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melting of ice and melting of brain
Feb. 6th, 2004 03:10 pmI went off to the French coffee hour for the first time this semester. Today being Candlemas, there were crepes. Unfortunately I had just had breakfast.
After that I went off to the library and tried to do more research. It's amazingly difficult to find reviews of translations that actually mention the quality of the translation. Having to do this for an author who did a lot of writing before I was born is even worse. Tomorrow I go hunting in the New York Times Book Review microfilm.
I got a KentLingua message today about a translation company in Framingham, MA looking for French translators. If this were next year, I'd be all over applying for it. As it is, though, I don't think I'm qualified enough yet and I don't think I can apply in good conscience because I'm stuck out here for another year anyway. That's the rational side of my brain. The irrational side thinks a chance like this probably won't ever come up again and I should apply anyway. I'm telling the irrational side to shut up.
It's warm(ish) out today and the ice is melting. There's actually grass sticking out of it in places. I haven't seen bare grass since before Christmas. Quite the novel idea, it is.
I think it might be lunchtime.
After that I went off to the library and tried to do more research. It's amazingly difficult to find reviews of translations that actually mention the quality of the translation. Having to do this for an author who did a lot of writing before I was born is even worse. Tomorrow I go hunting in the New York Times Book Review microfilm.
I got a KentLingua message today about a translation company in Framingham, MA looking for French translators. If this were next year, I'd be all over applying for it. As it is, though, I don't think I'm qualified enough yet and I don't think I can apply in good conscience because I'm stuck out here for another year anyway. That's the rational side of my brain. The irrational side thinks a chance like this probably won't ever come up again and I should apply anyway. I'm telling the irrational side to shut up.
It's warm(ish) out today and the ice is melting. There's actually grass sticking out of it in places. I haven't seen bare grass since before Christmas. Quite the novel idea, it is.
I think it might be lunchtime.
