Regardless of which method you use, the important thing is to have a system to record terminological knowledge gained.
The terminological minefield
The Scatterling series – 44 & 45
Being where you are meant to be. I have been fortunate to have found my spot, something which was confirmed in so many indescribable small ways when I spent three weeks with my entire immediate family in Brisbane, Australia, over Christmas 2014. It was great seeing my family, but none of the places I... Continue Reading →
The Scatterling series – 40–43
Multiple sclerosis has stolen by corrosive degrees the very thing that sustained us; it has eroded the passion, hollowed us both out; the outer casing is cracked and does not hold.
The Scatterling series – 39
Today is dedicated solely to the story about dogs for two reasons. The first is that the illustration of the puppies appears in the dedication of the book, and because I came across a couple of photos of the dogs mentioned in the story, and thought that a spot of colour from some real photos... Continue Reading →
The Scatterling series – 35, 36, 37 & 38
I should finish telling you about going shopping after gardening while still wearing my gardening clothes. My shopping was of the unexciting kind. It involved getting a new gas canister on which the production of hot water in my household is dependent, and putting fuel in my car, on which so many aspects of my... Continue Reading →
The Scatterling series – 31, 32 & 33 – er, & 34
My handwriting is very scribbly these days, so here is a transcription of the words on the pink bit of paper: Someone in the tax office today reminded me how much I dislike the sound of finger nails drumming on wood. Since the arbitrary delineation marking the passage of time has recently clocked the addition... Continue Reading →
500 words before breakfast
Content warning: Vegetarians will not like the images. In my penultimate post you saw a smidgin of my analysis of 2015 figures, which was the first step in figuring out how I would like to deal with 2016. The chief problem I had was one of proper time management. So I have come up with... Continue Reading →
Flagging a quip
~Sources of Joy ~ Day 212 I have been fighting with my text today, but then I remembered what someone else once said - as one does, and felt so much better for it. Anna Haxen, a Danish to English translator, thought what she had to say in a forum one day was pretty unremarkable,... Continue Reading →
What your translation business deserves
I spent yesterday, and the evening before, interacting with fellow translators in real life and attending a workshop presented by Daniela Zambrini and coordinated by organiser supreme, Paula Ribeiro. The cost of the workshop itself was the least expensive part of my trip, thanks to the generosity of people who believe in sharing knowledge -... Continue Reading →
Decisions
Sources of Joy - Days 96 and 97 Perhaps I have been unduly influenced by a curious blend, inter alia∗, of pop psychology, New Age thinking and French literary trends c. 1920–1960. Today's events on my little planet revolved around the theme of choice, something I expounded upon at length for about a decade straddling... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 