“Live shamed, and die empty.” – Camina Drummer

 I felt like this needed to be translated into Valthungian for some reason:

“Live shamed, and die empty.” – Camina Drummer 

“Kuiži skamiða, sljutu lēsa.” – Kamina Ǧamma

29 Ǧulis, 1612

Another journal blurb. It’s got some slightly personal stuff in there, so you’re gonna have to learn Valthungian if you want to read it, but tl;dr I applied for a new job yesterday and I hope it sucks a lot less than the rest of the jobs I’ve been dealing with for the past eight years. At least it’s not for an Evil Corporation (galīkaduþs blaugawīsa) this time, though, so that’s nice.

18 Ǧanismēnaðis 2022 (1612.01.29)

Gistradagis mik frolágiðik tō drava froðu ravaǧin miðiža Skōla Ravaðis Gamǣnduǧižas Skœučis Njužižas swā hlipi·ambātalis. Suējuga nīsua vližik tō drav·ambātalitma af 8 unþ 5 aftralīðna, wēsitma fā, skātakuam forkuíðamǣtiko ǧukuna tat ǣgna, jā nī ta ravaǧin uf galīkaduða blaugawīsatma. Ik wēnia þīk it gita, þā ik mag tō birœuǧina fraðatma drava mīnin aftrakuímna instáða birœuǧins fraðatma gǣðua mīnin ǣnis dravis!

28 Ǧulis, 1612

I’ve been trying to make myself practice writing in Valthungian a little more, so I started keeping a journal with just a few lines a day. Here’s today, where I found myself very excited to have to make a distinction between thermometer and thermostat, and invent words for various types of gauges!

28 Ǧulis, 1612

Itma ist avrave klaþ hisdagis, ekiðo nī swē klaþ līka gistradag, þenis anstœuðins hehláþ -17°. Hisdagis sō hǭðuremi skal rǣkna 6°, eki sā winǧ, sā snǣjus, sā slǭta, þat rignu dōnþ þet·itm·avrava klaðiža þynča. Sā winǧ gœ̄žiþ! Itma ist windahuœuti:

‹ Windas avra, ižis magun gaslīðinins dōn, gitnaþ usbíðna, ǣða ǧuðan skegunþ.

Hǭðagustas: sunþǭstra 80 unsta 100 km/h.

Gastáþs: Skōte Njuge.

Huīlins: His undranis hitm·anþanǣča.

Inmēlinis: Windagustas avrista gitnaþ in gœ̄žim hǭðižam jā anþatma sǣjubanka usbíðna. Itma gitiþ usbíðna, þeti windas minǧnan hižis nātis fram wista ǭsta tō. Gaslīðins gatímbrinaro mag skegun, frisātis þrōvaskīvnaro ǭgadoraru. Gustas avra magun wǣtins lǭsans vrepna, ǣða astnas brečin. ›

Ik ǧukua þō vremin inþatm·ambǣča mīnin gā, eki gitnik tuismitan þī s·uremisčurins þatǣn þrjuþ siža. Ǭðagins ǣðik hātuskrœčin!

The original:

Rough translation:

January 17, 2022
It is very cold today, though not as cold as yesterday, which started out at -17°. The high today will be 6°, but the wind and snow/sleet/rain makes it seem much colder. The wind is wailing! There is a wind warning:

“Strong winds that may cause damage are expected or occurring.
Maximum gusts: southeasterly 80 to 100 km/h.
Locations: Nova Scotia.
Time span: this afternoon and this evening.
Remarks: Strongest wind gusts are expected over higher terrain and along the coast. Winds are expected to diminish from west to east tonight. Damage to buildings, such as to roof shingles and windows, may occur. High winds may toss loose objects or cause tree branches to break.”

I have turned up the heat in my office, but I suspect that the thermostat may be merely decorative. Fortunately I have a hoodie!