Note to editor...

The combination "fluorimetric bituminological analysis" can be found 7 times on Google, appearing mostly in what seem to be Chinese glossaries.

The combination "luminescent bitumen analysis" appears 10,400 times.

Using Runyon's Rule ("The race is not always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong—but that's the way to bet! "), one suspects that the second alternative (and, not coincidentally, the one I had in my translation) is the proper rendering of люминесцентно-битуминологический анализ.

We now return you to your weekend in progress.

Cheers...

Not feeling too bad, at the moment...

As of about 5:15 pm, I had about 3600 words left of the job due... basically by the time I hit the sack tonight. One hour later, I had whittled the count down to just under 3000 words, and in the two hours since then, I've nailed an additional 1350 words or so.

Looking at those numbers in the cold, gray light of early evening, it would appear that I'm due to finish in just under three hours. However, given my subjective experience over the past couple of hours, where one 30-minute period yielded 140 words, and another yielded over 500, there's not much that can be said other than completion of the document tonight is not out of the question (especially if one takes into account a sustantial nap that ended at 4:30 pm).

In other news... well, there really is little "other news" to speak of, besides Natalie letting me take a spin in her new car ( a sweet machine).

I am approaching the end of my declared 30-minute break... so it's back to the fact of the bitumen mine.

Cheers...

All over but the...

...checking, of course, although I've just finished the spell check. Tomorrow morning, early (not too much of a stretch, considering that Shiloh likes to get up early, and makes no bones about letting me know about it), I'll do a heavy spot check (as that's really all that one can do under the circumstances), clean up the file and send it off.

Wow, and I can even apply for a full night's sleep, if I do so soon!

Cheers...

Milestones...

It occurs to me that, for the first time in three years, I'm not spending the 14th of July in Baikonur. I'm not exactly sure that, ceteris paribus, I'd want to spend the 14th of July in France, necessarily (it being a holiday, and all, with everything a holiday entails in Europe), but I suppose not celebrating the day in Kazakhstan is progress, of a sort.

In other news, the second major urban blackout of my experience occurred thirty years and a day ago in New York. I wrote about that event and the earlier blackout of November 9, 1965 in my LJ, here.

I'm still trying to wrestle with that "thirty" number.

Cheers...