What, no karate chop? <disappointed face>
I think you should do your thesis on the American (or English, whatever) treatment of 2 Korean classics (and just what would they be, pray?) and compare and contrast the two. It would be very helpful if one were a classic classic and one was a modern, post WW2 or Korean War classic. Or add another one, written during the Japanese occupation of Korea to spice things up.
I want to do your work more than my own! Gah.
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Oooooh boy. I’m still having interesting times.
My train broke down again. Except this time I knew exactly what was wrong with it and what diagnostic tests I should perform. So I performed them and this confirmed my suspicions. My train was broken.
So that’s two breakdowns, one vomitted-on and one bled-on all within a week (did I mention the blood all over the train? I may have forgotten. Some kid playing with a knife and he managed to slash his hand. Brain of Britain stuff obviously. :rolleyes: ). Overall I think this evening’s breakdown was the best. There was absolutely nothing I could do and I did that in the official, prescribed manner. If I might brag a little, I was highly competent in not fixing my train. I’m quite proud of myself. 
Tired, too. Had another bullshit fire run tonight that I just now got home from; smoke in a house. I don’t know the cause, but we got 3 blocks from the station before we were released. Kinda refreshing after Sunday.
Not so cold tonight, but cold enough anyway riding the open jump seat on a fire engine… Brrr.
I turned the house upside down, reorganized my yarn stash, and still can’t find my needles anywhere. Dagnabit! Well, one of the yarn stores is supposed to be getting a new shipment in this week, so I’ll guess I’ll have to buy another set. I have a vague memory of leaving them somewhere not in the house, and I think I must have forgotten them somewhere, like the doctor’s office, which is the last place I had them. Next time, I’m putting my name and phone number on them, so they’ll come back.
On the bright side, while reorganizing the stash, I found the perfect beads for the purse. Now I just have to tink (knit backwards) the row I’d already beaded. I found the perfect yarn for sock class tomorrow night, and the right yarn for my homework, too. I threw out some yarn that was never going to be anything useful, donated some more to the Salvation Army, and still have some that I’m wondering what I was thinking and what I’m supposed to do with it. The rest is waiting patiently for its turn.
Just a drive by, my day has been pissy, but my new camera just arrived! It’s a Canon PowerShot A640. I am heading off to take a long bath with a glass of nerve tonic and the manual. Cross your fingers that I will be posting a photo later!
home from work, nothing to report. I am having dinner and nerve tonic. One of the players on the Hurricanes went AWOL rather than go to the minor leuge team for a week. That will end well.
FCM, neat car. I am glad idiot stupidhead is going to get reamed. I hate bad bosses.
rosie, I hope you feel more energetic tomorrow.
kai, how bout some Pom pics?
zelie, I have done the blood and puke thing. Luckily I was off the day the guy dropped dead in the store lobby. :eek:
puggy, I fried fish once last year. Burned the @##%# out of my self. And guess what my Knights of Columbus council is doing for Lent? ::goes fetal::
Wow, sounds like Idiot Stupidhead has taken the fast track to a dead end career. That’s some serious fucking up he managed to put together, isn’t it? Isn’t it nice when karma does its thing to the most deserving?
Bummer on losing your Denise needles, Jahdra! I love mine, and in this chaotic mess that is my office their box is one of the few things I can always locate. Of course, I’ve only had them for a year, so give me time.
I’m looking forward to pictures, kai!
Time for sleepybye.
The thing is, there hasn’t been a whole lot of American treatment of Korean classics. There’s a whole movement to get more Korean literature translated but the stuff out there is low on both quality and quantity. That’s why I’m doing Korean American literature. (Plus, Korean post-war literature is f–king depressing. Like babies-with-maggots-crawling-in-their-ears depressing.)
The work of others always seems more fun. I want to do everyone’s theses but I don’t want to touch mine with a bargepole. :dubious:
That’s one of my reasons to read book in the original language if I can… it’s amazing what Babelfishes you get, some are more like Babelwhales.
And yet, every time someone who doesn’t know me personally wants me to do translation work, they expect me to use automated translation tools. I could probably get a better translation of A Midsummer’s Night Dream (to choose something where I’m not familiar with half the vocabulary) on first draft using my 10lb dictionary than with any of the automated tools I’ve seen.
Oh God, automated tools suck. I can’t believe people would want to use that for formal translations! You’re right, Nava, anyone with a reading knowledge of the language and a dictionary could do better than that.
Honestly, people think translating is so easy when you’re bilingual - I had teachers in high school who would casually give me random stuff to translate “because for you it’s nothing, right?” Um, no. Just because I speak both languages doesn’t mean I’m some kind of translating machine that runs on auto-pilot.
But that’s neither here nor there. I am going to finish up my presentation for tomorrow, and then it’s off to bed.
Just a quick howdy.
Work has been hellacious. I didn’t leave until nearly seven last night. I didn’t stay nearly as late tonight, but I am TAH’RED!
I’ll try to post in the morning.
Hugs and smooches to all who need them. I briefly perused some the of MMP before posting. Grats on the new car, FCM!
CACs always make me think of the Bill the Cat. We’ve had to use our CACs to access our computers for about a year now. It’s a real pain in the ass because it does take longer. Also, because people were so used to leaving their CACs in their readers, they installed some sort of alarm that’s supposed to sound if you log off and leave the card. However, the push didn’t work on my 'puter. :rolleyes:
Oh well. I’m pretty religious about remembering it anyway.
