Stray thoughts, tamed.
Father, forgive me, for indulging in silence and in solitude.
My days are layered. One day is heaped upon another in an endless stream. Swirling currents from years gone by flow through them.
Those principles, and the countless conversations we had which bound them together, form an imaginary, well-thumbed book.
I like to wear socks whose bona fides are intact. You might think its strange, but I have an aversion to that horrible little thread in cheap socks that worms its way between my toes.
The grandeur of ancient history as a backdrop to mid-career learning adds a certain dignity to the concepts we grapple with, seek to redefine and thereafter implement in our daily work. This was why I had been looking forward to going to Tarragona to this, my second METM, the annual conference of Mediterranean Editors &... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, even as a freelance translator who is free to wear her boots as often as she likes in her semi-rural home village, business comes before comfort. That's okay, I have boots for business meetings in big cities too.
These are exciting and interesting times for those who crave knowledge. All the more reason to create a cave.
Beware of fake profiles and fake messages. Keep your eyes peeled. Read what Rose Newell spotted... Here's what I've discovered about a possible identity scam, the latest in a string of such scams to target translators.I never received the email, but a familiar colleague posted in The League of Extraordinary Translators on Facebook to say... Continue Reading →
The quotation in the title comes from a song, from the 2009 musical film, Nine, sung by singer Fergie. In the film she plays the part of Saraghina. The song is giving advice to pubescent boys on how to make a woman happy in a delightfully sensuous way, if one ignores all associated stereotypes about... Continue Reading →
I should not have done that. I should not have opened one of the few repositories of mementos I have - an old leather writing case which was once a favourite of my mother's - to look for an appropriately elegant bookmark for a gem of a book I'm reading. The book has a history... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 