My "glitch" for the mission...
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alexpgpIn the second half of yesterday's shift, Word put me in a proper mood by faulting out and exiting, causing me to lose about a page worth of work. It could have been worse, of course, but it was annoying.
I was then called upon to revise a translation done earlier in the shift by my partner, Olga D. I was not as careful in reviewing the revised text as I should have been, and thus missed a couple of sentences in the early part of the document. Fortunately, the console interpreters check each others' work, and Olga caught the error. Although it's always difficult to translate revisions (especially when they are not marked), I later figured out a couple of ways I can prevent this happening in the future. It's bad enough my English-to-Russian requires review; worse yet that I goof up like this.
OTOH, there's nothing to be done about it. I will consider it to be - as they say at NASA - my "glitch" for the mission, and go on with life.
On a positive note, I am pleased that I felt no desire to extract junk food from the vending machines outside the FCR. Too, at no time during the night did I have to fight sleep, though I began to yawn often and hard on the way home. Once home, I fell asleep quickly, woke up 4 hours later, but managed to go back to sleep until noon.
In a morose turn of mind, I keep returning to one of Sara's last lines in Sweet November, when she tells Nelson, "You are my immortality!" I find it curious how and via what avenues we pursue ersatz versions of eternal life, knowing full well that the real McCoy will forever elude us.
Shakespeare, for example, is physically dead; his dust was put to rest almost 400 years ago. Yet he is - through his works - immortal. Or so some say. Is he? The acclaim and admiration of people walking around today can't possibly matter to him now, even if he had planned it this way... which I doubt.
I remember my grandmother and all the cool things we used to do when I was a kid. Given the opportunity, someday I'll tell Huntur all about my grandmother and those escapades. And maybe someday, once I am long gone, Huntur will tell her grandchildren about this nutcase granddad of hers and all the grand times she had with him.
But it won't matter to me. And I won't do or not do things now so as to somehow influence whatever possible narrative she may choose to relate; what happens will happen because it will be the appropriate thing to do at the time. And yet...
Hmm. This line of thought is well and truly pointless, kind of like a finger-painting in progress, where one's digits tend to retrace the same lines over and over.
There are small battles to be won today, and I need to go fight them. The next shift is just over 7 hours away.
Cheers...
I was then called upon to revise a translation done earlier in the shift by my partner, Olga D. I was not as careful in reviewing the revised text as I should have been, and thus missed a couple of sentences in the early part of the document. Fortunately, the console interpreters check each others' work, and Olga caught the error. Although it's always difficult to translate revisions (especially when they are not marked), I later figured out a couple of ways I can prevent this happening in the future. It's bad enough my English-to-Russian requires review; worse yet that I goof up like this.
OTOH, there's nothing to be done about it. I will consider it to be - as they say at NASA - my "glitch" for the mission, and go on with life.
On a positive note, I am pleased that I felt no desire to extract junk food from the vending machines outside the FCR. Too, at no time during the night did I have to fight sleep, though I began to yawn often and hard on the way home. Once home, I fell asleep quickly, woke up 4 hours later, but managed to go back to sleep until noon.
In a morose turn of mind, I keep returning to one of Sara's last lines in Sweet November, when she tells Nelson, "You are my immortality!" I find it curious how and via what avenues we pursue ersatz versions of eternal life, knowing full well that the real McCoy will forever elude us.
Shakespeare, for example, is physically dead; his dust was put to rest almost 400 years ago. Yet he is - through his works - immortal. Or so some say. Is he? The acclaim and admiration of people walking around today can't possibly matter to him now, even if he had planned it this way... which I doubt.
I remember my grandmother and all the cool things we used to do when I was a kid. Given the opportunity, someday I'll tell Huntur all about my grandmother and those escapades. And maybe someday, once I am long gone, Huntur will tell her grandchildren about this nutcase granddad of hers and all the grand times she had with him.
But it won't matter to me. And I won't do or not do things now so as to somehow influence whatever possible narrative she may choose to relate; what happens will happen because it will be the appropriate thing to do at the time. And yet...
Hmm. This line of thought is well and truly pointless, kind of like a finger-painting in progress, where one's digits tend to retrace the same lines over and over.
There are small battles to be won today, and I need to go fight them. The next shift is just over 7 hours away.
Cheers...
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Date: 2001-08-11 04:32 pm (UTC)I saw the original many years ago and my life-thinking sorta changed as a result. But the new version has had such bad reviews ... i haven't gone to see it although one of the good things about it being in video is that the original version is now available and i watched that again a few weeks ago.
