Tuesday, October 20, 2009
...von Deutsch to English. With the exception of Biblical quotes and citations from other persons, translating this text has been straightforward relatively. The following is an example of the book's author quoting someone else (Petrus Damiani, an apparently inflammatory fellow):
Und nicht ohne Schadenfreude fährt er fort: "Ich habe mich neulich mit einigen Bischöfen unterhalten. Dabei wollte ich ihren heiligen Oberschenkeln einen Riegel vorschieben. Ich versuchte, den Genitalien der Priester sozusagen Keuschheitsschnallen anzupassen." Da nicht wenige Priester erst nach der Weihe geheiratet haben, belehrte sie der Mönch, ihre Ehen seien ungültig und ihre Ehefrauen deshalb nichts als Konkubinen oder Huren.
I want to render "belehrte sie der Mönch" as "the monk schooled them", but "taught", "instructed", "informed", or "advised" are the more appropriately sedate options.
Labels: Bible, bishops, books, chastity belts, citations, concubines, genitalia, German, holiness, matrimony, monk, Petrus Damiani, priests, quotes, Schadenfreude, thighs, whores
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:39 PM]
My Life According to Eisbrecher
Friday, July 31, 2009
Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 15 people and include me. You can't use the artist I used. Try not to repeat a song title. Re-post as "my life according to ( artist name )".
I love how my results make it obvious that when I'm alone at night, I cut myself and weep.
Pick your Artist:
Eisbrecher
Are you a Male or a Female:
Schwartze Witwe
Describe Yourself:
Taub-Stumm-Blind
How do you feel:
Kein Mitleid
Describe where you currently live:
1000 Flammen
If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
Zu sterben
Your Favorite form of Transportation:
Freisturz
Your Best Friend:
Mein Blut
What's the weather like:
Eiskalt Erwischt
If your life were a TV show, what would it be called:
Willkommen im Nichts
Your last relationship:
Das Ende
Your fear:
Angst?
Thought of the Day:
Verdammt sind
My soul's present condition:
Mein Herz Steht Still
My motto:
Vergissmeinnicht
Labels: Eisbrecher, Facebook, German, life, music, quiz, songs, tagging
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 12:53 PM]
Die Verschwörung
Friday, January 30, 2009
Only a person without a soul would pass this crap along. Naturally, I've tagged as many people as possible. Think of this, o dear "friends", more as being "stabbed".
What does your music library say about you?
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1. Put Your iTunes on Shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write down the name of the song no matter how silly it sounds!
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.
5. Tag at least 10 friends
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What do your friends think of you?
Zeichen der Venus
[Probably not so much.]
If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say?
Etwas Geld
[I am a mooch.]
How would you describe yourself?
The Small House of Uncle Thomas
[I am emancipated.]
What do you like in a guy/girl?
Shadowboxer
How do you feel today?
Breathtaker
What is your life’s purpose?
Sentimental Journey
What is your motto?
I've Got You Under My Skin
What do you think about very often?
Die durch die Hölle gehen
[Das Leben ist mir die Hölle.]
What is 2 + 2?
Liebe Mich Leben
What do you think of your best friend?
The Letter
What do you think of the person you like?
It's Only A Paper Moon
What is your life story?
Bock Bier Polka
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Vdol' pa ulitse (A Snowstorm Blows)
What do you think of when you see the person you like?
We're Off To See The Wizard (Duo)
What will you dance to at your wedding?
Wie Tief
What will they play at your funeral?
Let The Planets Burn
What is your hobby/interest?
Fikk Dich Mit Fire
What is your biggest fear?
Stress Pill
What is your biggest secret?
War
What do you think of your friends?
Im Inneren Der Stadt
What will you post this as?
Die Verschwörung
This is representative of the music I work out to: German metal and Ella Fitzgerald, with other stuff sprinkled in. If you had my metabolism, you'd be moody all the time, too.
Labels: Facebook, friends, German, iTunes, list, songs
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 1:07 PM]
I Woke Up This Morning, And My Penis Was Missing
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Ich habe diesem morgen aufgewacht, um zu finden, daß ich eine geschlagene Stunde mehr haben. Ich soll meine Uhr stellen.
Jetzt kann ich weiter den Iliad lesen, die Werke Juvenals weiter bilden und ins Papier beschreiben, einen Netflix-Film ansehen, den Penthesilea Kleists weiter lesen... aber vielleicht werde ich nichts machen.
de latineque graece studiosa sum, sed non satis. linguae declinationum sunt difficiles. meh.
With the unwritten paper concerning the hundreds of manuscripts of Juvenal floating around, for which I have conducted not nearly enough fruitful research, looming over me in an almost physical sense, I took about three hours of this afternoon (mentally discounting one of them) to work out and swim at the student recreation center. The past two days I haven't moved much, reading and taking notes on points of Latin grammar for which my knowledge and comprehension are wanting. Swimming about fifteen (I did not count them) Olympic laps improves the posture.
Beforehand I listened to The Wizard of Oz soundtrack on an elliptical machine, then read the next two acts in Kleist's Penthesilea on a recumbent bike. I had forgotten how well such a combination helps me focus; after having exercised this way for three years, my body usually doesn't become too worn out, especially since I no longer work at a forty-hour week job that requires I stand on my feet six or eight hours straight. Granted, thinking rationally still comes with difficulty, but now it at least comes occasionally. Freshman and sophomore year I almost never dreamt.
Labels: dreaming, German, grammar, Greek, Heinrich von Kleist, Juvenal, Latin, manuscripts, Netflix, Penthesileia, research, routine, swimming, The Iliad, The Wizard of Oz, thinking, working out
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 1:29 PM]
Razorblade Rash
Monday, September 01, 2008
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My 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]
Ach, meine Augen
Thursday, August 21, 2008
"Der Tod"Ich liebe deutschen Literatur und Gedichten, weil die Deutschen alles "schlagen". Lustig.
