Cognition And Memory, Brilliant Ideas And A Letter That Finally Has To Be Written

The parrots were still there. Or again.

I'm so glad that the Cognition and Memory seminar is interesting. It's quite full, which surprised the professor (well, duh - everyone has to do a "theories" seminar to graduate, and this is the only one in two semesters, so go figure); but most of the people seemed to be really interested, too. Having interested people and an interesting topic and an able professor so helps you to get over having to go to university on Friday afternoon instead of Kyûdô.

Well, my brilliant beloved thought of a way to both spend my birthday with him and with my Fellowship without him having to come along to the meeting: I stay here for tonight and drive there early tomorrow. Good idea, really. I only wish he had said that about a week ago, because then I could have gone to Kendô practice as well, not to mention not telling my Fellowship that my ETA changed from today, 2000 hours, to tomorrow, 0800 hours, around 1800 hours today. Gah.

Dear stupid arrogant loud brats with too much ugly make-up and tacky but apparently cool clothes teenagers living in our street,

I know you think you own the street and that the cars parking on it are your benches, but I swear, if I ever catch any of you sitting on mine, I will personally see to it that you are pounded to death with your buffalo shoes or strangled on your non-fit pants, then sent to the Uttermost Void to keep Melkor company. I won't do this without apologizing deeply to Melkor, who, Eru knows, doesn't deserve such torment, but I don't see how I deserve it either.
Or, to put it in words that even you can understand: Shut the fuck up and get lost. Preferably far away. Seriously, you are an inspiration for abortions.
That is all.

Sincerely,
the next door neighbor who is sick and fed up with your sort.

Now, anyone want the Tolkien Society's Spring Newsletter? I got two.

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( Gedächtnis und Erinnerung, tolle Ideen und ein Brief, der wirklich geschrieben werden muss )

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I am stricken.

Do you know that feeling, when you stumble upon something in a language that you hardly understand, but even though you can only grasp tiny bits of it, you fall desperately, deeply, absolutely in love with that random bit?

[I have to think of The Doll's House now: "Chantal is having a relationship with a sentence. Just one of those things. A chance meeting that grew into something important for both of them..."]

Anyway, I've had that often. I have, so to say, relationships with many sentences, fragments, poems, songs, whatever. It's not unusual. Maybe I should be scared that words have such overpowering effects on me.

What I'm talking about now, anyway:

Nai kotumo ar nilmo, kalima Vala
thauza ar poika, Moringothonna,
Elda ar Maiya ar Apanóna,
Endóressë Atan sin únóna,
ilar thanyë, ilar melmë, ilar malkazon sammë,
osta ilar harwë, lau Ambar tana,
só-thauruvá Fëanárollo, ar Fëanáró nossello,
iman askalyá ar charyá, ar mi kambë mapá,
herá hirala ar haiya hatá
Silmarillë. Sí vandalmë ilyai:
unqualé son antávalme mennai Aurë-mettá,
qualmé ten' Ambar-mettá! Quettalman lasta,
Eru Ilúvatar! Oiyámórenna
mé-quetamartya íre queluvá tyardalma.
Ainorontessë tirtassë lasta
ar lma-vandá enyalaz, Varda Manwë!

*drool*