Grrr

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I’m involved in a war with a woman in my office. Don’t worry — she doesn’t know we’re at war. It’s the kind of thing where I was given an unpleasant thing to do, but I did it, and now she wants to do it again.

Not a big thing (really), but one finds that having done this nuisance of a thing, one feels quite possessive about the outcome and the idea of her redoing the whole bother is extremely annoying. One wonders why the stupid thing was not given to her in the first place. One thinks she may not have been so keen on it if she was doing it for the first time rather than redoing someone else’s work.

One feels that one might just go ahead and order the labels (yes, we are talking about label purchasing, not nuclear holocaust or anything) oneself just out of principle. Which would be foolish — one doesn’t really need to make hundred dollar donations, tempting as it may be, to the institution.

Anyway.

N finished her thesis, and sent us a copy! I think it’s great — several thoughtful comments on the difficulty of subtitling and translating in general as well as in the context of her film, and then a DVD of the subtitled film itself. It’s like a real movie! You can watch it, read her subtitles, and understand what’s going on! In fact, I had watched part of it with her over Christmas, with her translating the Russian as we went along, and this was a much more satisfactory experience — the subtitles kind of disappear, you understand the plot, and you find yourself paying attention to what is going on visually — you see Fandorin’s sad smile as he says he can’t afford to go to the University, and you realize that the German governess is actually excited by danger and horrific events, and you understand that Inspector Grushin is a kind man, and much more perceptive than he appears at first. It’s good!

In other news, my grandmother gave me her mother’s silver — I am named after her, in fact — and now I seem to have enough silver to entertain the Mongol horde. It is beautiful. I have fish forks, and ice cream forks wrapped up in little labelled rolls, and a big wooden box with my great-grandmother’s name on it for the rest. I can have luncheon and dinner parties, apparently. Maybe I will.

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8 thoughts on “Grrr

  1. I, too, work with that woman. Her commute must be beastly. Also, I wish to attend your luncheon or tea party. I love old silver and would like to be able to admire yours AND I blend well with Mongol hordes.

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