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A wonderful waking dream...
Sep. 18th, 2003 08:43 pmThe best news of the day came in a dream, while I was vainly trying to nap after returning from the store, exhausted. Galina called to say I can expect her early next week (I don't remember what day... Monday or Tuesday). She cut a deal with a colleague to promote our house for a few weeks, but said colleague's time is limited as said colleague's spouse has taken an early retirement package which, once consummated, will cause said colleague to disappear from Houston (probably to Fiji, which is what I'd do, but I digress...).
In the meantime, I am looking (since last night) at three fairly straightforward documents for a Houston client. It's due Monday, but I'm really dragging tonight, and was pretty useless last night, too. I think I'll spend some time quietly boning up on the Wordfast documentation, especially the part that talks about importing and using TRADOS translation memories.
Translation memory.
Recalling an old George Carlin routine, it's such a "friendly" collocation, yet one with such dire baggage, especially when one contemplates the interoperability (or lack, thereof) among various TM products.
However, before I get too contemplative, I'd like to raise a glass (of orange juice, unfermented) to some of the amusing customers we get at the store.
Like the gentleman who today browsed through the stack of brand-new newspapers, looking at each one as if expecting different headlines on different copies, in search (I guess) of "the perfect page"... or the woman at the head of a line of customers who spent one minute (by the clock, I looked) rummaging through her change purse to make up 56 cents, with most of that time devoted to deciding exactly which two quarters - of the several that inhabited said purse - she was finally going to part with... or the 30-something yuppie who categorically refused to buy a brightly colored, perfectly serviceable 37-cent stamp that says LOVE on it, because the envelope the stamp is intended for is a credit card bill, and he'll be dipped in boiling oil before allowing any such sentiment to be expressed on mail to them... or the 50-something hippie who refuses to buy stamps with flags on them, because they're a symbol of the "military-industrial complex"... or the hippie's 50-something patriot counterpart who won't use stamps with the U.S. flag on them because the thought of a machine - or a hand - striking that red-white-and-blue image for the purpose of defacing it (which is what happens when the stamp is canceled) is simply too much to bear.
But it's better for all concerned if I don't stray too far down this path.
I am truly tired. I'm going to look at the Wordfast docs upstairs.
Cheers...
In the meantime, I am looking (since last night) at three fairly straightforward documents for a Houston client. It's due Monday, but I'm really dragging tonight, and was pretty useless last night, too. I think I'll spend some time quietly boning up on the Wordfast documentation, especially the part that talks about importing and using TRADOS translation memories.
Translation memory.
Recalling an old George Carlin routine, it's such a "friendly" collocation, yet one with such dire baggage, especially when one contemplates the interoperability (or lack, thereof) among various TM products.
However, before I get too contemplative, I'd like to raise a glass (of orange juice, unfermented) to some of the amusing customers we get at the store.
Like the gentleman who today browsed through the stack of brand-new newspapers, looking at each one as if expecting different headlines on different copies, in search (I guess) of "the perfect page"... or the woman at the head of a line of customers who spent one minute (by the clock, I looked) rummaging through her change purse to make up 56 cents, with most of that time devoted to deciding exactly which two quarters - of the several that inhabited said purse - she was finally going to part with... or the 30-something yuppie who categorically refused to buy a brightly colored, perfectly serviceable 37-cent stamp that says LOVE on it, because the envelope the stamp is intended for is a credit card bill, and he'll be dipped in boiling oil before allowing any such sentiment to be expressed on mail to them... or the 50-something hippie who refuses to buy stamps with flags on them, because they're a symbol of the "military-industrial complex"... or the hippie's 50-something patriot counterpart who won't use stamps with the U.S. flag on them because the thought of a machine - or a hand - striking that red-white-and-blue image for the purpose of defacing it (which is what happens when the stamp is canceled) is simply too much to bear.
But it's better for all concerned if I don't stray too far down this path.
I am truly tired. I'm going to look at the Wordfast docs upstairs.
Cheers...
