DAILY HOLDEN-O-METER: Holden. . .had a pretty productive day:
Holden fixed his e-mail with the help of the DSL technician. He only had to cycle the power on his DSL modem. (Note to Holden: Remember that fix in the future.
)
He visited his post office box to acquire his form to get paid for his latest translating job. He also picked up a large manilla envelope filled with forwarded mail from home (and a $20 bill from Mom plus a $25 check from grandpa for his birthday)
He shopped around to get the best prices for his college books and bought them.
He dropped of his officiating uniform shirts at the tailor to remove old certification patches. Holden's mother just received his new ones in the mail and will forward them to him.
He verified that the plasma center is vacant and for sale.
He drove his car to the mechanic to get a free estimate. His car's new heater core will cost $100 for the part and $250 for labor. Thank God for fatherly financing.
He walked his daily four-mile walk and picked up his brother-in-law's mail.
He updated his SG groups and his journal, replying to his friends' comments as well as his friends' journals.
All this, after Holden only got five hours of sleep!
And he is still wide awake!
Well, the next three days will consist of reading textbooks, officiating volleyball, finishing the bedroom and surfing SG.
Holden also must fax his class registration form to EMU and compose a Spanish e-mail to his Spanish professor for independent study courses.
Then, there is calling dentists for quotes as well as another mechanic for a price comparison.
Oh my! Holden is a busy boy!
Well, if you have read this far, and you're on Holden's friends list (or you remembered to wish Holden a Happy Birthday recently), please step up to the plate and be one of the first five to request your free--absolutely no obligation--Gmail (Google) e-mail account. Holden has five invites to spare.
Should you be one of the first five to request this in Holden's journal. . .that should be obvious enough. . .be sure to drop him an e-mail through SG. . .because he'll be needing it to set you up.
My Current Literary Contribution:
Gustavo Adolfo Bcquer, 1836-1871(?)
(born G.A. Domnguez Bastida)
Rima XI
por Gustavo Adolfo Bcquer
Yo soy ardiente, yo soy morena,
yo soy el smbolo de la pasin,
de ansia de goces mi alma est llena.
A m me buscas?
No es a ti, no.
Mi frente es plida, mis trenzas de oro:
puedo brindarte dichas sin fin,
yo de ternura guardo un tesoro.
A m me llamas?
No, no es a ti.
Yo soy un sueo, un imposible,
vano fantasma de niebla y luz;
soy incorprea, soy intangible:
no puedo amarte.
Oh ven, ven t!
"Holden's Translation" (Please be aware that literary translation takes many years of study. Since I couldn't find a translation on the Internet, this will have to do for now):
Rhyme XI
by Gustavo Adolfo Bcquer
I am burning, I am brunette,
I am the symbol of passion,
My soul is full of anxious yearning.
Do you seek me?
No, not you.
My face is fair; by braids, of gold:
I can give you endless riches,
From my tenderness I guard a treasure.
Are you calling me?
No, not you.
I am a dream, an impossibility,
vain ghost of fog and light;
I am incorporal, I am intangible:
I cannot love you.
Oh, come, please come!
Holden fixed his e-mail with the help of the DSL technician. He only had to cycle the power on his DSL modem. (Note to Holden: Remember that fix in the future.
)
He visited his post office box to acquire his form to get paid for his latest translating job. He also picked up a large manilla envelope filled with forwarded mail from home (and a $20 bill from Mom plus a $25 check from grandpa for his birthday)
He shopped around to get the best prices for his college books and bought them.
He dropped of his officiating uniform shirts at the tailor to remove old certification patches. Holden's mother just received his new ones in the mail and will forward them to him.
He verified that the plasma center is vacant and for sale.
He drove his car to the mechanic to get a free estimate. His car's new heater core will cost $100 for the part and $250 for labor. Thank God for fatherly financing.
He walked his daily four-mile walk and picked up his brother-in-law's mail.
He updated his SG groups and his journal, replying to his friends' comments as well as his friends' journals.
All this, after Holden only got five hours of sleep!
And he is still wide awake!
Well, the next three days will consist of reading textbooks, officiating volleyball, finishing the bedroom and surfing SG.
Holden also must fax his class registration form to EMU and compose a Spanish e-mail to his Spanish professor for independent study courses.
Then, there is calling dentists for quotes as well as another mechanic for a price comparison.
Oh my! Holden is a busy boy!
Well, if you have read this far, and you're on Holden's friends list (or you remembered to wish Holden a Happy Birthday recently), please step up to the plate and be one of the first five to request your free--absolutely no obligation--Gmail (Google) e-mail account. Holden has five invites to spare.
Should you be one of the first five to request this in Holden's journal. . .that should be obvious enough. . .be sure to drop him an e-mail through SG. . .because he'll be needing it to set you up.
My Current Literary Contribution:
Gustavo Adolfo Bcquer, 1836-1871(?)
(born G.A. Domnguez Bastida)
Rima XI
por Gustavo Adolfo Bcquer
Yo soy ardiente, yo soy morena,
yo soy el smbolo de la pasin,
de ansia de goces mi alma est llena.
A m me buscas?
No es a ti, no.
Mi frente es plida, mis trenzas de oro:
puedo brindarte dichas sin fin,
yo de ternura guardo un tesoro.
A m me llamas?
No, no es a ti.
Yo soy un sueo, un imposible,
vano fantasma de niebla y luz;
soy incorprea, soy intangible:
no puedo amarte.
Oh ven, ven t!
"Holden's Translation" (Please be aware that literary translation takes many years of study. Since I couldn't find a translation on the Internet, this will have to do for now):
Rhyme XI
by Gustavo Adolfo Bcquer
I am burning, I am brunette,
I am the symbol of passion,
My soul is full of anxious yearning.
Do you seek me?
No, not you.
My face is fair; by braids, of gold:
I can give you endless riches,
From my tenderness I guard a treasure.
Are you calling me?
No, not you.
I am a dream, an impossibility,
vain ghost of fog and light;
I am incorporal, I am intangible:
I cannot love you.
Oh, come, please come!
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With the thread where we've been bitching tonight, you'll not that the so-called reasonable members of the SG conservatives aren't willing to lie and say they aren't flaming us behind our backs in their group.