Famous words...

Yesterday, I solemnly noted:

Unfortunately, I don't have the luxury of doing the math in the document to figure out clues as to which is which.

I should probably have that engraved on a plaque and have the plaque cemented on my desk facing me.

In doing the check this morning, I find the following:

where h_sur is the height of the *******, in m;

where ******* is "прибойный волны" in the original Russian. Later, I find:

where h_br is the height of the *******, in m;

where ******* is "разбивающихся волн" in the source text.

So, given a choice between surging, spilling, plunging, and just plain breaking as words to describe these waves, is this, like, rocket science? All I had to do was pay attention to the subscripts!

Duh!

Cheers...

P.S. It's what comes of cutting/pasting the math instead of typing it out by hand, the Old Fashioned Way™!

Mail recovery...

I decided to call my ISP this morning, and when the obligatory "dead time" usually spent either on hold or tap-dancing through myriad levels of menus instead told of problems with email and web service, I knew my problem was, first of all, a genuine problem, and second, not confined only to yours truly.

Despite it all, I managed to receive two jobs by directing clients to an alternative email address. I feel like shouting, "Hooray for common sense!" but pause, as common sense appears to be in short supply, generally speaking.

As an example, a recent post on Slashdot highlights the apparent chorus of Useful Idiots who want the gummint to do something about all that spam. I can just about guarantee that should the government actually step in, the cure will be worse than the disease... but don't get me started. Spam had nothing to do with my ISP's problem, anyway.

But it is nice to see my mailboxes filling up with the usual detritus of Life In Internet Times™. I was starting to feel neglected without my daily ration of a half dozen heartfelt pleas from exotic venues such as Nigeria and Sierra Leone, inviting me to participate in such transparently world-class felonies as to make Mr. Ponzi and his ilk simply spin in their graves. In fact, I just got finished deleting the latest missive from a person who felt obliged to explain right off why he would get into contact with a complete, yet utterly deserving stranger such as myself.

All is now right with the world.

* * *I went free of the store just short of noon today, which allowed me to work on my translations. The one due this morning was sent before I left for the store, and I'm still waiting for a response as to whether the client will grant a rush-rate special dispensation, seeing as how three days of work were compressed into just over one day. I think I've made a good case, but I'm merely a supplicant. (Aren't we all, though?)

The items received today are both done. One has been sent back; the other awaits review tomorrow morning.

* * *I went to the kids' place after the store closed to eat dinner with Shannon, Hunter, and Drew. I had a very pleasant time, even if the general attention of the group was directed at the boob tube. (I'm not complaining; just obeserving.) Even with the TV on, it was nice to be there.

But who am I kidding? Every word I write in this journal these days has, as a subtext, the fact that I miss Galina terribly. And on that note, I shall go upstairs and get some rest.

Cheers...