Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Irish Class #1


Last night was my first free Irish class (the Irish language weekend set me back $60), and to my surprise only two other people showed up to take advantage of this great opportunity. During the Irish weekend, everyone was learning Irish because it was their heritage, but in this class there is a graduate student who is learning Irish because she is getting a PhD in English literature and would like to focus on Irish literature. So highbrow! It reminds me a little of the time I took Ancient Greek in college, and the professor asked us all why we were in the class; everyone was a Classics or Art or Linguistics major, but one preternaturally perky girl said she was going to Greece that summer so she wanted to be able to understand people. The professor just kind of stared at her for a second, then he said, “You do realize they haven’t spoken the language we will be studying for 2000 years?” To her credit, she stayed in the class and seemed to thrive. Anyway, last night we learned some forms of the verb to be, which of course is irregular just like in any language. We also talked more about the eclipsing and aspirating rules, when consonants get changed because of gender or whatever is going on in the sentence. For some reason, all these rules appeal to me, but I’ve always loved grammar. I remember making up languages just to conjugate the verbs as a kid. We still are far from fluent, but we learned some basic phrases, enough to make up a conversation: “Hello. How are you? What is your name? Where do you live?” We even got assigned homework, but hopefully there are no tests! I’d love it if this class stays as fun as it was last night. It made me feel like a kid again, having simple conversations in a foreign language. They say this is one of the best ways to stave off Alzheimer’s, along with word game puzzles, and it’s just as enjoyable.

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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

The Professor


I don’t have anything to interesting to say today, so I’ll just relate a little anecdote from Saturday night. Rich wondered what Jilly Moose, Travalon, and I were up to, so we debated going to his house or having him come over to our condo for dinner. Then Travalon thought since we were already in the parking lot of Jerkins (Jilly Moose parked there since it is right next to Moka), we could go to dinner there. I was in favor of this, since Jerkins has a healthy menu… though of course I did not order off of it. So I called Rich back and said plans had finally been definitively made, we were going to have dinner at Jerkins, and could he bring the Professor? I didn’t think there was anything strange about this request until I asked if he had watered the other plants, and Travalon started laughing. “I forgot the Professor was a plant!” he said. “I thought you were telling Rich to bring some guy!” I asked if he were disappointed that the Professor was floral and not academic, but he said he was relieved not to have to converse with someone he didn’t know. Now that the Professor has come to live with us, only Greg remains at Rich’s house (at Rich’s request), with some old poinsettias, Yuri the Hibiscus, and a plant that used to belong to Mo-Girl. I’ll probably still be on watering duty since Rich won’t remember to do it…

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Monday, October 13, 2014

Multilingual Hike at Devil's Lake


I hope my 5.6 regular readers had a great weekend. Mine started out Friday evening with a concert put on by Miss Heartsong, which I attended with Kathbert and Luxuli. It was mostly cabaret-style music accompanied by a piano, but she did a couple of Appalachian folk songs accompanied by a violist who plays in the Trans-Siberian Orchestra, and they were very haunting. This was at a Lutheran church, and afterwards they had bars – as in the kind you eat, not the kind you visit for a drink.

Saturday morning Travalon and I met the Rosary Ladies at Moka Coffee House, then we all drove out to Sauk City and went to a Mexican restaurant there for lunch. Luxuli and OK Cap headed back home, but Travalon, Jilly Moose, Rodney, and I went to Devil’s Lake for a hike. It was beautiful there with the earth tone leaves contrasting with the blue-gray rocks, but it was also packed. It was like the UN, there were so many different languages being spoken: I identified Spanish and Russian and heard a number of others. We also saw lots of dogs, including the teeniest chihuahua ever named Luna. Then we drove back to town and invited whoever was around to Jerkins for dinner. Richard Bonomo came right away, then Hardingfele came and got everyone to buy pastries to support her daughter Rockstar Tailor’s trip out to Washington DC later this school year. Luxuli and Prairie Man arrived after that, and Catzookz and Twins Fan even put in an appearance. It was a really fun evening considering the short notice!

Yesterday after Mass, Travalon and I joined Luxuli, Prairie Man, and many of our choir members at the Come Back Inn for brunch, then we went home and watched that exciting Packers game. That was the first time Aaron Rodgers won in Miami, and the outcome was far from certain until the very end of the game. The announcers kept saying Rodgers was channeling Dan Marino. It had been a nice day, but when we took Rodney to the dog park after the game, it was cold and a little bit drizzly. We went to a show my coworker Handy Woman recommended called Once, about a musician in Ireland who is encouraged by a Czech lady, and how they start to fall in love despite the forces keeping them apart. Spoiler alert: it had a bittersweet ending, since it was based on a true story and real life doesn’t always work out the way you’d like it to. That’s the plus about believing in God – you have someone to thank profusely when it does!

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Friday, October 10, 2014

Old Hat Family Photo


Ma and Pa Hat sent me this old family photo, which hopefully they don't mind me posting on this blog. I'm not sure of the date of this, but it would be from the late 70's or the very early 80's. Can you believe two such blond kids could be of partially West African descent? I love the outfits Ma and Pa Hat are wearing, especially their pants. And notice our guinea pig Jennapig featured prominently on my lap. She was the first creature I ever saw go from young and vigorous to old and frail.


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Thursday, October 9, 2014

Blood Moon: 5 am


I forgot about the lunar eclipse yesterday morning at 5 am and slept right through it, but quite a few of my coworkers saw it. My boss took an amazing photo of it, which he said I could share with you. For more of his photography, check out his website: jason-gray.net.



