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Jun. 27th, 2015 10:55 pmMy best client sent me a translation to edit on the sole basis of my familiarity with the subject matter of the translation and my English language skills. The source document, alas, would have done me no good, as it is written in a language I cannot comprehend.
The first 30 minutes or so of this exercise were the hardest, mostly because I had to struggle to figure out just what was being said, because the terminology was "off." After a couple of false starts, I actually cleared away a portion of my work surface to start drawing a map of the different ways the terminology might be combined to make sense (or at least sense the way I understand it).
And it's a funny thing that I've begun to notice, lately, but as soon as I decide to undertake such an approach to make sense of something, that "something" almost immediately sorts itself out and starts to make sense, which seems to me to be evidence either of colossal mental laziness holding sway before I snap myself out of it, or the strong amplifying, or perhaps clarifying, effect of wielding a physical pen (and, more recently, tapping on a keyboard) on my mental processes. I'll not quibble about why it works, but it apparently does, and did for document at hand.
For a change of scene, at around 11 am I took Alla along with me to visit the "farmer's market" that's held on Saturdays over in Nassau Bay, not far from our house. The parking lot was very nearly full when we got there, and the reason for my visit—to buy some kombucha from a local (Galveston) brewer of the stuff—found me standing in one rather long line while Alla visited the other vendors. Her overall impression of the market was that pretty much everything was rather pricy. (I cannot argue, as the kombucha I paid $5 for could be bought inside an adjoining "health food" store for $3.50, and less than that at a chain store such as Kroger.)
The edit seemed to go on forever, but I finally finished it. It will go out tomorrow, at which time I will continue to plow through the 8 remaining assignments on my "plate."
Gonna be a big day, tomorrow, I ga-ron-tee!
The first 30 minutes or so of this exercise were the hardest, mostly because I had to struggle to figure out just what was being said, because the terminology was "off." After a couple of false starts, I actually cleared away a portion of my work surface to start drawing a map of the different ways the terminology might be combined to make sense (or at least sense the way I understand it).
And it's a funny thing that I've begun to notice, lately, but as soon as I decide to undertake such an approach to make sense of something, that "something" almost immediately sorts itself out and starts to make sense, which seems to me to be evidence either of colossal mental laziness holding sway before I snap myself out of it, or the strong amplifying, or perhaps clarifying, effect of wielding a physical pen (and, more recently, tapping on a keyboard) on my mental processes. I'll not quibble about why it works, but it apparently does, and did for document at hand.
For a change of scene, at around 11 am I took Alla along with me to visit the "farmer's market" that's held on Saturdays over in Nassau Bay, not far from our house. The parking lot was very nearly full when we got there, and the reason for my visit—to buy some kombucha from a local (Galveston) brewer of the stuff—found me standing in one rather long line while Alla visited the other vendors. Her overall impression of the market was that pretty much everything was rather pricy. (I cannot argue, as the kombucha I paid $5 for could be bought inside an adjoining "health food" store for $3.50, and less than that at a chain store such as Kroger.)
The edit seemed to go on forever, but I finally finished it. It will go out tomorrow, at which time I will continue to plow through the 8 remaining assignments on my "plate."
Gonna be a big day, tomorrow, I ga-ron-tee!
