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A good day...
Today finally felt like a day off, despite having a translation to do.
The translation itself, as one can see from previous posts, was an adventure. Very definitely an Adventure in Back-Translation. Despite the fact I spent probably twice as much time as was necessary to do the job, it was interesting to see what "decisions" were made by the program that created the original Russian language travesty, and to guess what the original English was on that basis.
In the early afternoon, Drew and I went and helped one of our customers move her belongings into a rented storage shed. That took almost two hours, and we stopped off at the "Timbers" on the way home for a brew. Bonding, and all that...
The kids left Huntur with us later this afternoon to buy some items at the grocery store. Everyone left at the house had a lot of fun; Huntur is getting medium-good at strumming the guitar (instead of trying to pry the strings off of the thing), and we played our first game of catch (though I am sure she had no idea what the heck we were trying to accomplish).
Dinner was a joint affair. Drew made pork chops; I finished making the spaghetti squash that I baked yesterday evening, frying it up with three colors of pepper (green, red, and orange). Washed it all down with some mushroom soup and a Warsteiner beer. Mm-m.
Later in the evening, I spent some time trying to slay the dragon of being able to type in English and Russian on a Linux box. More specifically, inside of the X Windows system. Though I tried to follow the instructions that are available on my machine, I made no progress toward my goal. As of yet, this is not a Big Deal. OTOH, part of one of my proposed presentations for the ATA Conference in Atlanta has to do with doing just that under X, so it's not exactly something to be treated as a dead letter.
I find myself avoiding the Oscar telecast, since I couldn't care less who wins, and I also thus avoid any gratuitous outbursts of political zeal (which this year might include rants by designer-garbed celebrities or executives to the effect of how Hollyweird will suffer unless the digital industry is brought under Holly^H^H^H^H^H Congress' control).
I think I shall sneak off and engage in some rack drill...
Cheers...
The translation itself, as one can see from previous posts, was an adventure. Very definitely an Adventure in Back-Translation. Despite the fact I spent probably twice as much time as was necessary to do the job, it was interesting to see what "decisions" were made by the program that created the original Russian language travesty, and to guess what the original English was on that basis.
In the early afternoon, Drew and I went and helped one of our customers move her belongings into a rented storage shed. That took almost two hours, and we stopped off at the "Timbers" on the way home for a brew. Bonding, and all that...
The kids left Huntur with us later this afternoon to buy some items at the grocery store. Everyone left at the house had a lot of fun; Huntur is getting medium-good at strumming the guitar (instead of trying to pry the strings off of the thing), and we played our first game of catch (though I am sure she had no idea what the heck we were trying to accomplish).
Dinner was a joint affair. Drew made pork chops; I finished making the spaghetti squash that I baked yesterday evening, frying it up with three colors of pepper (green, red, and orange). Washed it all down with some mushroom soup and a Warsteiner beer. Mm-m.
Later in the evening, I spent some time trying to slay the dragon of being able to type in English and Russian on a Linux box. More specifically, inside of the X Windows system. Though I tried to follow the instructions that are available on my machine, I made no progress toward my goal. As of yet, this is not a Big Deal. OTOH, part of one of my proposed presentations for the ATA Conference in Atlanta has to do with doing just that under X, so it's not exactly something to be treated as a dead letter.
I find myself avoiding the Oscar telecast, since I couldn't care less who wins, and I also thus avoid any gratuitous outbursts of political zeal (which this year might include rants by designer-garbed celebrities or executives to the effect of how Hollyweird will suffer unless the digital industry is brought under Holly^H^H^H^H^H Congress' control).
I think I shall sneak off and engage in some rack drill...
Cheers...