Stray thoughts, tamed.
en «regardant par mon hublot» Greetings to 2017, and to all those who have resolved to look forward with renewed hope, etc., despite atmospheric turbulence encountered last year! I took time out between Christmas and New Year. I did not force myself to do anything as systematic as review last year's goals against what I... Continue Reading →
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 →
Summer can be blamed.As an habitual workaholic, I find it enormously worrying when the heat of the day provokes in me a lack of desire to do anything but lie down and go to sleep. Perhaps all that is required is for me to acclimatise to the summer temperatures and resist with determination the soporific... Continue Reading →
Note: The 4,100 words which follow contain my observations alone. You may see things differently, although I do hope that at least something strikes a chord. If you cannot stomach a text this long - a text I felt compelled to write - be glad that I put the poem and its translation at the... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 