Is iomaí athrú a chuireann lá Márta dhe

[muckefuck]

I warned the daffodils, but did they listen? This is the Midwest, where it can go from 60 and misty to perfectly clear and freezing in the course of an evening. Oddly, though, the ice was mostly gone from the lake last night. No idea about tonight because I took the el for change, straight to LaSalle street to meet the man who'll be preparing our taxes. monshu described the building, a lovely old survivor with a dim first-floor bar, as "very noir". If not for the Alonti on the corner below the el tracks, it would make a choice shooting location (as long as you managed to hide the reflection of the shiny granite Metra station across the street).

Since we were already in the South Loop, we figured we might as well walk the six blocks or so to Oysy. (We did consider Custom House in Printers Row, but it seemed far too spendy after we pledged several hundred dollars to a clean-cut preppy we found through our Chicago Irish Mafia connexions for "peace of mind".) What a disappointment! Our server was nice to look at but terribly inexperienced. Rearranging the dishes to accommodate each new arrival was left to us, she never offered to refill our drinks, and only after I told her to cancel the tuna steak did she inform me that it was delayed due to a mix up. The food was decent, but I remember it being more than that, and the less said about my cocktail the better. At least my curiosity about Zen green tea liqueur has been sated and I'll never make the mistake of buying a bottle.

On the way back, I swung by the old place for the usual weekly chores, but also to pick up some more books. It being March and all, I felt the lack of Irish literature at the new home. Now, with my copies of Synge's Complete plays, Yeats' Fairy and folk tales of Ireland, and a Penguin anthology of Irish short stories that I'd completely forgotten I owned, I feel ready to face another Lá Fhéile Phádraig.

Comments

[donncha22.livejournal.com]

Ready for another St. Pat's, an ea? Nach maoithneach an fear thú, bail ó dhia ort. Maidir le "Zen green tea liqueur", trainwreck tríchosach atá á fhógairt le haim mar sin, a chroí. Tá áthas orm gur tháinig tú slán as an teagmháil, and the wiser.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Maoithneach? Ná duart leat go ngoilim i gcónaí agus mé ag féachaint ar Pagliacci?

Ní gá gurbh uafásach an blas atá ar licéar tae ghlais. An bhfuil licéar maith ann go bhfuil blas miontais air, ní hea?

[donncha22.livejournal.com]

Ní théann "an bhfuil" agus "ní hea" le chéile. Ní thuigim mar sin céard ba mhaith leat a rá: go bhfuil a leithéid ann nó nach bhfuil. Ní ólaim féin rudaí mar sin ar chor ar bith. Is fuath liom aon alcól a bhfuil siúcra ann, mura bhfuil sé ann go nádúrtha (Porto, etc.).

[sconstant.livejournal.com]

This is unrelated, but I need your expert opinion. I'm reading all over about the Chinese grass mud horse, but no one reliable has disclosed what the homonym is, and the unreliable people differ on their explanation. Thx in advance.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

草泥馬 cáonímǎ "grass mud horse"
肏你媽 cào nǐ mā "fuck your mother"

As you can see, all that differs are the tones.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Ah, I should've known that Language Log would be on the case. (Note that our transcriptions differ because they use simplified characters and the euphemistic version of the character for "fuck". Mine is the filthy original: "enter" plus "flesh".)

[richardthinks.livejournal.com]

wait - is the plush toy supposed to be an alpaca or llama (reminding me of "is your mama a llama?)? Is there some other connotation here as well?