Keys…I haven’t locked them in my car for eons. Hopefully, now that I’ve said that, it won’t be jinxed and have it happen to me now.
Well, off to watch Lost.
Nighty-night.
I got to work late this morning. The reason? Snow! Yeah, about an inch of the stuff and it’s chaos out there in commuterland. There were no buses running on my route today, all the schools are closed, the trains are on an emergency timetable and there’s barely any of the white stuff around.
Bah! I need tea.
:: Makes sure “No Snow” signs are still up and working:: Yep.
I get to work on accreditation stuff today. YAY. :rolleyes: I predict my door will get closed for a while so I can mutter the appropriate phrases that go along with stuff like this without fear of being overheard.
CAC. Bill the Cat. HEE! Funny Taters.
I have Bill the Cat and Opus dolls, both are wearing “Bill and Opus in '88” buttons.
I may actually get to work on time today. Or I could sabotage the fact that I’m awake and dressed this early and play solitaire for another hour
That tea would be good with rum in it.
Ellen, that’s adorable.
rosie, I’m glad the medication is working. Wait. That didn’t sound right.
Bibkitty, how are you doing? How are things?
I think that tea would be good with rum in it. Yesterday at work I started suggesting that we all start drinking at nine-thirty. It felt like a movies-hot-chocolate-and-booze day, not a work day. Unfortunately I was forced to stay until five. Drat. And no nerve tonic.
Yesterday in dance class we did swivelling forward and back hip kick, with pickiness about getting the arms right. For all our viewers at home, to do hip kick (which is one of the very basic movements) you stand up straight, and push your bellybutton in a little so your back is straight.
Okay, now… cripes this is hard to explain… rotate your hips back and forth. Like a washing machine. Keep your spine straight, and the movement horizontal. Flat. Okay, now sneak one foot half a step in front, keeping the motion going. When the side with the foot that’s out reaches back position (forward, back, forward, back), you sort of sit into it. On the next twist, you lift your foot of the floor. The accent is either even between the two, or more on the sit.
Sit, kick, sit, kick.
I’m not going to walk you all through swivelling back and forward.
We also did turning with hip circles (quarter, half, and three quarter turns). In the second class we did continuous walking shimmy, on toe. I have no sense of balance, so it was no fun. Shimmy is (straight back! Stand up! Ribcage lifted!) bending and straightening the knees rapidly, with your hips relaxed, so your don’t shake all over. It’s not really a voluntary one-two. You absorb the motion into your stomach so your upper body doesn’t move. Okay, now do it on tiptoe. Okay, now do it standing on one leg, because you’re walking forward very slowly.
After that we did forward and back twisting hip slides with shimmy, which are not even possible.
Does anyone stand up at their desk and attempt any of this? Or read it, even?
I think I’ll bake tomorrow. I’m all tired today. I’ve got to poach a large pack of chicken breasts and clean the kitchen. I think that’s alll I feel like doing.
I have yet to come to life. I’m only on my third cup of coffee. I had a hideous nightmare last night, woke up and told dear husband–who related that he’d had a hideous one of his own. So we had a little pity party and went back to sleep.
I have not one but TWO marketing meetings today. Kill me now. I’m wearing my kickass boots, so nobody better mess with me.
So, one of the secretaries over at our district office last night, e-mailed me a 30 page document. It’s the text of our counter-proposal to my driver’s union, which I need for today’s 4 hours in the [del]deepest depths of hell[/del] negotiation session.
At the bottom of the e-mail is a request to print 15 copies in color, which is needed because it’s redlined.
So I come in this morning and start printing, when another secretary calls me and says “was this note meant for you or me, about printing this?”
So I re-read the e-mail, and there’s this other girl’s name in front of the request to print the thing. So, we both did. So we killed an extra tree.
Where’s my coffee?
Oh, and haze, can I send you a copy and get it translated into Korean?
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I have a stuffed Opus, but I was never able to find a stuffed Bill. sigh
So I’ve got my coffee and things are good thus far. Quiet, as mornings usually are, and just as I prefer it. My work-local is out of those seedless tangerines I so love, dammit! I had to buy some seedless Navel oranges instead. I don’t mind them but they’re harder to peel. Plus, they’re freaks of nature. I mean, the “navel”, it’s really a vestigial secondary orange in there. It’s like the Kuato of the fruit world. They’re tasty, though.
They’ve also not had my über-favourite danishes out in time for my arrival for the last few days, either. Either they’ve been coming out late or they haven’t been making them. Bastages. I want my danish! I shouldn’t be eating them because they’re probably like 300+ calories each, but I want one. They’re made of crack, I’m certain.
Zellie - Are you working in the tube or on the more long-range surface trains? The tube would explain the excess encounters with various undesirable bodily fluids. And the mechanical failures, for that matter. 
(Not that these don’t happen on the other trains, but there’s more ridership on the tube, so you’re much more likely to run afoul of the foul.) I’ve run across plenty enough of it just being a passenger on the Toronto subways, so I’m rather glad it’s not a part of my weekly regimen. 
LiLi - I don’t stand up at my desk and attempt, but trying to reconstruct the sequence of events in my head is entertaining.
