Survived Kilimanjaro- check

Romped through Safari- check

Sunburn- check

Quite happy- check

Now that we're almost off to Tanzania, I'm starting to feel anxious. How will I cope with primitive toilet facilities on the mountain. How will I make it to the top? have I packed everything I will need?

Must, must do everything humanly possible to make the summit

Need a fire-brandisher of blizzard of ogress of protection-moon of steed of boat-shed, anyone?

One can take poetic renditions too far. The above stands for a warrior.

Ænglisc?

Hwaet? Thu eart geongmengedest? Ic write thaes in Aenglisc. Acnaewest?

-Ipscita

P.S. The grammar is all mine and is probably much more terrible than my grammar in the languages that I still understand and can speak brokenly as compared to old english which i used to browse and try to learn online in university days. But I love the sound and look of old english. Ah the ringing words, the lost diphthongs and the sore mouth afterwards from all the vigorous pronouncing.

In geardagum.

P.S. Though I wrote that from memory I started wondering how my name would look, not simply transliterated, but actually translated. Difficult as it turns out. Ipsha as a verb is gender free and context free but the old english equivalents I can find are not quite appropriate: either have references to journeys or are impersonal verbs and incorrect to use with people. Still looking

Who wrote the anglo-saxon chronicle? I wants to know, I wants to know. Intrigued by the thought it represents an almost vikingesque view on some events. A Dane in the service of Alfred? Converted to christianity, writing away in his cloister? Little things like this leave me dreaming for an hour on my sofa as I built the story up in my head.

Wasted time. Sigh

Truisms

The truth will set you free

In despair I find my strength

Vaccines are good for you

Ignorance is not bliss

Hamsters are stupid and not dogs

Work keeps me from being a hypochondriac

tolkien/Geoff taylor's art for the bedroom, islamic art for the dining room, something pol ledent-y for the living toom?

Oh I don't know. Art is so strange. Likes, dislikes overlaid with chords of snobbery, names, future valuation, a tight budget and fear of changing tastes. But I am trying not to care. If it is beautiful and lends a little of that to my room, if it catches my eyes and takes my mind on journeys, that should be enough