Sandy and Anthony don't have the impact that i remember them having three decades ago ... still, seeing the events that changed our lives in a complete different setting then the original ... well, they often make me wonder what all the fuss was about...
If it was the new version you saw ... would you tell me something about how you liked it, etc. Maybe i'll watch the two together which won't spoil one too much to see the other ...
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Date: 2001-08-11 08:10 pm (UTC)I liked the film, but not so much that I would put it on a see-again-anytime-soon list. I generally find Keanu Reeves to be a pretty wooden actor, but that made him ever more believable in this film, as he was cast as the plugged-in, narrow-view male lead. The young lady (whose name escapes me at the moment) had a pleasant personality, was easy to look at, but rather a shallow character, too. I admired her persistence.
But stories like these do not require great depth. (Either that, or I am content to supply my own depth by embellishing what actually occurs on the screen with what I want to see.)
You are the second person to mention this is a remake... I shall have to hunt down the previous incarnation of this film and watch it.
Cheers...
Thanks for the comments on
Date: 2001-08-12 12:28 am (UTC)The earlier version starred Sandy Dennis and Anthony Newley. I thought they did quite a good job particularly as i'd seen Sandy in "...Virginia Wolf" just before that and in SN she plays a much stronger character and Anthony, as usual, has a kind of humor in what he does without a great effort.
It is filmed is such a way that it is more of a stage movie then an local neighborhood. It is shot in a NY neighborhood but has the feeling of a theatre play. I like the developement of the plot and the fact that i had to struggle with Sandy going through boyfriends at the rate of one a month and at that time (1968 - 1972 ... i don't really remember which year it was done in) i tended to moralistic about such sexual activities (well, living in Texas does those kinda things to ones head!) ... do give it a try, the earlier version, and see if you like it.
My local video store had them both together on the shelf which they usually do with remakes ... good luck!
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@ 2001-08-11 13:40:00
My "glitch" for the mission...
In the second half of yesterday's shift, Word put me in a proper mood by faulting out and exiting, causing me to lose about a
page worth of work. It could have been worse, of course, but it was annoying.
I was then called upon to revise a translation done earlier in the shift by my partner, Olga D. I was not as careful in reviewing the
revised text as I should have been, and thus missed a couple of sentences in the early part of the document. Fortunately, the
console interpreters check each others' work, and Olga caught the error. Although it's always difficult to translate revisions
(especially when they are not marked), I later figured out a couple of ways I can prevent this happening in the future. It's bad
enough my English-to-Russian requires review; worse yet that I goof up like this.
OTOH, there's nothing to be done about it. I will consider it to be - as they say at NASA - my "glitch" for the mission, and go on
with life.
On a positive note, I am pleased that I felt no desire to extract junk food from the vending machines outside the FCR. Too, at no
time during the night did I have to fight sleep, though I began to yawn often and hard on the way home. Once home, I fell asleep
quickly, woke up 4 hours later, but managed to go back to sleep until noon.
In a morose turn of mind, I keep returning to one of Sara's last lines in Sweet November, when she tells Nelson, "You are my
immortality!" I find it curious how and via what avenues we pursue ersatz versions of eternal life, knowing full well that the real
Shakespeare, for example, is physically dead; his dust was put to rest almost 400 years ago. Yet he is - through his works -
immortal. Or so some say. Is he? The acclaim and admiration of people walking around today can't possibly matter to him now,
even if he had planned it this way... which I doubt.
He had planned it.
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Date: 2001-08-12 11:08 am (UTC)It is my understanding that relatively little is known of Shakespeare; so much so that speculation is still rampant as to whether he actually wrote the plays or fronted them for a patron whose social status could not permit an association with them.
On the other hand, while the name escapes me, I do seem to recall an ancient Greek who set a great fire in order to be remembered by posterity...
Cheers...
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Date: 2001-08-12 01:15 pm (UTC)His sonnets speak for themselves
It is my understanding that relatively little is known of Shakespeare; so much so that
speculation is still rampant as to whether he actually wrote the plays or fronted them for
a patron whose social status could not permit an association with them.
Indeed. Our knowledge about him is very uncertain.
but here it resembles the anekdote which I've seen in LJ:
"-You know, Homer didn't write Iliad and Odyssey.
-Hmmm... If he didn't, then who did?
-There was another old man who did it. By the way, he was also blind..."
It is not important who he was, he is remembered for his works. And he planned it exactly this way :)
On the other hand, while the name escapes me, I do seem to recall an ancient Greek
who set a great fire in order to be remembered by posterity...
Herostratos has burnt the temple of Zeus.