Ach, es ist so dunkel in des Todes Kammer,Tönt so traurig, wenn er sich bewegt
Und nun aufhebt seinen schweren HammerUnd die Stunde schlägt.
-Matthias Claudius, 1798
Jetzt wohn' ich in Kentucky. Die Üni ist schön und die Leute sind hilfsbereit. Ich soll noch immer Latein sprechen, aber ich kann nicht oft die Wörter, daß ich säge, finden. Schade. Ich antworte jedermann auf Deutsch.
Mein Englisch wird noch immer schlecter. Der Mann, der lateinischen Lehreren/innen führt, hat mir gefragt, ob ich den Gedichten schreibe. Er schaut mich eines Buch der Gedichte von Elizabeth Barrett Browning lesend an. Doch ich habe nichts geschriebt, von Kindheit oder Hochschule an. Ich habe seitdem zu wenig Zeit. So ich sage.
Bald fang ich Kürse an. Ich werde Der Iliad von Homer auf Griechisch lesen. Die nächste Kurs ist lateinische Komposition. Auch matrikulierte ich in einer Kurs über den antiken Handschriften. Viel Spaß.
Nomen mihi "Laurea" est. Insulsa est. Melius "pusulosam" adopinor esse, quoniam facile conpleor puris.
fenestra, fenestrae, f.- window
defenestration- to have someone or something thrown out a window
Labels: death, defenestration, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, German, Greek, Homer, Kentucky, Latin, manuscripts, Matthias Claudius, poetry, time, university, writing
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:22 PM]
We Are Never Out Of It
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
This morning the rain beat thunderously loud on the pool roof, which, relievedly, drowned out the pop music station enough that I could kickboard along to my own imagination for once. The noise made me consider whether a nuke might have dropped; this then led to what I might do after nuclear fallout. Ere I paddled along, I glanced over at the other swimmers and wondered, if we were the only people on the planet to survive, which of us would be eaten first. I figured the tall bald guy would be first to get roasted, then perhaps the Asian.
I emerged from the pool and showered in disappointment that the bomb hasn't dropped yet.
Too tired after a three-hour workout to do anything else, afterward I read Doctor Faustus for German class for about three hours, sat through class (watching scenes from a production of The Ring Cycle and trying to pick out the German), then napped. Now I am at the coffee shop, pretending I am doing something dreadfully important. I might return to the Lair to cuddle with Kermie, for whom I never have to pretend anything.
Labels: bombs, coffee shop, Dr. Faustus, German, Kermit the Frog, kickboarding, nuclear fallout, pretending, rain, sleep, swimming, The Lauree Lair, The Ring Cycle, working out
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 2:20 PM]
Baktierielle Infektion der Haut
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
This afternoon a nice lady with a thick Texas accent filled an antibiotics prescription I am to take for a couple of bacterial infections. Basic description:
Akne inversa (engl. Hydradenitis suppurativa)Over the past two years these inflammations have occurred on the bottom of my right foot, under my armpits, and at my hip. The doctor I visited Monday mentioned they also often appear behind the knees and in the groin area.
Schmerzhafte lokale Entzündung der Talgdrüsen und Haarfollikel bevorzugt der Körperfalten (Achseln, Leistenregion) mit Zerstörung der Drüsenausführungsgänge. Die Erkrankung beginnt mit schmerzhaften rötlich-blauen Knötchen, die wie beginnende Furunkel aussehen, und teilweise unter der Haut verschmelzen, Fistelgänge ausbilden und später ein teilweise übel riechendes Sekret absondern. Die Infektion mit Bakterien ist nicht die Ursache der Erkrankung, spielt aber für die Schwere des Verlaufs eine entscheidende Rolle. Als Erreger sind anfänglich Staphylococcus aureus, später auch andere Erreger (Proteus, Pseudomonas etc.) beteiligt. Die Heilung wird begleitet von starker Narbenbildung, die teilweise überschießend verläuft und dadurch die Bewegungsfreiheit einschränken kann.
Diese Infektionskrankheit hat eine sehr geringe Selbstheilungstendenz. Konservative Behandlungsmaßnahmen bringen keinen dauerhaften Erfolg. Auch chirurgische Eingriffe mit Totalentfernung betroffener Hautabschnitte und Ersatz durch Hauttransplantation haben nur in etwa der Hälfte der Fälle Erfolg.
Durch die Immunisierung mit autogenen Vaccine, gegebenenfalls in Kombination mit chirurgischer Korrektur störender Narbenbildung oder Exzision von Fistelarealen, kann die entzündliche Reaktion deutlich vermindert werden. Bei Erregerwechsel ist eine neue Impfserie erforderlich. Voraussetzung ist eine sorgfältige bakteriologische Diagnostik, die alle beteiligten pathogenen Erreger erfassen sollte.
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Guess where mine are this time. The Internet community ought to be grateful I am disinclined to post pictures. Other than practicing proper hygiene and perhaps losing a little weight, preventitive treatment consists of nothing. Natürlich.
A few months ago, I read an issue of Cosmo in which some slut wrote an urgent letter to the Cosmo Doctor containing an enquiry as to whether omitting underwear as an article of clothing worn underneath her skirt for the period of one day of working and night-clubbing would be unsanitary. When one lift's one's head out of Plato or Cicero to peruse this sort of literature, it becomes ever the more entertaining than it is for regular people (or "normies", as a friend of mine calls them).
Labels: antibiotics, armpits, Cicero, clothes, Cosmopolitan magazine, doctor, feet, German, groin, hip, hydradenitis suppurativa, inflammation, losing weight, normies, Plato, regular people, underwear
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 3:38 PM]