Oh, my achin' gray cells...

[alexpgp]

I managed to get everything done that I intended today, but for some reason, here it is nearly 10 pm and I almost feel as if I haven't done anything at all.

The translation went fairly slowly, as I was forced to research numerous geographic and ethnic terms, as well as names. The tempo appears to have slackened, however, and as I am about to hit a section that summarizes what has been said, maybe I'm out of the woods.

Which, for some reason, reminds me of a joke, where these two country bumpkins are out hunting and get lost. Finally, one says to the other, "What do we do?"

The other fellow thinks for a minute and says, "I've been told that hunters from the city shoot into the air to attract attention, and then people come and help 'em out. Why don't we try that?"

"Okay," says his buddy.

A few minutes, the buddy says, "I don't know if this is going to work. We're almost out of arrows."

(Those among you who speak Russian may recognize this as a Chukcha joke with the serial number filed off.)

Maybe I'll go listen to a language tape, or go sharpen some arrows.

Cheers...

Comments

[bdunbar.livejournal.com]

...where these two country bumpkins are out hunting and get lost. Finally, one says to the other, "What do we do?"

I'm going to file _your_ serial number off, apply a coat of Upper Peninsula and store that away for later.

[alexpgp.livejournal.com]

I'd love to see the l'il darlin' with its new coat of Upper Peninsula. Keep me in mind, will ya?

Cheers...