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The Burns Effect...
The best laid plans are just about guarateed to "gang aft agley" around here, let me tell you.
We had planned for me to start translating this morning, while Galina went to Durango to meet the truck from our box supplier and Drew opened the store. We overslept - kind of - so it ended up I was the only one even nearly dressed at 7 am, which is when one must leave Pagosa to be in Durango at 8 am or so. So I went to Durango.
It was that kind of day. When I returned, I did the report, finding out that our annual postal audit occurs tomorrow. There's nothing to worry about, of course, but still... the prospect of an audit always get the ol' ticker beating a little faster and raises the adrenaline level in the blood.
Anyway, upon getting home, I faced down the translation and spent an inordinate amount of time looking up stuff that, ultimately, I gave up on. Heck, I'd even cracked open the copy of the Dal' dictionary that I'd bought a couple of years ago, more just to have and look at from time to time than actually refer to in doing contemporary translations. Interestingly enough, it often provides some interesting insight into words encountered in modern texts.
Anyway, by the time post-dinner rolled around, Galina and I had decided to watch a movie. Since I did not do enough translating during the day, I'm here in the office while she's watching another movie.
Our film for the evening was St. Ives, a trailer for which I saw, if memory serves, on the disk for La Promesse. The only actor I readily recognized is Richard E. Grant, who stars in a BBC series (at least, I think it's a series) highlighting the adventures of the Scarlet Pimpernel (I've only seen a couple of episodes, each of which runs like a full-length feature).
In this film, the hero is a Hussar officer named, appropriately enough, Jacques de Keroual de Saint-Yves. His fellow officers so want a piece of him in a duel, that they give him no rest as they line up for appointments to get shot, slashed, skewered, etc. In the end, our hero devises a scheme to get out of the duels, but inadvertenly falls into enemy hands (the enemy being the English, dontcha know... it's the last days of Napoleon).
I could go on, but I'd give it all away, and that wouldn't be sporting, would it? Richard E. Grant provides quite a bit of comic relief as Major Farquhar Chevening, who is about as tongue-tied as you can get when it comes to addressing women, and the rest of the cast works wonderfully together.
This was a wonderfully easy film to watch. Very old-fashioned, almost certainly a fairy tale, but with heroes and villains and swashbuckling swordplay and hot-air balloon flights. An instant favorite.
Cheers...
We had planned for me to start translating this morning, while Galina went to Durango to meet the truck from our box supplier and Drew opened the store. We overslept - kind of - so it ended up I was the only one even nearly dressed at 7 am, which is when one must leave Pagosa to be in Durango at 8 am or so. So I went to Durango.
It was that kind of day. When I returned, I did the report, finding out that our annual postal audit occurs tomorrow. There's nothing to worry about, of course, but still... the prospect of an audit always get the ol' ticker beating a little faster and raises the adrenaline level in the blood.
Anyway, upon getting home, I faced down the translation and spent an inordinate amount of time looking up stuff that, ultimately, I gave up on. Heck, I'd even cracked open the copy of the Dal' dictionary that I'd bought a couple of years ago, more just to have and look at from time to time than actually refer to in doing contemporary translations. Interestingly enough, it often provides some interesting insight into words encountered in modern texts.
Anyway, by the time post-dinner rolled around, Galina and I had decided to watch a movie. Since I did not do enough translating during the day, I'm here in the office while she's watching another movie.
Our film for the evening was St. Ives, a trailer for which I saw, if memory serves, on the disk for La Promesse. The only actor I readily recognized is Richard E. Grant, who stars in a BBC series (at least, I think it's a series) highlighting the adventures of the Scarlet Pimpernel (I've only seen a couple of episodes, each of which runs like a full-length feature).
In this film, the hero is a Hussar officer named, appropriately enough, Jacques de Keroual de Saint-Yves. His fellow officers so want a piece of him in a duel, that they give him no rest as they line up for appointments to get shot, slashed, skewered, etc. In the end, our hero devises a scheme to get out of the duels, but inadvertenly falls into enemy hands (the enemy being the English, dontcha know... it's the last days of Napoleon).
I could go on, but I'd give it all away, and that wouldn't be sporting, would it? Richard E. Grant provides quite a bit of comic relief as Major Farquhar Chevening, who is about as tongue-tied as you can get when it comes to addressing women, and the rest of the cast works wonderfully together.
This was a wonderfully easy film to watch. Very old-fashioned, almost certainly a fairy tale, but with heroes and villains and swashbuckling swordplay and hot-air balloon flights. An instant favorite.
Cheers...