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I have the day to myself. I can work flat out from dawn till the middle of the night (OK, maybe 6:30). Everything will get done, and it will be done well and quickly!

Not.

Ideally, a long work day will be broken up by a walk to the bank or the mall to buy things we actually need, or even a trip to the gym!

Unideally, I will be unable to unglue myself from my computer and will need computer-related breaks. I have some favorites that I’d like to share–presented in order of “apparent intellectual worth.” (I made up this term after many long days decoding books on psychiatry that use a lot of similar sorts of terms.)

No. 1 “Abstract City” by Christoph Niemann. Intellectual by virtue of being from the New York Times. You can learn a lot from this guy, be totally entertained and never feel you are wasting time.  After going through his pieces (and you will), it becomes apparent that Niemann is a househusband of sorts, and gets a lot of inspiration from his three sons–all of whom have first initials corresponding to the New York subway system.

No. 2 Free Rice, a blog-cum-game that makes you learn hard words and somehow convinces you you are doing something good. To date I have never used any of the words I have picked up on this game. It is low on the fun factor, but high on addictiveness–and you feel kind of guilty if you give up too soon.

No. 3 Awkward Family Photos.com  OK, this takes a really big dive in terms of intellectual index, but the headings are very clever, and sometimes you just need to laugh until you cry.

No. 4 I Can Has  Cheeseburger Intellectual value: -5. Got an hour before dinner, it’s too dark to take a walk, your brain is too fried to work? Enter this site and sample some of the many, many categories that will keep you in cyberspace for eternity. I personally like FAIL Blog because you just can’t watch too many car wrecks or see too many kids riding their bicycles into things.When you’re done with all the categories on the top of the page, scroll all the way down to the bottom for many, many more. (Wedinator, a good choice!)

There are lots of Japanese words I just plain don’t like. Many of them are related to children and learning and schools, so I haven’t had as much contact with them workwise as mothering-wise. The end result being that I don’t think about them so much as rebel against (and complain about) them.

I recently had work-related contact with one of my least favorite phrases: 集団生活 shuudan seikatsu, literally “life in a group.”  Many mothers use it as a reason for putting their children into preschool as soon as they are eligible–they want the kids to get used to shuudan seikatsu early on.  (My daughters went to preschool the instant they were old enough, but it was because I wanted someone else to play with them for part of the day!)

Anyway, shuudan seikatsu has been stuck in my craw for years–and I never understood exactly why until a few days ago when the word came up in an editing job. The translator had written about the notion of a five-year-old being “adapted for communal life.” I checked the original Japanese, and sure enough, there it was–”able to deal with shuudan seikatsu.”  This was the aha moment!

I grew up in the 60s and 70s–during the glory days of, well, communal life in the United States. Although I never lived in a commune, I was on the fringes for several years and saw many people I loved and respected heading in that direction. Somehow, though, the notion of being unable to personally own anything was more than I could deal with. I had a good bike, a nice flute, the typewriter my dad took to college, and a few hundred dollars in the bank. The possibility of signing away even those was just too depressing.

So that was it!  My brain read shuudan seikatsu as “communal life,” and I was  terrified of the notion that my children, my only blood relatives on this side of the Pacific, would be ripped from my arms, and I would never see them except for short vacations in the summer or maybe at New Years. They would belong to someone else.

After years of living in the shadow of this menacing image, I could finally kill it off–and in plenty of time to apply it to any possible grandchildren. I carefully crossed out  “adapted for communal life” and wrote in “capable of participating fully in group activities.”

Done!

Nobuko Takagi has won the 36th Kawabata Yasunari Literature Award for Short Stories. The winning story was “Tomosui,” a tale set in the Philippines, written as a part of her Soaked In Asia project, and first published in Shincho magazine, April 2009.

Read the English version (by Deborah Iwabuchi) on Ms. Takagi’s blog.

第３６回川端康成文学賞（川端康成記念会主催）は１５日、高樹のぶ子さん（６４）の「トモスイ」（新潮２００９年４月号）に決まった。賞金１００万円。授 賞式は６月２５日、東京・虎ノ門のホテルオークラで。

トモスイはここで読みます。

南向き（岩渕デボラ）の英訳も高樹先生のブログで読むことができます。

ブログを書かないと自分で勝手にさみしいけれども、気づいたのは最近仕事が忙しくて、ブログを考える暇がないです。

商業的な英訳が多いので、もしかして日本の経済が上向きなのかなとひそかに希望を持つことにしました！

今年の春が寒くて今もタートルネックが手放せないが、心が燃えています。　：）

My husband was delighted (perhaps for my sake) to hear that “Bones” substituted “translation” for “murder” (see previous posting).  He said the Japanese sub-titles used the word henkan, which means a kind of transformation. And that makes much more sense, of course.

Pamela,  a fount of knowledge and intuition, has declared that the original script had certainly called for Booth to ask Brennan not to use the word “murder” at the funeral and replace it with the word “transition.” BUT during rehearsals, one of the actors–most likely David Boreanaz, who plays FBI Agent Seeley Booth, MUST have said “translation” instead of “transition,” at which point the entire cast collapsed in laughter and they decided to leave it in.

If this is the case, my philosophical questions have gone to waste. It’s a dark day for my honorable profession, but definitely a brighter one for script writers.

Here in the hinterlands, we do get US and British shows on cable TV although there is no telling when they were made. We enjoy sorting out the time lines of actors who seemingly star in a number of series all at once. Which came first, “LA Law” or “Law and Order?” At the worst, we just sit and try to figure out what program we’re actually watching.

