<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Enaselvai on re:creation</title><link>https://blog.jlipps.com/tags/enaselvai/</link><description>Recent content in Enaselvai on re:creation</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-US</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2005 07:26:57 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://blog.jlipps.com/tags/enaselvai/feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>23</title><link>https://blog.jlipps.com/2005/09/23/</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2005 07:26:57 +0000</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jonathanlipps.com/blog/?p=291</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;After the pretty meaningful birthdays of 18 and 21 (at which points my tobacco- and alcohol-related habits were legalized), I&amp;rsquo;m beginning to realize how much you start to forget about your own birthdays. For instance, mine just snuck up on me. I hadn&amp;rsquo;t really thought about it that much, apart from wondering if some people should get together or something; but that&amp;rsquo;s not what I&amp;rsquo;m talking about. More the sense of anticipation, that pre-Christmas excitement that used to attend the days and weeks before a birthday&amp;hellip;that sense was completely and finally gone this year. It&amp;rsquo;s now September 26 and there is no elation, no feeling of the specialness of the day. It&amp;rsquo;s sad, I guess, but part of the whole thing is that I don&amp;rsquo;t really care that it&amp;rsquo;s sad. Last year may have been the same, except we had a hurricane on my birthday so that made things exciting anyhow.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So while September 26 is no longer a cause for unbridled joy and wondering if I may have some good presents waiting, it is of course a good excuse to do things like take a midnight shot of sub-30-degree vodka. Mmmm.&lt;/p&gt;</description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>After the pretty meaningful birthdays of 18 and 21 (at which points my tobacco- and alcohol-related habits were legalized), I&rsquo;m beginning to realize how much you start to forget about your own birthdays. For instance, mine just snuck up on me. I hadn&rsquo;t really thought about it that much, apart from wondering if some people should get together or something; but that&rsquo;s not what I&rsquo;m talking about. More the sense of anticipation, that pre-Christmas excitement that used to attend the days and weeks before a birthday&hellip;that sense was completely and finally gone this year. It&rsquo;s now September 26 and there is no elation, no feeling of the specialness of the day. It&rsquo;s sad, I guess, but part of the whole thing is that I don&rsquo;t really care that it&rsquo;s sad. Last year may have been the same, except we had a hurricane on my birthday so that made things exciting anyhow.</p>
<p>So while September 26 is no longer a cause for unbridled joy and wondering if I may have some good presents waiting, it is of course a good excuse to do things like take a midnight shot of sub-30-degree vodka. Mmmm.</p>
<p>Somewhat randomly and incidentally, yesterday and today were the first days I&rsquo;ve taken any time in the last few years to work on Enaselvai, my <a href="http://teleios.us/display.php?type=ResearchArticle&amp;id=4">constructed language</a>. Many people do not know I have a constructed language, and for their sake, I prefer to keep it that way. I find that people cannot handle this knowledge gracefully. Anyway, things have remained largely static over the last few years, but for some reason I felt emotionally compelled to work on it a bit.</p>
<p>Everyone knows that artists create art as an emotional/intellectual response to things they are going through. I do this with music quite often, and understandably, as many artists are musicians. I also have this tendency to create linguistic art&ndash;not art <em>with</em> words, but words themselves as art. So cracking open the Enaselvai dictionary and going on a word-creation spree is no doubt my artistic response to something that is happening right now or moving me in some way; not sure what.</p>
<p>But anyway I thought I&rsquo;d give you all, hobbit-fashion, a birthday present on this day; a fresh, brand-new sentence in Enaselvai, never before existing! It&rsquo;s always exciting to write these sentences, like fresh tracks in a new linguistic snowfall&hellip;but I&rsquo;ve catalogued <a href="/2002/10/logos/">this feeling</a> elsewhere.</p>
<p>It&rsquo;s actually a translation of a Bible verse, though which one I&rsquo;m not going to say. It&rsquo;s not a particularly meaningful verse anyway, but I wanted a translation project, and I wanted something that I am in some ways or in some senses hoping will characterize the upcoming year for me. Here it is:</p>
<p><em>Ecó nai le&rsquo;potényue se&rsquo;elódum, lea&rsquo;beréleose, ter vi vánlea berélec io lairévarse.</em></p>
<p>Kudos to anyone who can guess what verse it is. I followed the Greek syntax pretty nearly, but that&rsquo;s not a very good clue. Also, don&rsquo;t guess out loud.</p>
<p>Here&rsquo;s a better clue; a veritable Rosetta stone and a marvelously alliterative sentence in Enaselvai&ndash;possibly the first one-line poem in the history of the language!</p>
<p><em>Vi van vódca.</em></p>
<p>Which of course means, &ldquo;Vodka is good.&rdquo; Slainte!</p>
<p>In other news, my theme song has officially changed. For the year following my 22nd birthday, it was the rather in-hindsight-unappropriately-but-hopefully-named &ldquo;Fell In Love At 22&rdquo;, by Starflyer 59. Now, it is the more numeric but more appropriately-named &ldquo;23&rdquo;, from the recent Jimmy Eat World album. I think it&rsquo;s going to be a good theme song, and while there&rsquo;s not quite the optimism in the title, I think I can live with that.</p>
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