Seachtain na Gaeilge: Day 5
[This challenge is now closed]
Welcome back to the SnaG challenge! Today, we're getting mythological.
Before I tell you about the challenge, join me in congratulating the winner of yesterday's poem-writing competition: AoifeIRE! Well done!
Challenge 5 - Dúshlán 5
Today's challenge is to write a short story or composition
- Challenge: Short story
- Theme: Mythology
- Top Prize: 15 lingots for best story
The idea is that you write a story about mythology! You can base it off an existing Irish mythological story, a story from another country or you can make it up yourself! You can even try to write yourself into the story!
Here are some Irish mythological stories to inspire you:
Deadline: Friday, March 6th @ 6:00pm
Real World Mini-Challenge
Try talking to yourself in Irish for the day!
Also, Also, keep tweeting as Gaeilge with the hashtags #SnaG2015, #duolingo and #Gaeilge!
I Want More
- Raidió Rí-Rá
- New for today: Nós magazine
- Why not try an episode of Aifric?
- Try something fun! Watch some of Clisare's Irish videos, including: Mean Girls quotes in Irish and Irish Slang Terms
Irish Song of the Day
Today's Irish song of the day is Grá Mo Chroí ("Love Like This" by Kodaline as Gaeilge)
Go n-éirí an t-ádh leat!
Bain triail aisti! Surprise yourself!
Thank you for all of this. It's really enjoyable.
I wonder if it would be possible to have a separate challenge for beginners. Because at this point the best I could do with any of these challenges is write a poem or story about how an owl ate a child on a Tuesday. When I see the fluency many of my fellow gaelgeoir have (and I hesitate to lump myself in with them at all) , I feel like my entry would look like that of a five year old. I get that the theme of the challenge is "Surprise Yourself" but I'd be surprised if I could pull out a two line masterpiece about "My Green Dress."
I'm afraid a 5 yr old has a better understanding of Irish than I do at present. Well, an Irish 5 yr old anyway. Which is understandable, yet frustrating, since I am otherwise writing a small collection of fairy tales in English which I would love to be able to translate myself into Irish someday.
I was going to write a story about Ella Young and Cuchulain (or some mythological character) in the dunes of San Luis Obispo. But my spare time isn't spare for a while and so my Gaeilge is grounded. You can have the idea if you're looking for one.
Ella Young (b. 1867) was a fascinating Irish folklorist/mythologist. She got an M.A. from Trinity College, Dublin (economy, history, law). She emigrated to the US (1925) and was James D. Phelan Lecturer in Irish Myth and Lore at the University of California, Berkeley for almost a decade. She delivered her flamboyant lectures wearing purple Druid robes. She was "godmother" to the Dunists, an alternative community living in the dunes on the beaches near San Luis Obispo. What to speak of a story, someone should start a movie franchise.!
I had another great idea for an as Gaeilge heathermagoo story, but you can have it if you want to do something fun:
"Morning Routine". Like all the videos on YouTube. I wake up, turn off my iPhone alarm, check Scrim/Twitter/YouTube for the news, put on my socks, brush my teeth, make myself a pancake breakfast, this is my little sister Annie, put on tons of goofy makeup, shall I wear a blue ribbon or a blue ribbon today, I'm ready for school, Slán... You could put it together with Clisare quotes. :D :D :D
Bunús an scúinc
Tamall fada ó shin a rugadh leanbh iníne a bhfuil gruaig ghlanbhán uirthi. D’fhás sí aníos béan álainn a éirí, níl a shárú ann. Ceapadh sí an-naofa a bheith mar gheall ar a gruaig bhán. Bhí fir ag siúl amach léi go minic, ach ní bhí aon spéis aici iontu; ba fhearr léi uirthi féin a féachaint san uiscí socra. Ba aoibhinn léi boladh bláthanna agus chuimil sí a bpeitil ar a cneas agus ar a gruaig.
Nocht fear aisteach ar lá, agus bhí an-fhonn air ag siúl amach léi. Rinne sí gáire fonóideach, agus rinne sí ceap magaidh faoi — ach, mar sin féin, níl aon duine mar chách é, ach mórspiorad Turtar. Chuir Turtar a sraith uachtair chraicinn rocaigh de, agus tháinig sé i mbarr a ghlóire. “Ós rud é go dhiúltaigh tú mórspiorad, claochlóidh tú ina ainmhí uiríseal! Gach uair a fheicfidh duine thú, iompóidh sé a chúl le tuth colúil”, d’ordaigh sé. Thosaigh sí a chrapadh, agus d’éirigh sí clúdaithe le ribí dubh fionnaidh. Ní bhí iarsma dá gruaig bhán álainn ach riabh bhán fhionnaitheach ar a droim. D’éirigh sí an chéad scúnc, agus tá a clann beo go fóill.