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Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Irish Language Classes


I am guessing that my regular readers want a rundown of my intensive Irish language weekend. It started Friday evening with a couple hours of class. We were divided into four levels, and I was in the beginning “never spoken the language before” level. One woman in our level was kicked up to Level Two the next day, but the rest of my classmates were as clueless as I was. Our teacher was an energetic lady from Connemara who taught us the standard greeting in her dialect, and I can’t even begin to describe how it goes because it has sounds we just don’t have in English. It basically means, “God be with you,” and then the response is, “God and Mary be with you.” Then she taught us how beginning consonant sounds change in Irish depending upon the context, like if you were addressing someone named Colorado you would say, “A Cholorado,” which is pronounced like a ch in German, basically. However, if you were standing in Colorado, you would say, “i gColorado,” which is pronounced Golorado. I was relieved that she and another teacher, who was from Donegal, both agreed that Irish standard spelling makes no sense, so it isn’t just us English speakers who think so!

Friday evening after class we played a game somewhat like Taboo, where we were split into teams with a person from each level on each team, plus a teacher. The fourth level student would try to describe a word in Irish, and then the rest of us were supposed to provide the word in Irish. The teacher was there to do some translating for us poor first level students. Then after about ten minutes we got a different fourth level student so we got to work with all of them, which is only fair since some were better at this game than others. A guy from Dublin was really good at it, not just because his Irish is so good but because he was just good at describing concepts, like he said, “A big plant in the forest” in Irish, and someone said the Irish word for tree. Our team did not win, but we came in second.

Saturday morning class started at nine, which was a bit cruel in my estimation, but I got going with even enough time to grab a coffee and croissant beforehand. We learned some useful phrases, like how to say, “My name is ____,” but if I write them for you, they will make no sense. Irish is a language best learned by hearing rather than reading, is what I got out of all this. For the most part it isn’t too hard to pronounce, though there are definitely sounds we don’t use in English. But I still could not predict how to spell something I’d heard, or pronounce something I’d seen written. One thing I did learn is that a word starting with a bhf is pronounced with a w. Doesn’t that make sense? Or maybe it’s a fbh, I can’t remember offhand, and my notes are at home.

We had a break for lunch, and I went to pray the rosary in the Perpetual Adoration chapel, but unfortunately I still have not learned how to pray it in Irish so it was just good old English for me. In the late afternoon we could take a dancing class, a singing class, or watch an Irish movie; you will no doubt be stunned to learn that I chose singing. My teacher commented on how quickly I picked up the language, and she would ask me if I remembered what particular words meant. It’s good to know I still have a gift for languages, even in middle age. At night there was a concert given by the man who taught the singing class, but I skipped it to hear Bach.

Sunday class began at the slightly more humane hour of ten, so I had plenty of time to get coffee and a muffin beforehand but not quite enough to go to Mass. I was overjoyed to hear there would be free classes in Irish here in town but then very sad to hear they would be on Tuesday evenings, right during my regular adoration hour. Today I called the chapel coordinator, and he was happy to switch my hour, especially since my boss is OK with me taking a long lunch on Mondays to cover an hour they desperately needed to fill. I should be able to stay late on Mondays to make up the time, so I’ll still get adoration in every week, plus I’ll get to keep going with Irish. So life is good.

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Monday, October 6, 2014

Note Takers at Mass


This weekend most of my time was spent in Irish class, which should merit its own blog post, so this will be about what I did the rest of the weekend. Saturday evening Tiffy came into town, and we had dinner at Himal Chuli’s (one of her favorite restaurants) and then went to a Madison Bach Musicians’ concert at Christ Presbyterian. The usual suspects played and were as good as ever, but the guest musicians (a soprano, a bass, and a Baroque oboist) were so amazing that afterwards Tiffy said, “This might have been my favorite concert ever by them!” and I had to agree. The audience gave them a standing ovation.

Sunday morning after my Irish class was over, I met Tiffy and Travalon at the Manna CafĂ© for brunch. That place is always crazy busy, probably because it is so good. I had the Hakuna Fritatta, which has lots of kale in it, and so did Tiffy, while Travalon had the Ojibwe Scramble with wild rice in it. They are both really tasty, but we all agreed the rice really adds something special to the Ojibwe Scramble. Then Tiffy and I went to the Treinen Corn Maze, which was Athena’s owl this year. We found enough secret stamps to both get special maze pens, which have little plastic mazes inside of them with tiny balls that can roll through them. We just love the corn maze, running around outside for hours while following a map and looking for secret stamps hidden in obscure corners. It exercises your body AND your brain!

After going to Rich’s house for dinner, Travalon and I had to go to the late Mass at St. Paul’s. This particular Mass starts at 9 pm and is geared towards college students, so the priest’s homilies are always about how they should be looking for good Catholic spouses. They even had cereal afterwards, but Travalon and I did not partake. We were a little weirded out by three young women sitting in our pew who were taking notes through the entire Mass. At first I thought they were just multitasking, doing homework while attending Mass, but slowly we realized they weren’t even participating in the Mass, they were just taking notes on it. Every time the priest did something interesting, like take the consecrated hosts out of the tabernacle, you could see them leaning over and writing madly. I was a little annoyed that they were treating the Mass like some kind of social spectacle and highly suspect they were taking notes for a class, maybe on Comparative Religion. So I prayed that the graces they received from attending Mass would lead them to the Church. At least they knew better than to receive Communion…

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