I can hardly remember how often I talked to my mom before she got sick, but it wasn't often. She rarely called me, and I only called her on special days. My sister and I, however, now talk almost every day.
All this smishing is wonderful, but we're neglecting a critical approach...
bites smonster
::smonster smish:: Like I'm not gonna get in on that!
My mother hates the phone as much as I do. She doesn't do computers but her husband does so I email him often and he prints it out and reads it to her. We can talk for hours on end in person, but never on the phone. Ick. Maybe once a month. One sister and brother are the same, but we have my other sister that loves the phone. We all make a ritual of getting in a comfy position with food and beverage and listening once a week. Ah, love makes you do the strangest things.
I'm watching dancers on TV.
I want to dance.
My parents don't much do email--every once in a while I get an email from my dad forwarding something, pictures or a random piece of info, or something my brother sent that he didn't cc me on.
My sister is on LJ and facebook, so that's mostly how we talk. Every once in a while on the phone, but not often.
My dad tries to have something to talk about other than "So, where are you going for work soon?" and "How's the weather?" But sometimes that fails. The other day when I called I was talking ot my mom and all the sudden he says "So, what did you think about Ellen's news?" and all I could think was that he'd neglected to share family news about my cousin Ellen--was she changing jobs? Engaged? Moving? No. Turns out he just figured, y'know, the gays. We're all connected like that, so....Ellen Degeneres. American Idol. What were my feelings?