So... stereotypical BYU college co-ed. I was thinking that I needed a different background for my blog (which I harldy write in anyway, as you can see). Actually I was going to make a post, a rather sad one, but the drab background got me distracted and good thing too! I surfed around other blogs that I knew of. Didn't find anything....didn't find anything... nothin. Until this one! BAM! It was golden. Beautiful. Trouble is, this one didn't work like the others. It took me a little while to get the instructions right, but I did it! And then my blog title was misaligned... and everything was gray and blech. So, ctrl + F looking for 'colors.' A hint on google blog search! I need to go in and change the HTML by myself! Great. lots of numbers, dashes and cocodiles (the little <> I was taught in first grade that they're like crocodiles and eat the bigger/fatter number). So I carefully start going through find again, reading carefully. And then I start to play! There's this nifty little w3schools.com website that can teach you how to work HTMLs! VICTORY! Well... at least I read enough to get a tiny bit of info. I'll be more thorough later. When I have more time. And there's a color chart! I can change my colors! cool. Still working on how to change a few items though; they are under different names or sub stanzas in the HTML. But, I GOT IT TO WORK!! For a small part!! I feel schmardt. I think I like the fonts; I'll stick with them. Colors and links.... could use more work. Especially links. I didn't want to mess with those quite yet. But isn't it pretty?!?!?! I hope there are computers in heaven so I can take this knowledge with me into the next life and not have is be for naught. Mom-- YOUR'S IS NEXT!! Mwahahaha!!!
Doctrine and Covenants 130:18-19
"Whatever principle of intelligence we attain unto in this life, it will rise with us in the resurrection.
And if a person gains more knowledge and intelligence in this life through his diligence and obedience than another, he will have so much the adcantage in the world to come."
I guess this means that I should also do my homework.... and not just smelf smart myself. Youtube that. Smelf smart myself. Just like that. Gosh, I'm on one right now. Ciao tutti! Vi voglio bene!!
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Potato, tomato, potate, pomodoro
So living in the Italian House definitely has its perks :) My roommates are FABULOUS and everyone eats well at least five nights a week among other things. However, just as in any language, the learning process is a little rough, especially since I am one of the few in the entire complex that speaks only two languages, Italian being my second. Thus, there are instances like the following:
Dinner time (cena: CHAY-nuh). We were having spaghetti and of course, with nearly any pasta dish and italians, there is much cheese. So I asked in italian, "Passare il pomeriggio." I got a few strange looks, and then someone noticed what I was gesturing for. I said it again, "Passare il pomeriggio, per favore?" wondering if it would get passed if I said please. Then someone said, "Passare cosa?" (pass what?) and I again replied, "Pomeriggio!" And the whole table began to laugh. The word for cheese is FORMAGGIO. Pomeriggio means afternoon. I was asking someone to pass the afternoon. And now, in my honor, no one calls it formaggio anymore in the casa italiana. They call it pomeriggio. And now a few people from the Portuguese house say it too.
Cena, round two. We were having small steaks, and the House is supposed to provide many of the kitchen ammenities like plates, utinsels, pots, pans, etc., but apparently no one has gotten around to buying steak knifes. I had a butter knife, and my efforts to manneristically cut and eat my meat were in vain. So I asked if someone had a cavallo, what I thought was knife. A reaction similar to the one above happened. I asked if they had a horse. Cotello is knife.
And at the very beginning of the semester, which has also not been lived down, was after cena when we had ice cream (gelato: jell-AHT-oh) for desert (dolce: DOLE-chay). Mind, this was VERY early in the semester, and I've only just begun to learn the language. My roommate asked me, in italian, which kind I wanted. I wanted one scoop of each, but I didn't know how to say it. So, I said, "Uno.... scoopo... of each?" Which of course is wrong. I suppose I was feeling desperate. Again, everyone laughed. At least all of these moments are funny to me too. So, the right way to say one scoop of each (and I only just looked this up because I don't know how to say 'scoop') is: Un mestolo di tutti e due. (oon mest-ole-o dee too-tee ay doo-ay).
At any rate, the italian is coming. Slower than actually living in Italy because I go to school in English, but it's definitely helping. And right now, I have two chapters of homework to do before tomorrow morning. Allora, Ciao i miei amici e mia cara famiglia. Padre Celeste e guarda tutti di noi. I love you all :) ~Kimberlì.
Dinner time (cena: CHAY-nuh). We were having spaghetti and of course, with nearly any pasta dish and italians, there is much cheese. So I asked in italian, "Passare il pomeriggio." I got a few strange looks, and then someone noticed what I was gesturing for. I said it again, "Passare il pomeriggio, per favore?" wondering if it would get passed if I said please. Then someone said, "Passare cosa?" (pass what?) and I again replied, "Pomeriggio!" And the whole table began to laugh. The word for cheese is FORMAGGIO. Pomeriggio means afternoon. I was asking someone to pass the afternoon. And now, in my honor, no one calls it formaggio anymore in the casa italiana. They call it pomeriggio. And now a few people from the Portuguese house say it too.
Cena, round two. We were having small steaks, and the House is supposed to provide many of the kitchen ammenities like plates, utinsels, pots, pans, etc., but apparently no one has gotten around to buying steak knifes. I had a butter knife, and my efforts to manneristically cut and eat my meat were in vain. So I asked if someone had a cavallo, what I thought was knife. A reaction similar to the one above happened. I asked if they had a horse. Cotello is knife.
And at the very beginning of the semester, which has also not been lived down, was after cena when we had ice cream (gelato: jell-AHT-oh) for desert (dolce: DOLE-chay). Mind, this was VERY early in the semester, and I've only just begun to learn the language. My roommate asked me, in italian, which kind I wanted. I wanted one scoop of each, but I didn't know how to say it. So, I said, "Uno.... scoopo... of each?" Which of course is wrong. I suppose I was feeling desperate. Again, everyone laughed. At least all of these moments are funny to me too. So, the right way to say one scoop of each (and I only just looked this up because I don't know how to say 'scoop') is: Un mestolo di tutti e due. (oon mest-ole-o dee too-tee ay doo-ay).
At any rate, the italian is coming. Slower than actually living in Italy because I go to school in English, but it's definitely helping. And right now, I have two chapters of homework to do before tomorrow morning. Allora, Ciao i miei amici e mia cara famiglia. Padre Celeste e guarda tutti di noi. I love you all :) ~Kimberlì.
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