WEEKEND PREGAME: "ID QUOD FUIMUS AUT SUMUS NON CRAS ERIMUS"
Good morning kids,
All I can say is, it's amazing how shitty one can feel when two pints of Sangria is coupled with less than four hours of sleep. I don't think I'm hungover, because I don't think I was drunk. But this feels much worse than any hangover. So bare with me.
Two orders of business:
1) After further review, the ruling on the field is reversed: Jess DOES NOT Suck. She, in fact, was a fantastic friend last night. It was great to see her again, and, despite what I'm sure the general consensus is, I had fun last night. Hooray! Jess! Pittsburgh will not be charged with a time out.
2) I owe about 67,234,119 Props to Jeanie (as usual) for going so far above and beyond the call of duty that I don't think I can ever repay her. The poor girl's been sick all week, was on a medication cocktail, running on four hours of sleep, and in her pajamas, and she lept to my rescue in less than 20 minutes. Purely amazing.
New Business Closed, now on to old business, namely, the Weekend Pregame!
Due to my current exhaustion and mixed emotions on a few subjects, and my complete and utter lack of loot, tonight will almost SURELY be spent indoors. Either at 707, or perhaps back in lovely Herminie. I'm not gonna lie, I could use some quality time playing fetch with my dog about now. I also need to ask the folks for money for Bar-Exam type stuff.
Saturday I'm headed to ballgame with Jeanie and two friends to be named, hopefully, sooner rather than later. It's Kent Tekulve figurine night! If you're out there, and interested in coming, you know the drill. Box Seats!
Post-game, I'll be picking up Carmen and Durty at the airport, with either Star Wars or shenanegins to follow.
So, it should be another slow one, but don't fret, chet! I've got a couple of weddings coming up, including the GREAT BOSTON ADVENTURE at the end of October. If this blog's still around by then, I'm certain that there'll be all kinds of misadventures to talk about. Just don't give Nate the ring.
I may return later in the day, who knows? Post up and ask me questions and stuff, and I'll answer like the wise sage that I am. Or something. And finally, Banner: What the HELL were you talking about on your last post?
Okay friends, remember your Ovid, "What we are and what we were, we will not be tomorrow."
God, I hope that's true.
-apk
All I can say is, it's amazing how shitty one can feel when two pints of Sangria is coupled with less than four hours of sleep. I don't think I'm hungover, because I don't think I was drunk. But this feels much worse than any hangover. So bare with me.
Two orders of business:
1) After further review, the ruling on the field is reversed: Jess DOES NOT Suck. She, in fact, was a fantastic friend last night. It was great to see her again, and, despite what I'm sure the general consensus is, I had fun last night. Hooray! Jess! Pittsburgh will not be charged with a time out.
2) I owe about 67,234,119 Props to Jeanie (as usual) for going so far above and beyond the call of duty that I don't think I can ever repay her. The poor girl's been sick all week, was on a medication cocktail, running on four hours of sleep, and in her pajamas, and she lept to my rescue in less than 20 minutes. Purely amazing.
New Business Closed, now on to old business, namely, the Weekend Pregame!
Due to my current exhaustion and mixed emotions on a few subjects, and my complete and utter lack of loot, tonight will almost SURELY be spent indoors. Either at 707, or perhaps back in lovely Herminie. I'm not gonna lie, I could use some quality time playing fetch with my dog about now. I also need to ask the folks for money for Bar-Exam type stuff.
Saturday I'm headed to ballgame with Jeanie and two friends to be named, hopefully, sooner rather than later. It's Kent Tekulve figurine night! If you're out there, and interested in coming, you know the drill. Box Seats!
Post-game, I'll be picking up Carmen and Durty at the airport, with either Star Wars or shenanegins to follow.
So, it should be another slow one, but don't fret, chet! I've got a couple of weddings coming up, including the GREAT BOSTON ADVENTURE at the end of October. If this blog's still around by then, I'm certain that there'll be all kinds of misadventures to talk about. Just don't give Nate the ring.
I may return later in the day, who knows? Post up and ask me questions and stuff, and I'll answer like the wise sage that I am. Or something. And finally, Banner: What the HELL were you talking about on your last post?
Okay friends, remember your Ovid, "What we are and what we were, we will not be tomorrow."
God, I hope that's true.
-apk
4 Comments:
Hey, I want you to tell me about when you met Rob Mackowiak! My goldfish is named Oliver Perez...but maybe you don't like big fish, or little fish for that matter...Have a good weekend~
spacelinked
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Anonymous, at 1:50 PM, September 24, 2004
"Spacelinked" is a pretty solid name, my dear, but little do you realize that this is MY KINGDOM, and I give out the names around here. Hence, you are "Jenna from the Yough."
Anywho, I'd written previously about meeting my boy, Rob Mackowiak, (which if you check the stats coincided directly with the self-destruction of his season).
just copy this lil' URL into your browser, and it'll take you there.
-apk
http://atom13.blogspot.com/2004/08/monday-hangover-part-i-there-is-no.html
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apk, at 2:19 PM, September 24, 2004
not to quibble... okay, to quibble, but the translation of ovid is "IT is what it is, and IT will not be tomorrow"
"id" is singular, as is "fuimus"
i'm a nerd
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DutchGirl, at 4:52 PM, September 24, 2004
Well, to quibble back, I checked my "Oxford World's Classics" translation by A.D. Melville, who apparantly "was a scholar of King's College, Cambridge, where he gained a double First in Classics and won a Craven Studentship." An inside cover quote from a publication by "Greece & Rome" states that his translation of Metamorphoses "ought to become the standard modern complete verse translation."
If you pull your copy out, and flip to page 338, you'll notice the following,
"Our bodies too are always, endlessly/ Changing: what we have been, or are today,/ We shall not be tomorrow."
That fits pretty closely to how I remember Prof. Francese, Dickinson College, translating it as "What we are and what we were, we will not be tomorrow."
That's the beauty of Latin, though, it's not as hardline as everyone thinks. There's plenty of room for artistic license. I'll side with the Cambridge scholar on this one, though.
I'm not just a nerd, I'm also a lawyer.
And by the way, I've been to your site and enjoyed myself. Thanks for the link to the Bush stuff.
-apk
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apk, at 12:31 PM, September 25, 2004
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