if i had a ukie textbook, it’d definitely win the ‘thrown book’ award, but handouts don’t fly through the air quite as nicely
The University of Basketball does it again… whoo-hoo.
I’ve been working hard on the Drarry fanfic and thinking about how fucking hard it is to keep characters in character. I had the same problem with the other fandoms, too. I suppose I’ll get over this one as well.
It’s just that I have a very concrete idea of how utterly broken both men are. The things that Harry went through his entire life… I see a guy with PTSD who is terrified that the peace won’t last, that suffers from a bone crushing depression when he looks at his life in terms of the people he’s lost. I see Draco as wanting to be redeemed. He was afraid at the end, when he had to kill Dumbledore and he was unsure of the choices he’d made. He was weak. He was human. He’d transcended whatever it was that being a Malfoy meant. Whether or not JKR meant for him to be ‘read’ that way, I did. I always sympathized a little bit with Draco. (I don’t know why…I just did.)
So… anywhoo… it’s just that these are two very different paths for these characters to take and they don’t quite wind up that way in canon, do they?
Baczynsky’s - in the East Village - the Ukrainian meat market that kept my Easter baskets full of kielbasa and kobanos when I was growing up does fucking MAIL ORDER. I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am by this news. I don’t go into to the City (EVER!!!) and since I lost my connection, this has been a kind of huge problem. The local Polish deli makes, well, POLISH kielbasa and kobanos and it doesn’t quite taste the same. I don’t need to worry any more and I. Am. Ecstatic.
Conjugating Ukrainian verbs sucks. How did I ever survive Latin and it’s six noun declensions (six each singular and plural)? Gah.
I have a serious hard on for this album. I mean a serious hard on. I cannot, I repeat CAN. NOT. stop listening to it. I’m catching words here and there and I try to sing along, but it’s been a struggle. A fun struggle, a very loud, very fun, struggle, but a struggle nonetheless.
I think there really needs to be some sort of program on personal music playing system thingies that keeps you from listening to the same album for weeks. This can’t be healthy, no matter how much I’m enjoying it.
i fucking hate conjugating verbs
Three types of verbs in the Ukrainian language, with three different types of conjugations. Does the stem end with a vowel? A consonant? Is it irregular?
I’m trying to remember if it was this hard with French and Latin, and all my memories are that they were easy. Of course, they used Roman letters. I’ve been banned from using transliteration, which means I’m pretty well fucked. I can’t remember how to pronounce the letters without a cheat sheet and it’s easier for me to use transliteration to do that.
However, that doesn’t fly in the ‘real world’ now, does it? The odds of finding transliterated official documents - like those needed to get a copy of my grandfather’s birth certificate - are slim to none. In fact, I know that they don’t exist… I already downloaded the forms I need.
Making matters worse—my idea for the different keyboard was BRILLIANT - however, I’m back to hunting and pecking. The Cyrillic ‘O’ is the same as a Roman ‘J’ on the Mac keyboard. The ‘T’ is on the ‘N’ and so on… This is impeding my forward progress and that is not cool.
This would be so much easier if I could lean on transliteration.
I’m a big girl. I’ll put on my big girl panties and deal with it, but I’m definitely going to bitch about it. I need to vent or I’ll explode. I know this is a choice I’ve made, and I’ve invested a lot of money, so I’m going to do this right… but wow.
Difficult language is difficult.
To put things into perspective for myself, Latin is difficult, and I never got anything less than a B in that class. (Of course, I got As in French, but I actually had French speaking neighbours at that point.)
Maths is difficult. I still struggle with it, despite the fact that I work with it every single day. Being an accountant is about logic, more than it is about being able to add, subtract, multiply and divide. I was told, point blank, by my father to never become an accountant… well, guess who graduated with a 3.89 and loved all her classes?
(And, apparently, I’m learning British English… but that’s more by osmosis. ‘Maths’ looks so weird, but I know it’s correct.)
So… this shouldn’t be that hard once I get out of ‘what the fuck did I get myself into’ mode.
I just hope I get past this soon.
i am so fucking wicked smaht sometimes
*walks up to hornets’ nest with large stick*
*looks at hornets’ nest*
*hops on tumblr and fangirls over the Cumbercutie*
Yep. I’m in CONTROL of my own destiny and tumblr’s way more important than that hornets’ nest.
