Well, since today is Alliterative’s one-year blogiversary, and since it’s been a week since I last posted, it seemed like a good time to get around to posting again. The fact that I’ve got yet another cold — you may now direct your sympathy towards me — coupled with the general busy-ness of my life has already put me behind a bit in my blogging, but I’ll make up for it now.
So it’s been a year since I started blogging. This actually seems somewhat of a hollow milestone — what a bizarre mixed metaphor — since for a large chunk of this year I wasn’t blogging at all, but such is the way things go. In any case, it was my realisation of this impending blogiversary that got me writing again, so I suppose it has served some purpose.
Upon beginning to write this entry, it occurred to me that I had no idea how one would spell ‘blogiversary’, so I decided to do some Google searches to see what was the most frequent spelling. For everyone’s edification here are the results for all the spellings tried:
I’m sure you all find this fascinating reading… Well this sort thing interests me anyway, and since it’s my blogiversary…
Well, I’ve registered again for the International Congress on Medieval Studies in Kalamazoo. At this year’s conference, I’ll be giving a paper entitled “Pragmatic Markers in Old English Narrative” in session 230 Old English Language on Friday, May 6th at 10 am (see schedule). Now all I have to do is write the thing…
As today is Valentine’s Day, for your reading pleasure I give you a stanza of Chaucer’s The Parliament of Fowls:
For this was on Seynt Valentynes day,
Whan every foul cometh there to chese his make,
Of every kynde that men thynke may,
And that so huge a noyse gan they make
That erthe, and eyr, and tre, and every lake
So ful was that unethe was there space
For me to stonde, so ful was al the place.
If you’d like a translation, I’ll include one below in the extended entry. The tradition is that on Valentine’s Day, birds choose their mates for the coming year.
As promised, here’s a translation of the stanza from Chaucer’s The Parliament of Fowls:
For this was on Saint Valentine’s day,
When every fowl comes there to choose his mate,
Of every kind that men may think of,
And so huge a noise they began to make
That the earth, and air, and trees, and every lake
Were so full that scarcely was there space
For me to stand, so full was all the place.
Finally the moment you’ve been waiting for (well, at least the moment I’ve been waiting for). My weblog is born again!
One of the things that got me derailed before was the feeling that I had to write fairly involved entries, with either photos or a fairly detailed entry in some way. One of my goals this time around is to try to write entries more on the spur of the moment. That’s not to say that I won’t occasionally post some yummy food photos or go on a a detailed academic rant from time to time, but I won’t let that stop me from proceeding with the blog. In a way, this has been how my life has had to operate in general over the past several months.
Also, I may not be able to update quite as regularly as before. I used to try to blog every day or every other day or so, but now it will often be the case that I will only be able to blog once or twice a week. That being said, since this is now the beginning of reading week here at U of T — one of the main reasons I took the present opportunity to resurrect this blog — I will try to start things up with a few entries to try to get things rolling again.
Also coming up soon, on February 25th, is, as they say, my blogiversary, the one-year anniversary of my first blog entry, so I wanted to get things started again in time for that.
So once again, my apologies for disappearing without explanation, and if you haven’t already lost patience completely, stay tuned for more updates!