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Guilty pleasures
Apr. 1st, 2009 08:50 pmMitt rom blei bustaden for dine steg
Frå den gongen på trappa du smilte til meg
Slik fekk eg orda av rørsle og ro
Orda er alt eg kan halde kring no
I'm in a doodling mood, so I made a boring little cartoon about today's audio play experience.
( what )
Ah, so tomorrow I'm going to get to see the actual Medieval manuscripts stored in the University's cellars! It's for my paleography class, and although I've decided I won't bother with doing the formal exam (I didn't need the extra points anyway) I couldn't let the opportunity pass me by.
When informing us about the formalities of tomorrow's historical peek, the lecturer (and also one of my academic idols - he wrote the books I'm using for Norse class) asked if everybody knew where the HF building was.
"You can't miss it," shouted a fellow student. "It's the ugliest building in the city!" (This is not an uncommon observation. It's a horrible gray block of misaimed Functionalism from the late sixties).
"I'll have you know," said the lecturer slowly with an indignant look on his face. "That building won a prize!" He glowered at us for a few moments before he burst into giggles. I have never heard someone talk in cursive before.
Frå den gongen på trappa du smilte til meg
Slik fekk eg orda av rørsle og ro
Orda er alt eg kan halde kring no
I'm in a doodling mood, so I made a boring little cartoon about today's audio play experience.
( what )
Ah, so tomorrow I'm going to get to see the actual Medieval manuscripts stored in the University's cellars! It's for my paleography class, and although I've decided I won't bother with doing the formal exam (I didn't need the extra points anyway) I couldn't let the opportunity pass me by.
When informing us about the formalities of tomorrow's historical peek, the lecturer (and also one of my academic idols - he wrote the books I'm using for Norse class) asked if everybody knew where the HF building was.
"You can't miss it," shouted a fellow student. "It's the ugliest building in the city!" (This is not an uncommon observation. It's a horrible gray block of misaimed Functionalism from the late sixties).
"I'll have you know," said the lecturer slowly with an indignant look on his face. "That building won a prize!" He glowered at us for a few moments before he burst into giggles. I have never heard someone talk in cursive before.