Back to the topic at hand, the episode of Bones we personally watched last night made a teeny tiny step in my territory. The whole Jeffersonian crew was at a funeral when Temperance Brennan (who has an Asperger-ish knack for speaking her mind without regard for the situation) announces that the deceased did not have a heart attack, but has indeed been murdered. Booth encourages her not to use the word “murder” at a funeral because it would upset everyone. He suggests using a code word–”translation” in its place.

Then, of course, the conversation takes off with emotional expressions of, “We’ve got to do something!  This is definitely a translation!”  and “How are we going to tell the widow that her husband has been translated?”  And so on.

It gave me time to think about my occupation. In this episode, is “translation” a synonym for “murder,” or perhaps an antonym? Previous to writing the script, had there been a discussion of a book that had been murdered in translation? Or was it the most benign verb they could think of to take the place and thus make the script funny?  These are questions I want answers to.

Probably questions only a translator would have.

翻訳を始めた当初はタイプライターと郵便を使いました。これは1回か2回しかなかったです。どうやら、「ワープロ」と「ファックス」という最新技術がないと在宅翻訳ができないらしいです。

その時、 「ワープロ」と「ファックス」を仕入れるために、約60万円がかかりましたが、運良く英会話の生徒のご主人はそのようなものをあつかる会社の経営者だったので、なんと半額で手に入れました。ファックスはロールになった紙ででてきたので、入った原稿を一枚ずつ切り取る必要がありました。送り返す時も1枚ずつでした。

段々と技術が複雑かつ安くなりました。今は信じられないほどメールでやりとりが簡単です。

Windows VistaのOSができるまでです！ マック派の私は2年前、ついWindowsのノート型PCを買いました。使いにくくて、遅くて、使用者と関係ないような別な人生をすごしているような機械でした。

最近、Windows VistaをWindows 7のOSをメディアプロさんに替えてもらいました。Windows 7は複雑な技術をより簡単化にしたものらしいです。とにかく、新しいパソコンをもらった気持ちです。立ち上がりが早くて、動きがスムーズにできます。まるで、操作をこちらが許された感じです。 それでも機械が別な人生をうらで過ごされているらしいけれど、今のところその「住民」が大人しいのでほっておこうと思います。

ちなみに、私のメーンは今もマックです。

数日前、どういうわけか、うちのプリンターが使えなくなりました。今は修理待ちです。今日東京に出かけますが、待合い場所のサイト情報等を印刷できなくて、しばらく困って考え込みました。

そして思い出しました。メモを自分で書けばいいの。

このようにして人間の生まれ持った機能が低下していきますね。たまにはローテックの生活に戻らないといけないと思いました。

A number of years ago I read Into Thin Air: A Personal Account of the Mt. Everest Disaster by Jon Krakauer. It was a fascinating read, describing all the details of climbing Mt. Everest. It was so descriptive, in fact, that I felt out of breath the entire time I was reading it. I still think about it almost compulsively–the life-threatening, not to mention, incredibly uncomfortable experience that is commonly referred to as “conquering Everest.” Krakauer provided me with a sufficient Everest experience. I’m happy both to have read it and also to never go there myself.

Eat Sleep Sit had much the same effect on me.  The Japanese title is “Eat Sleep Sit: The Story of Training at Eiheiji.” Presumably, the Japanese reader knows the implications of Eiheiji as a temple where Buddhist monks are trained. I appreciate how the Kodansha International editor made it clear in the title that (1) it wouldn’t be an idyllic year of sitting on wooden verandahs gazing out at moss gardens, and (2) it only lasted a year. The latter comes as a relief early on, although by that time the inclusion of “Sleep” in the title begins to raise questions.

Author Kaoru Nonomura decides to quit his job, leave his girlfriend, and set off for a year of training at Eiheiji. When he arrives, he stands at the door to the temple, in the snow, and ends up having to shout himself hoarse before he is allowed in–and the experience (from this reader’s eyes) goes downhill from there as the trainee leaves every last ounce of freewill outside the temple. Every single act of a trainee, each individual motion of that act, is set down by Dogen, the thirteenth-century founder of Eiheiji. As an example, the section “Lavatory” is nine pages long. And this is where the “Into Thin Air” effect begins to take hold. The rules are so complete and invasive that, on the one hand one wants to scream “waaaay too much information,” but on the other it is fascinating and one wants to read every word of it. The monks learn how to live as Zen automatons, although the author concedes that that may be what Zen is all about–emptying the mind by not having to make a single decision, no matter how minor.

I give veteran translator  Juliet Winters Carpenter a great deal of credit for making a large amount of ancient instruction accessible in English to the modern non-Japanese reader. In fact, I looked through the Japanese version at one point and was overwhelmed with the  passages written by Dogen so many centuries ago and even the modern re-rendering of them as the author puts them into practice. I understand that Buddhist scholars were consulted in the translation work, and the results are clearly evidenced by how easy it is to read.

As with Into Thin Air and Mt. Everest, however, Eat Sleep Fit completely cured me of any desire to actually experience spending even a night at Eiheiji. The life of the new monks is a living hell. They get perhaps two or three hours of sleep a night, come close to malnutrition, and are bullied and abused by their senior monks (most who have arrived only a few months ahead of them) in ways that would be considered criminal in any other setting. Looking at the book from this point of view, the clarity of the prose leaves nothing to the imagination, and the reader begins to feel groggy from pain and exhaustion. Here I give Nonomura credit for being able to remember in such detail the sort of trauma that usually wipes clean the memories of its victims.

The final word? I couldn’t put it down! Eat Sleep Sit, for a disconcerting but fascinating read!