Good morning all, up and caffeinating here. Dotty, glad that the surgery isn’t as much as it could have been, and will be keeping you in my thoughts.
I’m still half asleep! But at least I’ve eaten a small sausage & cheese biscuit!
Now take into account that often English is used as a sort of “intermediate” translation. For example, a text was originally in Spanish, gets translated into English, and then from English into any other language in which it’s needed. I had a box for an aluminum laptop cooler base which was fine in Spanish (the original) and English, but for every other language the “cooler” had been translated as “more cold” instead of as “used to keep (the laptop) cold.”
And too many times translations aren’t even done by a translator, but by the receptionist. After all, she speaks English, right? Therefore, she can translate into German. Makes perfect sense that three years of “English for business” will bestow upon you the Awesome Power to translate contracts into Russian or Finnish.
Then add the figure of the “notarizer translator.” I have no idea what would a traductor jurado be called in English, but it’s someone whose translations are required to be completelly literal and are self-notarized. This leads to things like translating Spanish grades of “Bien” as “Well” (rather than something like B-), “Notable” as “Noticeable” (B), “Notable Alto” as “Noticeable Tall” (B+) or “Matrícula de Honor” as “License of Honor” (Honor Roll). Not only do they translate literally, it’s as if they pick the most unlikely option for any given word.
Given the quality of many of the translations I run into (“there’s no such thing as a bad translation,” mine gluteii maximii) I think the world hasn’t exploded yet because the majority of people really, really, really want to understand each other and share mojitos and cocacolas peacefully. Cos if the interpreters are half as bad…
Bloody hell, {{{{{{{Dotty}}}}}}}}}
MEEKS!!! :):)
Although – how did you ever guess whose birthday it was…? 
Welp, I’m back from a couple night in a Jerusalem hotel – as I mentioned, took the twins to see Special Teen*'s school on Open Day. All the kids did us proud
And we managed to squeeze in a good restaurant on Tuesday night, as well as a a visit to one of Jerusalem’s better museums Wednesday morning, too…
{{{Dotty}}} – I guess it could have been far worse, but I know that’s cold comfort. Hang in there!
Nava – some of those translations are hilarious! Well, at least when I don’t have to decipher them, they are…
Bobbio, Swampy, Doggio – y’all come on over, I promise I’ll brush up on the Bar Scene here just so I can take you car-crawling!
I can relate to what’s-her-name (Temperance?) from Bones – sometimes I think I need to pretend I’m a high-level Aspie in order for some of my IRL social communication skills to make sense… :smack: Reality, of course, is that I’m just a normally a-social, clumsy type…
- I’m really going to be in trouble three years down the road, when the moniker stops fitting! :eek:
Hey! You missed one!
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Echod - you’ve lived in Israel your whole life, yes? In the late 60s there was an Israeli pop song called (IIRC) Ha Ben Yakireem. My Macabbeah team in summer of '70 had to learn it for the final “perform-off” Does the title sound familiar at all?
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Oh, Dotty. I’m glad it’s not as bad as it could have been, but still… not fun. Let the people around you take care of YOU for awhile!
Up getting ready to go play at the park… Nearly awake. Happy to have a day off…
GT
Please keep my friend Sock Lady in your thoughts today. After 2 undesirable mammograms, she’s having another truly horrid sounding test today.
Whenever I get the time and money to finance my bicycle trip from Haifa to Eilat, you won’t have a way to get out of it… 
Blurf. No tornadees after all last night. No pages in the middle of the night, either, but I did come upon an overturned car on the way to work this morning. One person, she wasn’t hurt physically but she was well shaken (not stirred), and I’d hate to be the idiot who ran her off the road. She’d have strangled him slowly, and asked questions later.
Blurf. Trying to wake up.
I’m the only one here in my section…surprise, surprise, surprise…NOT.
Worse, I now I have attend a meeting over at the VA hospital again. The meeting is only supposed to last an hour and a half. Last time, it lasted three and a half hours. The project this meeting is about is supposed to be fucking complete. It’s not complete because they’re trying to “massage” the numbers. This isn’t my fucking project, and I’m tired of having to drop my work to do for this one. Ugh.