(Oh, did I say tumblr? I meant some terrificcally filthy Drarry fan fic.)
(For what’s it worth, I’m laughing my ass off about this whole thing. Thanks, girly, for the gossip!)
And now that that’s out of the way… it’s time for something completely different.
I talked to my teacher this morning and we’re in agreement that a book is needed. So, a book shall be purchased.
She told me that I was smart and had a good handle on what’s been taught so far. That came as a bit of a shock, to be totally honest, because I’m so NOT feelin’ it.
I decided to buy some keyboard stickers so that I could begin to blog in Ukie without having to use the keyboard viewer thingy that comes with my Mac.
Thus began the great dilemma of Wednesday: do they go on the laptop? Do they go on the iMac’s keyboard?
They went on the little bluetooth keyboard I primarily use with my iPad - it works with both the MBP and the iMac, so that’s a great compromise.
Another good heart to heart with the boss today.
I’m liking this place… so good to finally find a place to settle down and grow some roots.
literally! benedict timothy carlton cumberbatch, to be exact
I’m already over my Ukie classes… after having two.
I can’t read the cyrillic and I’m struggling to pronounce the words properly on my own. I’m using flash cards like a mofo, but I put the Cyrillic and the pronunciation/transliteration on the front. I only know it by pronunciation…. *sigh*
To make matters worse, we’re starting with the same basics as every other teaching company out there, but three different ‘teach yourself’ books have completely different ways of dealing with the subject material.
I’d like to learn Ukie the same way I learned French and Latin - with reading and writing and homework. Using flash cards is only good for freaking me out because I struggle to memorise when I don’t know what’s around them. (Verbs, cases, etc.)
I’m going to talk to her tomorrow and see what there is to see about changing things up, because this isn’t working.
oh, series two, i miss you so much
Yesterday, in my quest to find Ukie podcasts and websites and music that I could use in an attempt to learn better / quicker / faster, I poured through Facebook and iTunes.
In addition to several albums whose covers I recognised when I was growing up (which were in my mother’s collection, but never played), I found Ukrainian ska.
So, yeah, I spent a few quid and downloaded the album. (Abusing my UK iTunes account - I didn’t think that the US store would have anything, so I didn’t even try. Thank you, Platypus!) (Holy crap… I really need to read fanfic based on American shit for a bit. I need to write fanfic based on American shit. I should probably lay off the BBC / BBC America combo, too. I think I need a twelve step program. Or a tier two visa. My anglomania is out of control.)
As I said on FB, I was really into ska (what’s considered the 3rd wave) in the 90’s, which is also about the last time I had any real exposure to my Ukrainian family. Oh, irony… or coincidence, whatever floats your boat.
I also joined a Ukrainian group on Facebook. There’s a nice mix of transliterated, Cyrillic and English on there. And - holy fuck - the Bing translations are twelve different types of awesome. Everything’s mostly political / local news right now, which is nice. The best part was that there’s been at least two conversations about tracking down relatives and citizenship. Both topics that are near and dear to my heart…
I can’t believe it’s taken me this long, but everything in it’s own time, I guess.
My adopted boys are playing The Evil Ones From The Outhouse On The Hill today. Please, please, please let my boys win - a trip to the Frozen Four in Philly is on the line and I do not want those fucking bastards from Newton having a chance at another national title.
I’m really, really glad I didn’t put together a hockey bracket because it went to shit during the first night of the playoffs.
I might have done better with basketball this year, but I opted to keep my $10.
Oh well. Live and learn.
I watched both “Vincent and the Doctor” and “Doomsday” today, because I needed a good cry.
“Doomsday” didn’t do it for me for the first time in a gazillion rewatches, even though the lines “I’m burning up a sun to say goodbye” and “Rose Tyler…” get me every time, but “Vincent”? Fucking “Vincent”? The feels!!!! The ugly tears!!!!! Such a beautiful episode.
And… big surprise: “Vincent”? NOT a Moffat episode. Neither is “Doomsday”.
I’m still not sure about Capaldi, but I’m sure he’ll grow on me just like Matt Smith did.