Ari garela!

This afternoon I did homework.

Doing homework is boring (I think I've blogged about this before).

That is, it's boring until you stumble onto something interesting. But I always find that once I stumble onto the interesting thing I get all wrapped up in that and follow it until I am no longer doing anything that could be classified as "homework."

Take this afternoon, for instance.

I should've been researching a transportation system in some Spanish-speaking country for a very brief oral report.

Somehow I've ended up back wrapped up in the Basque Country, thinking about how fun it would be to learn euskara -- just because it looks interesting (and unlike other tantalizing interesting-looking languages, doesn't require learning a new alphabet). It would be especially fun to learn euskara with a friend and use it as a secret language to create incomprehensible correspondence and pass incomprehensible notes whenever you have note-passing opportunities.

Maybe when I marry I can convince my husband of the beauty of this plan and teach our children euskara. And then if we are doing some kind of covert operations in a foreign country we can have our own built-in encryption system. Because -- c'mon -- how many Basques are out there on decoding details?

This can also be the way that I escape from the all-seeing eye of Google. Imagine if this blog were in euskara. Who at Google speaks that? (Although this is dangerous, too, because there is a Wikipedia site for Euskari, so probably I'd get figured out eventually.)

See what I mean about homework?