ATISA, day the 1th
Mar. 24th, 2006 11:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesLast night I went to bed at midnight PST (3 AM EST). Then I proceeded to wake up, for no apparent reason, every couple of hours or so until 5:45 PST, at which point I either got somebody else's leftover wakeup call, or somebody put in a wakeup call to the wrong room, and called again at 6:15. I wanted to be up at 6:30 anyway, but I was a bit miffed about the 6:15 call. I wandered off to the conference hotel in time for free breakfast, and the first presentation started at 8:30.
The conference hotel has been taking lessons from the Escher Hilton. It's built up the side of a hill so steep that it's got four different levels of buildings. The lobby's in a building at the bottom level, one of the conference rooms is on the next level up, the other is on the level above that, and the reception tonight was on the level above that. Lots and lots and lots of stairs, and somebody from the conference fell down enough of them tonight to break her wrist and get the paramedics to come take her off on a stretcher.
And there was my presentation right before lunch, and it went as well as could be expected for my having to read it off my laptop screen instead of off paper. My ex-scientific translation professor said it was superb. (It isn't, but it went over pretty well and nobody really blindsided me with any questions I couldn't answer.)
So, anybody want to read this thing? Leave me an email address either here or at the address in my userinfo and I'll send you a copy. I'm not going to post it here because it's nine pages long, double spaced.
I'm tired, but it's the good kind of tired. I love being confronted with ideas I would never have thought of, to which my immediate reaction is "whoa, that's incredibly cool!" There was a marvelous presentation today on the parallels between erotic relationships and the relationships between text and translator. The metaphor breaks down when it gets to the editing phase of translation, but up until then, it's fascinating stuff.
The only problem is that somebody put on my badge that my affiliation is Harvard Medical School, and I have to keep explaining that no, Harvard Medical School has not suddenly up and started offering a translation program (although somebody I was talking to said it would be a good idea to have them start a medical interpreting course); I work there to pay the bills while I'm not translating.
I must be alone in a hotel; it's the only place on earth I would have been eating chocolate ice cream in bed, within two feet of the computer, which was sitting on the same bed. Not the greatest idea I've ever had, but never the twain shall meet, either, so it's all good.
Yep, I'm tired, all right.
The conference hotel has been taking lessons from the Escher Hilton. It's built up the side of a hill so steep that it's got four different levels of buildings. The lobby's in a building at the bottom level, one of the conference rooms is on the next level up, the other is on the level above that, and the reception tonight was on the level above that. Lots and lots and lots of stairs, and somebody from the conference fell down enough of them tonight to break her wrist and get the paramedics to come take her off on a stretcher.
And there was my presentation right before lunch, and it went as well as could be expected for my having to read it off my laptop screen instead of off paper. My ex-scientific translation professor said it was superb. (It isn't, but it went over pretty well and nobody really blindsided me with any questions I couldn't answer.)
So, anybody want to read this thing? Leave me an email address either here or at the address in my userinfo and I'll send you a copy. I'm not going to post it here because it's nine pages long, double spaced.
I'm tired, but it's the good kind of tired. I love being confronted with ideas I would never have thought of, to which my immediate reaction is "whoa, that's incredibly cool!" There was a marvelous presentation today on the parallels between erotic relationships and the relationships between text and translator. The metaphor breaks down when it gets to the editing phase of translation, but up until then, it's fascinating stuff.
The only problem is that somebody put on my badge that my affiliation is Harvard Medical School, and I have to keep explaining that no, Harvard Medical School has not suddenly up and started offering a translation program (although somebody I was talking to said it would be a good idea to have them start a medical interpreting course); I work there to pay the bills while I'm not translating.
I must be alone in a hotel; it's the only place on earth I would have been eating chocolate ice cream in bed, within two feet of the computer, which was sitting on the same bed. Not the greatest idea I've ever had, but never the twain shall meet, either, so it's all good.
Yep, I'm tired, all right.
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Date: 2006-03-25 05:27 am (UTC)I'd be interesting in reading it, too.