It’s damn cold here. Dropped down into the low 20s overnight and it was only about 28 degrees when I left for work this morning. On the plus side, there’s no moisture in the air, hence no snow.
I suppose I should do some work. Donwanna, but gotta do it because my afternoon is shot due to the stupid meeting.
It has jsut hit me that I have been home for almost 2 weeks and that I have to go back to being on the other side of the world in 2 days. And I burst into tears 
Glad the news wasn’t completely horrific Dotty.
Oh, mmmmmmmms. {hugs}
Oops… sorry I missed you earlier! :o
I’m pretty sure this would be Ha’ben Yakir li Ephraim (The part you probably know best starts about 2 minutes in, unless you really did the whole thing)
**Bobbio **-- you’re on, unless you expect me to actually ride with you…!
{{Dotty}} and {{mmmmmmms}}
I talked to a college friend and his wife last night, and they’re expecting… triplets. :eek: I can’t even imagine. She’s having lots of morning sickness, and is hoping it goes away at the end of the first trimester. I very wisely didn’t tell her about LiLi’s experience with the full nine months of morning sickness. She’s got enough to think about! She’s probably going to have to be on bed rest from 24 weeks on. Yuck. But they’re excited. And are going out to buy a minivan.
{{{{{{{ems}}}}}}}. What happened to the possible offer to work from California?
I had a little bright spot today. I do not have to attend the meeting over at the VA Hospital today. It’s been put off. Thank goodness.
Howdy Y’all! Home on a dreary and cool day. Work went by fast at least. Two more to go!
{{{mmmmmm}}} here’s hopin’ the job that would keep hubby and you together works out.
Taters yay on havin’t the meeting postponed. Boo on knowin’ it ain’t goin’ away.
taxi the thought of havin’ three little poop and pee factories to deal with at one time makes me all :eek:
Special1 the thought of entertainin’ BBBobbio, doggio and moi should make you all :eek:
Brekfast for dindin tonight. A good night for it too. Bacon/cheese omelettes, grits and bizkits. 'Twill be good!
Oh, ((((Dotty)))).
taxi, I have nightmares about having multiples. And bedrest for fourteen weeks? Aaagh! Although, some days, bedrest sounds pretty good.
Did anyone else’s husband decide to perform a huge, heroic, fiddly chore right after a baby was born? My mother says it’s common. Mr. Lissar decided to spend the month he was off re-organizing his itunes library. He didn’t vacuum or cook, but man were the songs organized. Until itunes automatically updated again. A neighbour’s husband built a deck. In February. The week after his daughter was born.
Mr. Lissar has been hearing about that for almost two years, and it has been made clear that the heroic thing he’s going to do this time is laundry. And cooking. And chasing Nat.
GilaMonster was in the hospital for the last 4 months of one pregnancy and the last 5 of another due to some sort of complication. 
I got some new used tires today and they are WONDERFUL! I can actually hear myself think again. Boo on the guy who sold me such crappy tires before.
THANKYOU!!!
Thank you so much - We did the intro part and the verse and chorus - but we stopped before the dance bit. We were half of the whole camp and I was in the youngest group so I was one of the repetitive singers while the senior teens sang the melody.
Veggie beef soup simmering on the stove and a loaf of white bread is makin’ in the bread machine. Supper will be yum.
FCD’s trek to Norfolk next week has been put off till the week after. Again. At least he’ll be here for our anniversary. My MIL cracked us up when we were at her place. She mentioned how this will be our 25th. Um, no, that was last year… So she was concerned about the card she’d bought us…
Time to feed the 4-legged residents. They’re driving me crazy. C’mon Firday!!!
Yup and yup. It all sounds horrifying. Soooooooooooooo glad it’s them and not me! 
I think they’ve (well, the dad-to-be at least) has skipped over thinking about all of that. He’s excited that there’ll be enough of them (including him) to play two-on-two basketball. And that he’ll have his own lawn mowing and raking team. I think he’s skipping any thoughts of kids under 10 years old.