Monday, September 01, 2008
AMy older sister's kid finally hatched. The doctor(s) had to slice Ashlea open the evening of August 26th to haul out an eight-pound, eight-ounce baby boy, whom the delighted parents have named "Cohen Keith Mims". Aunt Lauree will be delighted to call him "Porky" for the rest of his life. If the bebe had to be cut out of the womb, imagine what it might take to persuade him to cut out of the house before he's thirty.
I rather wish now I had taken up a friend's offer to (re)learn me the art of crocheting before I left Lubbock a few weeks ago. Then I could send the little porker a pig-coloured, handmade onesie. Doubtless Babies 'R' Us does not carry booties resembling pig feet; but the wide world of worthless retail surely holds some other creative, pig-themed items with which Porky may be gifted. Little does he know now what a lifetime of embarassment and humiliation awaits.
I began reading this morning a short, recently-published sources text introducing German erotic tales of the medieval period (Mären) that I stole from the library at Texas Tech University (since I forgot I had it and forgot to return it). It includes information about manuscripts, where available, and since I must find something to study over the course of the semester for the manuscript cultures course I am taking, it seemed worth pulling off the shelf for perusal. Some sources have been lost to fire catastrophes, but a couple seem promising, provided I can access the documents. An extensive study of Middle High German would be fun.
My housemate, Andrew (oder "Andreas" auf Latein), recommended unto me the play The Invention of Love, based around A. E. Housman and Oscar Wilde. It contains hilarious passages concerning philology and textual criticism, to make for an entertaining and thought-provoking Labour Day Weekend read.
Labels: A. E. Housman, baby, birth, boy, crochet, eroticism, German, Labor Day, Oscar Wilde, Porky, sister, Tom Stoppard
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 9:54 AM]