Gates to my Perception

Dear Word,

You're an idiot.

Regards.

(it just so happens you don't know the first thing about correct English)

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Have you got an enquiring mind… or is it inquiring mind?
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About Words

In Amercian English there isn’t an argument on this one - it’s always an inquiring mind but in British English the jury is still out and it seems that either spelling goes.

Why the confusion? Well, ENquire is the Old French and Middle English form and INquire is the Latinized form - it seems both had pretty current usage since written English became established.

Some people feel that there is a difference in meaning and that ‘enquire’ means to ‘ask a question while ‘inquire’ means to investigate … If you’re in the USA, as I say, this isn’t an issue but for the rest of us it seems that you can still choose between those who follow Chaucer (enquyrid) and those who follow Shakespeare (enquire).

English4Today @ November 8, 2005
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http://www.blogs.english4today.com/?p=10

Hello hello hello!

I have returned to my sunburnt country.

I hope those around here can see me on Tuesday? I do believe that Tim has taken it upon himself to deal with the organisation (good man). SO, do talk to him, and come and see me! I have missed you all sooooo much!!!

^_^

Gem
xox

by the way:
http://www.travelpod.com/travel-blog/french_rhubarb/1/tpod.html

oh, and:
I'M IN ENGLAND!
Look what I have on the keyboard: £

Dear Livejournal,

Anyone got heated rollers?

Love Gem.

1. Compose a list of your top ten sexiest famous men.
2. Collect one picture of each guy on your list.
3. Post them in your journal/blog.

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So, I go to the letter box and there is something from the french consulate.  Feels like my passport back.  I open it.  And yes, yes, yes, my visa is in it, all stamped and pretty.

And there I was stressing because they said it could take up to 3 months, and would be a minimum of 4 weeks.  I only went to apply on Monday, and I didn't have all the documents they wanted, so I faxed them on Wednesday.  They were in my letter box this morning, which means they arrived yesterday. The posted it to me the very same day as when I faxed them the rest of my documents.  Now that is the opposite of a 4 week minimum wait. Yay yay yay!

Mum visited for a few days, but today she went home.  It was great to have her here though. A lot got done, including applying for my French Visa.  Everything is so... complicated.  And I am sure that there is so much to do, but I just can't think of it.

I got more stuff done today that needed doing, including booking flights to and from France (not as easy as it sounds), going to the post office and getting them to fax my tickets to the French Consulate, buying a birthday present for my god-daughter, banking a cheque, cleaning gran's, and editing a decent sized essay (did she say 5000 words??).  I also got to see my boy, which always makes me happy.  We had a "whatever we can find in the fridge" dinner, d&m discussion about life, the universe and everything, and some very tasty kisses. 

I miss mum now that she's gone; it was nice to have her here with me again.  But all in all I'm happy.  Life is great!  Only... I just have that continual sense of something impending, and it is seeming to stop me from being able to breathe that sigh of relief when I achieve something. 

So, mum is just on the phone to Geoff. 
Chat chat chittity chat.

Oh my, someone just stole the garden lights at the Casino home. 
Just. Then.

WHAT???!

How hilarious was the ugrd email cock-up?

Oh my, it made me laugh.  Here I was thinking "why is the stupid admin sending me so many boring emails?", and I open them, and lo and behold, the students  have realised they can send email to the whole undergrad population and completely shown the staff how bad IT management can end up.

Oh, UNovacastrians, you make me giggle.  That goes for you too, IT staff who let this happen.  Good one.  =D

Oh ho ho! I am a bold little one now, aren't I?

I have just finished writing a creative piece due tomorrow.
6000 words. 
I had a sort of idea as to where it would go, but, whoa!  Didn't expect it quite to go where it did.
I am just so glad I don't have to be sitting there as the lecturer read is.  I would be bright read, and wishing the ground would eat me up.  I mean, there was a whole scene that did not involve any clothes, from beginning to end.  It wasn't very sexual (that scene had come before it), but it was very... naked.
But, I don't think it's smutty.  I don't think I could even right smut.  I mean, I stumbled over the word "bottom" in class once because I was so embarrassed to read it out. Honestly!
But, I think this was all very... well, it's symbolic.  Naked, naked. You get it, right?

Yeah well, I am not making much sense.
Could be because it's 5am.
*squeak*

How is it that simply not being able to say good night on gtalk can make me feel so broken?

Ever do go to do something, only to find that you have already done it?
And I don't necessarily mean chores.  Just stuff you do.

For example, I just decided that I wanted to listen to Mozart's Horn Concerto No. 4 while I do my assignment.\
Maybe it's just me, but I can't make WMP play a single song on repeat without adding to a playlist by itself.
So, right-click, add to playlist, and there is a play-list there entitled 'New Playlist' (obviously I have made it and just not renamed it).
Probably empty, so I put it in there.
Then I open the play list and I see not one, but two Horn Concerto No. 4's. 
Then I realise . . . I've done this before.

Watch Tristan & Isolde tonight with my boy. 
Yeah, I cried.
But my boy was all *hugs* and *loves* and *I will wipe away your tears*
And it was lovely.

^_^



So.  Who else hates how "tear" (cry) and "tear" (rip) are spelt* the same


*spell check doesn't believe the word "spelt" exists.  See my previous post on this topic - it will save me a rant.

