Translation "funny"...

I am currently translating a contract where the person drafting the document elected to have one of the parties named (hereafter, natch) "The Organization."

I have to tell you, I haven't had this much fun translating a contract in years, although it's an effort to not add language here and there alluding to "a couple of the boys dropping by" to straighten out any misunderstandings, should any occur.

Cheers...

Sea change...

Some disturbing news from New York seems to have affected me more than I care to speculate, made worse by the fact that I found out too late to have done anything about it today. I like to think that the issue has been pushed onto my internal "stack," but between the difficulty in doing so completely (i.e., pushing it out of my mind) and just the humdrum of Ongoing Stuff, I have noted a profound change in my mood.

The basic problem has to do with a "sudden" realization that I'm sitting here, at my computer, like an automaton, cranking out translations, and that - if you take a look at me in an hour, or in a day - I'll be basically in the same position, doing the same thing.

Of course, there's nothing "sudden" about this, as I've been a translator for a good, long time. Nevertheless, the feeling is there.

Part of it may be due to my having located my "office" in a corner of the living room, looking out (when the blinds are up) over the mountains, which is a scene that rarely fails to bring a smile to my lips. At this time of day, the blinds must come down because the sun is in my eyes, and with the slivers of bright sunlight slipping through the control cord slits comes the perception of a very palpable heat radiating from the window and the wall.

On the one hand, I think the immediate solution is to throw the dog and myself into the car and go for a drive. On the other, I have 1700 words in my self-assigned quota for the day.

Maybe an hour...? I'm off!

Cheers...