mycophile

It's midnight here, and in 9 hours I will board a train to New York City. I will arrive at least 12 hours later, tired, hungry, and very much in pain from sitting on my butt for an extended period of time. Why, you say, am I going through with such torture? Because I have a voucher worth $25 on Amtrak travel and I want to use it before it expires. (Then again, I got the voucher the last time I was on the train and we had to deal with a car that smelled like very stale bodily fluids. Complaining really works!)

Monday night, I will attend the wedding of my first cousin. It will be a Hasidic affair. It will not be fun. Men and women will be segregated. Dancing will involve a bunch of heavy-set, sweaty men in black suits and hats going around in circles and stopping every so often to get something from the bar. Yay. Hooray.

For some part of the rest of the week, I will show my cousin from Australia around New York. I've never met him, but I'm told he's nice. That's not a lot to go on, but I'd go just for the opportunity to hear the accent.

Hoping to get together with some SG folks, if possible. Cinnabons for all!

Funny Linguistic Term of the Day:

Wackernagel clitic.

= A clitic (a little mini-word, like the 'm in I'm) that always appears after the first word of the sentence, no matter what the order of the words. Doesn't appear in English. Common in Czech.