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A lot of time today going back over translation of Jason and Medea, trying to fix broken phrases, suss out mysteries hidden behind Ovid’s syntax and word choices. \u00a0I’m beginning to get a taste now of what the task of translation entails. \u00a0I’ve spent three years now levering myself up over the transom; I’m in the room; but, I can’t sit down to work yet. \u00a0Too much still to know. \u00a0But, I can see myself working in that room in the foreseeable future.<\/p>\n
(The Ancient Roman Temple of Bacchus, commissioned by Roman Emperor Antoninus Pius and designed by an unknown architect c. 150 AD)<\/p>\n
At the same time I had set today as moving day for all internet related tasks, all tasks requiring good security, all task but writing, really, and even there, the blog moved over to this new(ish) computer. \u00a0I’ve had this one for six months or so, but the work required to transfer all those functions over here is, at least for my tech level, significant.<\/p>\n
Anyhow, I’ve got most of it done now, all the necessary stuff and I’m writing this entry on the new machine. \u00a0In the way of computers this work (the writing) is much the same. \u00a0It’s the guts that differ. \u00a0A terabyte of storage. \u00a08 gigs of ram. \u00a0A bigger screen. \u00a0A fresh hard-disk and room to swap another one in when I need it.<\/p>\n
[YOUR ALUMINUM FUTURE]<\/p>\n
I now have a land of forgotten computers, brave electronic servants whose capacity got left behind by changing times. \u00a0This computer, though, I think will last a while. \u00a0The PC is fast becoming a less and less expensive door-stop though I still prefer them to laptops. \u00a0That’s \u00a0in part because I work at home; but it’s also because I love the ergonomic keyboard and \u00a0greater capacity for less bucks.<\/p>\n
I did encounter one head scratcher in the transfers I did today. \u00a0I moved 25 gigs of images onto this machine. \u00a0I had them organized in folders. \u00a0Folders I understood. \u00a0For some reason, undoubtedly a reason of my own making, each image got its own folder on this new machine, meaning I have to sort through and reorganize literally thousands of images.<\/p>\n
It’s not all bad. I’ve wanted to cull and reorganize my images for awhile, but I hadn’t decided on now.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile Kate’s come down with a cold. \u00a0I convinced her to go to bed and try rest and fluids. \u00a0These are not necessarily obvious moves to the physicians among us.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Winter \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Cold Moon A lot of time today going back over translation of Jason and Medea, trying to fix broken phrases, suss out mysteries hidden … Continue reading Moving Day<\/span>