miðvikudagur, apríl 26, 2006


This morning, for an instant, I forgot which finger my ring should be slipped onto. This despite the fact that I have worn in there for years, and that the finger in question has had a faint but noticable groove worn into it by the daily pressure of the silver. The pang of confusion and distress before I was able to remember what I ought to be doing was distinct, the little cousin of the couple of times I have thought, fleetingly and mistakenly, that I had lost the ring. Perhaps when I am very old and start to forget other things, I will feel this regularly. Or perhaps I will not be aware of it at all.

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Tökuorðatortímandi sagði...

Sorry, I don't have your e-mail address. My name is timbur-Helgi Hermannsson, creator of the High Icelandic language model. I have started a blog: http://loanwordterminator.blogspot.com
Also worth checking out:
http://users.telenet.be/Hafronska/fjallbarn (A website about the 'child of the mountains', the symbol of High Icelandic)
http://is.wikipedia.org/wiki/H%C3%A1fr%C3%B3nska (Icelandic wikipedia article)

Best Regards,

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