Okay, sit down, because there’s something I have to tell you. Something I’ve been keeping from you for months. But I can’t stand the guilt anymore, so here goes:
Since September I have been taking a class in ancient Egyptian. (This is, of course, part of what motivated me to go to Egypt.)
Oh, how many were the days I longed to post scans of my homework assignments! To share with you my joy as my hieroglyphic writing improved! To laugh with you at the silly things those ancient Egyptians thought!
But, alas, I don’t have a scanner, and every time I tried to use somebody else’s I got a different kind of unusable file.
However, now I have photographs, and I’m going to inflict them on you.
Fear not; you won’t be subjected to all 1,282 of them.
But for the next little bit this blog is going to be very, very boring for people who have no interest in ideographic and/or phonographic writing systems.
I suggested to E.S. last night that I could change the name of my blog to The Search for Hieroglyphs on Egyptian Temples and Monuments From the Old Kingdom Through the Ptolemaic Period: A Gay Odyssey of Neurosis, but he said he thought the increased traffic would overwhelm my server.
By the way, once the class started, it became almost immediately clear to me that the personal ad I left in hieroglyphs a few years ago makes absolutely no sense at all.
Tomorrow: Thutmose III and Amun-Ra at the Temple of Karnak.