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Feeling wilted...
Mar. 21st, 2008 09:15 pmI didn't go out of my way to post on LJ so far today, nor out of my way to not post. As it turned out, I finally sat down to get a handle on the 40K Job, and it's a doozie.
As is the case with most jobs that come in via PDF and aren't a collection of images of fax pages that have been walked on by an ink-dipped chicken suffering from an avian version of chorea Sancti Viti, I try to OCR the files so as to have an editable file to work with. Most times, I succeed.
However, the files I'm working on right now are miserable, consisting largely of tables inside of tables, which my version of FineReader doesn't handle very well. It took a couple of hours to "clean up" a couple of thousand words of OCR, after which I was pretty tired and thinking that I could have probably translated most of those words while formatting them.
In the middle of the afternoon, Galina and I went driving and ended up at a Ben's kosher deli/restaurant, which I remember fondly from a visit several years ago, but which disappointed us today. Galina has been feeling poorly since coming home, and I've just been feeling "blah," but that may be because my progress with the formatted source file has been pretty slow today (I've done about 1500 words, and that may turn out to be it until tomorrow.)
So in the end, I may go back to processing these documents the old fashioned way. However I slice the job, I need to start picking up the pace before the pace starts to beat me down.
Apparently, charging the "new" battery in the 3G iPod for excessive periods of time seem to have improved its charge retention characteristics, although the battery will still discharge rapidly once it gets to a certain point. Still, the unit is now good for a few hours, whereas before it would go belly up after mere minutes.
I finally redeemed an iTunes card that I've had for nearly ever and then bought an inexpensive album of Qi Gong music, and an album of music by Tchaikovsky and Berlioz that has a pretty solid 5-star rating among people who deigned to review it. I bought it for the 1812 Overture, which is one of my favorites not only musically, but also because it offers a broad range of possibilities in presenting it.
My favorite version, however, is among the first that I heard, on a quadraphonic album that my old man bought, in which the sound of cannon was a track of naval gunfire that was deliberately not synchronized to the music (I generally frown on such synchronization, but understand why it may be called for.) A close second is a version I heard on public radio a few years ago, the details of which involved - believe it or not - Scotland (either the orchestra was Scottish, or the performance took place there, or the cannon was fired there, or something).
I signed on with a service called passpack.com, and it seems like a pretty interesting concept, especially if you find a need to log into the Internet from places not completely under your control (i.e., your home).
The idea behind the service is that it stores a locked data package for you, the password to which is only in your possession. The service bills itself as an all-in-one password manager, automatic login, and personal vault, and I plan to look into it in more detail in the days ahead. The idea seems pretty well thought out (so far, I am particularly impressed with the anti-phishing message and the ability to create disposable logins).
I'm going to call it a day and try to relax and get a good night's sleep.
Cheers...
As is the case with most jobs that come in via PDF and aren't a collection of images of fax pages that have been walked on by an ink-dipped chicken suffering from an avian version of chorea Sancti Viti, I try to OCR the files so as to have an editable file to work with. Most times, I succeed.
However, the files I'm working on right now are miserable, consisting largely of tables inside of tables, which my version of FineReader doesn't handle very well. It took a couple of hours to "clean up" a couple of thousand words of OCR, after which I was pretty tired and thinking that I could have probably translated most of those words while formatting them.
In the middle of the afternoon, Galina and I went driving and ended up at a Ben's kosher deli/restaurant, which I remember fondly from a visit several years ago, but which disappointed us today. Galina has been feeling poorly since coming home, and I've just been feeling "blah," but that may be because my progress with the formatted source file has been pretty slow today (I've done about 1500 words, and that may turn out to be it until tomorrow.)
So in the end, I may go back to processing these documents the old fashioned way. However I slice the job, I need to start picking up the pace before the pace starts to beat me down.
Apparently, charging the "new" battery in the 3G iPod for excessive periods of time seem to have improved its charge retention characteristics, although the battery will still discharge rapidly once it gets to a certain point. Still, the unit is now good for a few hours, whereas before it would go belly up after mere minutes.
I finally redeemed an iTunes card that I've had for nearly ever and then bought an inexpensive album of Qi Gong music, and an album of music by Tchaikovsky and Berlioz that has a pretty solid 5-star rating among people who deigned to review it. I bought it for the 1812 Overture, which is one of my favorites not only musically, but also because it offers a broad range of possibilities in presenting it.
My favorite version, however, is among the first that I heard, on a quadraphonic album that my old man bought, in which the sound of cannon was a track of naval gunfire that was deliberately not synchronized to the music (I generally frown on such synchronization, but understand why it may be called for.) A close second is a version I heard on public radio a few years ago, the details of which involved - believe it or not - Scotland (either the orchestra was Scottish, or the performance took place there, or the cannon was fired there, or something).
I signed on with a service called passpack.com, and it seems like a pretty interesting concept, especially if you find a need to log into the Internet from places not completely under your control (i.e., your home).
The idea behind the service is that it stores a locked data package for you, the password to which is only in your possession. The service bills itself as an all-in-one password manager, automatic login, and personal vault, and I plan to look into it in more detail in the days ahead. The idea seems pretty well thought out (so far, I am particularly impressed with the anti-phishing message and the ability to create disposable logins).
I'm going to call it a day and try to relax and get a good night's sleep.
Cheers...