No, this is not the meme; this is just my thoughts.

I genuinely believe that a perfect soundtrack to my life could be composed purely of Alanis Morissette songs.
Yes, I love Barbra's music, but Alanis's music just always seems to be so applicable. 

Her new album comes out in a week or so.

I am quite excited....

Anyone else use "learn" in place of "teach" on occasion in order to sound cute, or rebel against prescriptivism, or just 'cause?

Well . . . :

Learn:

2. To communicate knowledge to; to teach. [Obs.]

Hast thou not learned me how To make perfumes ? Shak.

Learn formerly had also the sense of teach, in accordance with the analogy of the French (the French word they mean here is "apprende", which can mean "to teach" or "to learn') and other languages, and hence we find it with this sense in Shakespeare, Spenser, and other old writers. This usage has now passed away. To learn is to receive instruction, and to teach is to give instruction. He who is taught learns, not he who teaches.

http://machaut.uchicago.edu/?resource=Webster%27s&word=learn&use1913=on


Who knew we were actually on the money?


(p.s. in the comments of my previous post, there is some discussion on "learnt" vs "learned" for those who are interested.  So... Teal and me, really =P)

I would like to tell you how much I love you.

I love the little things - the way we team up on MMOs,
the way I find missed call from you on my phone,
the way you make a suss joke and then look at me to see if I get it,
the way you say "mwa" at the end of phone calls, even if you're with your friends,
the way you kiss my forehead,


And I especially love the bigger things -
the way you are being so supportive with my going to France for so long,
the way you tell me things and share with me,
the way you don't even raise your voice when I'm being cranky and shouting at you like a proper bitch,
the way you always listen to me, and, if I'm being girly, you try to understand,
the way you say "I understand" and mean it,
the way you can make me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world,
and most of all, the way I know, without a doubt, that I can completely trust you to be faithful to me,

You, my love, are a blessing in my life, and I love you to the stars.

Always,
Your Gem

*mwa*

Hi all,

Having realised that I have been posting a lot recently, I thought I should post some more.

It scares me when I realise that I am part of the core of the parish here.  I mean, I am not numbero uno, but... 

I went to a dinner on Friday night with my Parish Priest, his wife and the warden and his wife to a dinner at the uniting church where the guest speaker was a Baptist (what-th!? Ecumenism in action - except, without the Catholic presence).  I mean, besides the priest and his wife, & the warden and his wife... me.  I stayed back at the uniting church and helped clean up, even though I didn't know any of the people, and I ended up getting hugs, being called an angel, and being invited to join the Christian board thingy (apparently there is only one other Anglican member, and they want more). 

Tonight, after Youth Group, I was just chatting to Fr, Terry and I was all "see you Sunday" and it hit me.  I'm practically stalking the guy (I even use to live in his house!!). But not on purpose - I'm just accidently involved in everything (and my dad is a priest so we use to live in the rectory where Fr,. Terry now lives).  I didn't even notice it happening - Carol just asked me to help out at Sunday School once, and look how it's grown...

I never was a very involved person, church community-wise.  I mean, my dad is a Priest, and when I visit him I do get involved, because, of course, I have to be involved with Church activities if I want to see him.  But... how did I become such a part of the heart beat of this parish?  When did that happen?

Fr. Terry is rather new to our parish, so I was established in the church happenings a little before he arrived (building up over 2 years), so to him, I must just be "that churchy girl".  I can assure you - I don't see myself as "the churchy one". 

But...  Thinking about it... Oh my word...

Let me conclude my rant with a list:
My Anglican Church/Parish (for Carol)*:
Sunday School 2nd in command.
Youth Group 2nd in command.
Function Attendee.
Attend many meetings for organisation of youth group and sunday school.
Am sent by the Coordinator to seminars relating to above areas.
Dad's Anglican Church/Parish (when I visit) (for dad)*:
Folder of Pew sheet (til I bleed - well... twice).
chorister
anything else that happens, really.
At least 2 attendances at church a week.
David's SDA Church (for David)*:
Sabbath School
Church
Bible Study
StormCo. (like a mission-y trip type thing - where I am going in July).

* when I say "for someone", I mean that that is for whom I originally became involved, and it does not in all cases mean that it is only for them that I continue to involve myself.


Since when did I become "Church-girl"?

Now, I ask you: What is my special power?

Being severly and chronically infected with grammar, I have always tried to work out the "thou"s and the "thee"s and the "you"s and the "ye"s and the "thine"s and the "thy"s and the "yours"s and the "your"s.

I have figured out that "Thou" is subject, "Thee" is object.
I have concluded that "Ye" is subject, "You" is object.
I have realised that "thy" is equivalent to "my", "your", "our".
And I have deducted that "thine" is thus equivalent to "mine", "yours" and "ours".

Why then, I have often wondered, does one say things such as "thine elbow" (for lack of a better example), when we would say "my elbow" (and not "mine elbow)?  It has been a thorn in my side, throwing my near-perfect theories into disarray.

Finally, by the powers of Wikipedia, all my questions are resolved, and I may live peacefully the rest of my days in a cottage by the sea.


"In other respects, the pronouns were much the same as today. One difference is that, much as a becomes an before a vowel, my and thy became mine and thine before vowels as well; hence, mine eyes, thine uncle, and so on."