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The weekend/monday/tuesday ruled. I managed to escape, find laughter and song, drink and eat the foods of our Goddess, and enjoy happiness if for only a little fleeting while. I have hope for things to remain well and I only imagine them getting better with time - a red wine from 1999 aging with warm spiciness, and a mild aftertaste.

And yes, the cork will survive this one intact. That's what patience is for.

In the on-going collection of hobbies I'm accumulating, I've now added lojbanic filking. Well, it's not really filking, but more translating the lyrics to lojban (in which case the grammar often gets so different from the original, that it's practically filk). It's quite challenging, though. doi daiz. took a good few hours, and each verse of this took at least 15 minutes:

Mirah - Monument

Aren't you gonna come along?
aren't you gonna fight?
aren't you gonna hold your
hands up to the light?

xu do ba klama gau mi
xu do ba damba
xu do lafti
le do xance fa'a le gusni

If you feel an emptiness,
if you want to hide,
think about the blood that pumping
keeping you alive.

ganai ganse lo kunti
je djica mipstu
gi pensi le ciblu
tepi'o leka jmive

That's not even close to the end of the song. On a more productive note, it's helping me get better at lojban grammar / vocabulary.

Time to sleep; the next few days are going to be insane. I fear I'll need to rejuvinate my caffeine habit to remain sane. We shall see.