Translation Exercise: The Strange Ecstasy of Creation

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Original by Daniel Bowman, I don’t think I need to post this to the Conlang list as it shows little or no variation from the English original.

Eo gollog mew ben a’ll pabyr
E-dd i nhafel ystran lla griediwn
Eo fi yscrif
Yn dogfent rhyth

Hobbit-spotting

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  • Idea for fanfiction I came up with watching The Virgin Queen: 1556 instead of a tumour Mary Tudor gives birth to something not-quite-human. Mayhem ensues. (Do you want that as a suggestion, Dave?)
  • Tuesday: RNZ Concert said it was Twelfth Night so the decorations came down and I put my late auntie’s Christmas tree away for another year.
  • I water my plants when it rains, and it rained a lot over the Christmas Season. By my reckoning we are up to Winter 2016. It’s bleeding cold! Everytime I watered my plants I popped over to work to check on the office potplants.
  • Coming back from the gym I caught Mr and Mrs Dream-Pushcart moving flats so I dropped my gymbag at the manse and went back to help them. That was a good day’s work.
  • Would you believe that this was a chocolate tin lid? (May Not be SFW)
  • Belief as I live with it

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    There is a lot of talk in the local blogosphere as I read it at the moment about god, what with the Atheist Bus Campaign coming to New Zealand, and the rather silly poster put up for Christmas by St Matthews in the City. It’s the time of year I suppose. With all this going on I felt it was time that I compiled my thoughts on what I believe. I have been thinking about it for a while.

    God cannot be proven. There is sufficient negative evidence to the existence of god. Life can be lived without god. I know enough people living socially responsible lives without recourse to god. Religion and religious practice is observable. I consciously choose to live as if god existed, and to enjoy a religious life. There is a warning for me and for others — a religious life can be dangerous and cause harm to others and to self.

    Living a religious life in a secular society means that I must recognise that I am part of minority, and a declining minority at that. I expect the secular society that I live in to be counter-action to religious abuse. I also expect that my religious practice will end with me.

    I am involved in the cultural debate that exists within religious society. This is both significant and insignificant to wider society. It influences me, and by being within a wider society, it may influence the society in which I live.

    As a Christian theist I recognise god in the person of Jesus. My reading of theology and scripture means I suspect he was fully human. It is in the aftermath of his life and death that the community of faith recognises him as god. I accept that. As he stands between god and humanity he is highly personable.

    All human beings have a responsibility that their individual actions and their actions as a society do not have a negative impact on themselves, their community and the earth. To perpetrate injustice on another is sin.

    The evidence for the survival of the personality after death does not look good. What was the shape of my face before I was born? I do not fear that have no pre-existence before my birth so I should not fear my death, although I may try to avoid it! Perhaps the best thing I can work toward is closure. I cannot imagine living for eternity after the heat-death of the universe. One life lived facing the universe should be enough. Our lives may be the consciousness of the universe.

    Magic Bites by Ilona Andrews

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    I stole this one from Southern Dave the last time he visited. He said he had the series recommended to him by an e-pal who collects books with interesting female protagonists. I should pass an opinion on the book.

    The central character is a hard-arsed smart-mouthed mercenary. Within two pages I was thinking Oh, dear, what’s so interesting, or exceptional, about this character? An visiting friend picked up the book and pointed out the blurb on the back was even worse. It describes the protagonist as a ‘down-on-her-luck mercenary’. She is not actually good at what she does! She doesn’t get the smell of an income until the second-last page of the book! This is while she is pursuing the murderer of her guardian, for free. *Thump!!*

    Sorry, a lippy mercenary who won’t knuckle down and play with the team is not an interesting character to me. It’s a stereotype! There’s probably a trope for it. I’m not going to look.

    The book is set in the city of Atlanta after the return of magic for the first time since the Bronze Age. The specifics of the event are not described. Magic is based on belief. It’s sort of like Discworld without the interesting world-building. It did make me wonder if anyone is using Detroit as the background for this kind of urban fantasy. After all Detroit is the poster child of urban decay. Sort of begs for it.

    I will have to borrow the next couple of titles from Southern Dave. It took me about three titles out of the Dresden Files before I wanted to read more. (I want to know how that cold war heats up, although I haven’t got back to that series.) And it took me about three or four titles before I concluded that Laurel Hamilton is unreadable and tedious! (As Ghastly Beyond Belief once observed Well, yes, sex can be boring!)

    Ah, well, I found a cheap copy of Darklands by Liz Williams before New Year’s Eve. I’m hoping that she provides a tonic to this.