Translation Service

January 5th, 2006  |  Published in old and busted  |  1 Comment

I have never met Ed face-to-face, but through the magic of the interweb, I learned how to say two things in Latin this evening:

“Terram Poloniae praeterivisti!” or “Oblitus es terrae Poloniae!”, either of which will serve, it seems, for “You forgot Poland!”


“Stercus nil poliendum,” for “don’t polish a turd.”

I didn’t ask for the second one. It was offered to me as a sort of secondhand gift, but it was welcome all the same.

Speaking of the interweb, tomorrow’s the night for the first episode of the second half of this season of Battlestar Galactica. I wonder how long it’ll take the cornucopia to spew forth an apple and some grapes?

Also, how many repetitions will it take me to learn which way to put the envelope in the sheet feeder in my printer so it prints with the addresses “right side up” in relationship to the flap on the back? Will anyone care if I never get it right? I caught myself grabbing another envelope to reprint one that I got wrong yesterday, but was stopped by this moment of zen-like clarity and insight that caused a small voice to whisper in my ear “It doesn’t fucking matter.”

Enlightened thus, I put a stamp on the faulty envelope and mailed it with a devil-may-care laugh.

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