BBC (ended 2012)
Howdy! Thanks, Esther for your wishes, but the night was really as boring as I predicted, if not even more
Anyway, look what I found on the Internet. It caught my attention because of Morgana:
Morgan is apparently nickname derived from Welsh, meaning "white-haired". Now picture Morgana white-haired
Also, I found out about your name as well.
It seems to derive from Persian, and means "Star"
So which star are you, Esther, morning or evening star, Galadriel or Arwen?
Evening guys! Hows your saturday been? I've had a good day with my big sister who i hadn't seen in a while. It's great to shop and chat, so my days been really great! I'm now curled up in my pj's in front of the tv with a glass of wine! lol!!
My name is a mystery never to be solved... Except in some new novel by Dan Brown
Just kidding of course. You can break my name Danko into two morphemes - 'dan' + 'ko'. 'ko' is just a suffix that's used for male names across Serbia, and is very recurrent, in names such as Janko, Darko, Boshko, Zvonko, and such. It just makes a name male; other example would be Italian Marco, where this 'Mar' is derived from Mars, god of war, and 'co' is just used to make it a name. Let us return to 'dan' - it means day in Serbian, and I think in many other Slavic languages, so all in all it translates do Dayman, Dayboy or such. My friends sometimes make a joke that my name would be in English Dayco But as you, I also work better at night, stay up very late, and get up very late in the morning - or even not in the morning at all
So that's it A rather longish explanation
Very nice explanation, I enjoyed reading through it There was a Darko Kovacevic (not sure about the spelling there ) playing in our local football team.
|stay up very late, and get up very late in the morning - or even not in the morning at all|
Your spelling is good, both Darko and Kovacevic (which is read Kovachevich) are pretty common names; and I think I heard of that football player... Also, this Darko name sometimes irritate me very much: it has nothing to do with the name, it's just that my name is pretty rare, and Darko is, as I said, very common ('dar' means gift, by the way ), so teachers, people in bureaucracy and such always mix up names and call me Darko. And my handwriting sometimes doesn't help either
I've read in newspapers two or three weeks ago that biorhythm that we both live according to is in fact pretty unhealthy, and that one should wake up sometime around dawn. And when I read 'dawn', my immediate reaction was to yawn I would like if I could change it that quickly, but I doubt that. And I sincerely doubt I will ever be able to wake around dawn, as much as dawn is very beautiful time of day... It's just that I have more concentration to work and think during the evening and night, than during the day, when my thoughts easily stray away, so I have to catch them all over the place, and chase them with a broomstick!
By the way, where do you work?
|And my handwriting sometimes doesn't help either|
|when I read 'dawn', my immediate reaction was to yawn|
Yeah, I think I saw dawn too by staying up too much. As genius Ambrose Bierce put it in his "Devil's Dictionary":
Dawn: Time when men of reason go to bed.
And considering it is now 3:07 am, dawn is at hand, but I think I'll not stay awake for it.
So see you tomorrow! I had no time to comment on the episode yet, because I can't gather my brains to say something meaningful, but I'll try tomorrow, as this is one of my favourite episodes.
"My job is to woo...!"
Well, my job is to sleep now.
|Thank you, Eric I haven't heard of it here. I'd say we don't have it but maybe it's just proof of how misinformed I am on the matter.|
|Dawn: Time when men of reason go to bed.|
|We definitely only invest here in attracting tourist to the country, Eric|
Guten Morgen! Or should I say, Guten Morgana...
Anyway, I'm here to ask you about you liking Irish poetry. So you like Yeats? We did a bit of Yeats during the studies, but not that much, and one of my current professors adores him! I have to admit I never read much of him, so what poem(s) of his would you suggest me to read? A hit?
As far as poetry goes, I'm no poetry buff, but I like "Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" (transl. by FitzGerald), and I like some poems by T.S. Eliot, and also Blake's poetry in general.
Hi! Sorry for the long pause, I just don't know how I spent the day, I just know it flew by me The poem is very beautiful, I'll have to read more by Yeats. I also like Irish culture very much, especially music - I like everything by Enya! I think she is fantastic, the voice, the melodies...
Yeah, I've seen the painting, it's very beautiful, though haven't seen it in original as you, but our professor showed us when we did that poem. It's a great poem, and there is also a song made of it by Loreena McKennit - you've most probably heard it.
As I said, poetry is not my forte (though I have some poems of my own), but there are a few of poets that I really really like. Let me give you a little sample: These are the rubaiyat, four-line poems, where the third line usually doesn't rhyme with the rest.
Ah! my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears-
To-morrow?—Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.
And this I know: whether the one True Light,
Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite,
One Glimpse of It within the Tavern caught
Better than in the Temple lost outright.
And when Thyself with shining Foot shall pass
Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on The Grass,
And in Thy joyous Errand reach the Spot
Where I made one—turn down an empty Glass!
Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,
The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again:
How oft hereafter rising shall she look
Through this same Garden after me—in vain!
And here is my favourite excerpt from 'Prufrock' by T.S. Eliot:
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; 25
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate; 30
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
|Morning all |
Lol, you are a crazy little thing, Eric. I cannot be your queen, though. You'll get my message for sure