Today’s weather took a turn for the beautiful: 56°F. Clouds did their usual (which is to say they smothered the sky in fantastic grey), and I believe the faintest splatter of rain graced my skin. I’m ecstatic and thankful: a hiatus from dry air! As to be expected, the chilly interlude will end as warmer days heat up and resume skin-melting terror. Once again, I am reminded of that time of year: summer.
It’s not that I despise the sun per se, but I can’t deny my love of grey skies and rain clouds. I love the smell of crisp, fresh air when temperatures are in the single digits, I love snow, wind storms, lightening, thunder, and crazy-mad rain. I love yuck-weather all-around, so a pregnant rain cloud is the very first sign of delight.
But the sun? No. I do not like the sun. It sends scorching heat waves that threaten to melt skin off my body. It causes the air to boil with *temperatures so hot that I lie motionless on the floor for hours—days, even—dehydrated. It reminds me that my body is not something I want to see in shorts and t-shirts because I chose to eat and hibernate like a bear. No freezer blast of cool air can save me.
(*75°F is excruciating.)
In consolation, summer holds several prospects that send just a pinch of surging excitement. For starters, my prick of a neighbor moves out July 20th. I don’t like him, and he doesn’t like me. All I have to say is good riddance — I hope he’s moving off the planet and shrivels inside the stomach of a black hole.
In other news: three class-free months and an ocean of reading time! (How many hours does an ocean of reading time translate into? My guess: a lot.) While stacking a bunch of books to fill my future free-time, I sought reading challenges over the weekend. The idea is that I’ll start one or two challenges after classes end, and so I came, conquered Google, and made discoveries. Alas, the saying is true: so many books, so little time! I wanted to take on this challenge, that challenge, and those, and these, and oh my.
To deny these challenges felt more frustrating than the day I sat as a distraught kindergartener. I was nearing a hot mess of tears and my hair was in danger of being yanked out by my own hands, because: god dammit, which letters of the alphabet construct my last name? It was a distressful afternoon as I watched my peers exit one-by-one to have a merry blast on the playground. Well, at least they could spell their names.
I remained indoors to wallow in disappointment, imagining letters H and A coming together and maniacally laughing.
But enough of that — fast forward back into the present moment. I fought off the temptation to take on ALL READING CHALLENGES, but I did agree to one: the Books in Translation challenge, hosted by The Introverted Reader.
The challenge–need I even say it?–is to read translated works, of course! You can sign up any time during the year and set a goal at one of the following levels:
- Beginner (1-3 books)
- Conversationalist (4-6 books)
- Bilingual (7-9 books)
- Linguist (10-12 books)
For once I’m playing it safe and aiming for the beginner’s level. (Because reading is risky business. After all, a paper cut awaits at every turn.) Books I have planned are Battle Royal, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame, and Siddhartha. I would normally welcome more, you know, but with fifty-four books already marked as summer reads — not to mention several of which have quite the page count — three is a good starting point, I think. If all goes well, I may step up the conversationalist level and tack on The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo or 1Q84.
Look at me read! I can even spell my last name.
My mother says it was 100° yesterday. Good thing I didn’t stay out too long. I might have melted into the flowerpots.
Not much poetry reading planned for the summer? I like the translation challenge. Sometimes I wonder if I should accelerate my plans of learning foreign languages by buying native books and forcing my way through them with a dictionary.
100° is a death sentence. We often reach between 80° and 100° in summer, but I will never get used to it.
Not much poetry, but you can bet I’ll pick up collections here and there. I definitely want to read more from Anna Kamienska, though. Typical: the library doesn’t have her work — shame on them. I’ll have to order from Amazon or B&N. (Oh, and Quiet by Susan Cain should be on my summer list. ♥ I hope the writing isn’t dry.)
A book in Arabic could take you a long, long while.
What I really want to read is her notebooks, but I don’t see any published translations besides those in Poetry.
True that. I think I’ll start with Latin alphabet languages.
Audio sample of Quiet: “A species in which everyone was General Patton would not succeed.” I hope not.
Disgrace. Someone should translate the rest of her writing.
I wish Latin had been an option in high school. Mandarin was offered, but it was treated more as an extracurricular activity in which ten people attended (or so I heard).
Working from English to Mandarin, could you come to basic competency in a high school course? I’ve heard it’s really difficult. (Not that I’m insulting the American school system. No, wait, I am.)
Learning the Romance languages, I’m sure, would be easier if one knew Latin. Have you thought about taking a History of the English Language class? I’m hoping one of the schools I attend offers it. Someone on Tumblr was talking about theirs and I’d never read most of the terms they were using, so I decided I must follow in their academic footsteps.
One could, I imagine, if the instructor taught well. I recall struggling to formulate questions and comments in Spanish before approaching my teacher. I’d plan “I have to leave early because [reason]…”
Once I felt confident enough I’d walk up, open my mouth, but she would say (in English), “You have to go? Okay!”
I have not, but I’d like to. I think the most interesting English course my school offers is World Lit — very enjoyable class, but I demand more options.
Welcome to the challenge! I feel honored to have made the cut!
I am not a fan of gray, stormy days. They have their place and I like them for a change of pace, but my favorite days have clear blue skies and perfect 80 degree temperatures. Aaaahhh, I could lie in my hammock with a stack of books and plenty of munchies and stay there for days or weeks if I had days like that and no responsibilities to pull me out of my laziness. To each his or her own, I guess!
Thanks! I just started one of the books for this challenge today, too!
Hope you’re enjoying summer weather, then! I love curling up on the couch in a warm blanket and reading while rain wrecks havoc outside. It seems easier to relax when it’s ‘yucky’ — heat tires me out, but I do like to sit in the grass and feel the sun.
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