My personal glimpse into the first half of the 21st Century for some yet to be known future
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Trouble with Treo
Well, my old Treo 600 has now been replaced with a new Treo 600. I'm sync'ing all the software onto the new device. It's all hella easy. Not like trying to restore a Windows machine or anything. Just put the button, and everything is loaded on the new device in working order, same as before. Thank you PalmOne. lol
Monday, February 27, 2006
Friday, Saturday, Futurama
Allie and I met up with Miriam Friday night at Nola’s in downtown Palo Alto. Miriam’s company had a function there in the lounge area, so Allie and I showed up as it was ending, to keep the night going. That was a fun night. On Saturday, Allie and I had lunch and diner with some of her relatives. I think her cuzins like me. Even though they are a bit younger, we has some lively conversations about cars, music and even cartoons, if that isn’t a bit surprising. I found out that the makers of Futurama are currently working on 4 made for DVD new Futurama movies. I haven’t been able to confirm this, but I like the rumor.
Friday, February 24, 2006
Much ado about English thangs oh, and that Shakespeare guy
So as a random little project, I wondered what Shakespeare might look like if
it was translated into Modern English. I chose the opening soliloquy by Romeo when he enters the Capulet garden for the famous balcony scene. This seemingly easy task took on an added dimension when I found out that this is really a speech criticizing Queen Elizabeth. How does one translate text that metaphor laid upon metaphor? Thinking about how difficult it is to translate from Renaissance English to Modern English, I have got to wonder how anyone can possibly think the Bible is properly translated from ancient Hebrew to ancient Greek to Latin and then to all the different languages around the world. Well, here’s my attempt at translating this one small section of Shakespeare. BTW, I didn’t keep the original meter because that exercise is pointless. If anyone has any comments on this, I’m perfectly willing to adjust it.
What’s that light suddenly appearing in the window over there?
It’s dawn and, and Juliet is the sun.
Rise up, brilliant sun and put down the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
Because you, her servant, are way more brilliant than her
Stop being her servant because she’s the one who is envious of you;
Her virginal regal outfit is nothing but sick and green
Only idiots wear it. Get rid of it!
It’s my woman. Yo, it’s my love!
I wish she knew it!
She speaks but says nothing. What’s up with that?
Her eyes glance my way, she wants to talk! Finally, it’s time.
Oops, my bad. She can’t see me. She doesn’t know I’m here.
The two most brilliant stars in all heaven,
Going away on some business, beg her eyes
To shine their twinkle until they come back.
What if her eyes remained on her face?
The brightness of her check would way outshine those stars,
As daylight does to a lamp; her eyes do to the stars in heaven
If the atmosphere was filled with her glow
The birds would sing and think it was not night.
Look how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
Oh, I wish I was a glove on that hand,
So I could touch that cheek!
it was translated into Modern English. I chose the opening soliloquy by Romeo when he enters the Capulet garden for the famous balcony scene. This seemingly easy task took on an added dimension when I found out that this is really a speech criticizing Queen Elizabeth. How does one translate text that metaphor laid upon metaphor? Thinking about how difficult it is to translate from Renaissance English to Modern English, I have got to wonder how anyone can possibly think the Bible is properly translated from ancient Hebrew to ancient Greek to Latin and then to all the different languages around the world. Well, here’s my attempt at translating this one small section of Shakespeare. BTW, I didn’t keep the original meter because that exercise is pointless. If anyone has any comments on this, I’m perfectly willing to adjust it.
What’s that light suddenly appearing in the window over there?
It’s dawn and, and Juliet is the sun.
Rise up, brilliant sun and put down the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
Because you, her servant, are way more brilliant than her
Stop being her servant because she’s the one who is envious of you;
Her virginal regal outfit is nothing but sick and green
Only idiots wear it. Get rid of it!
It’s my woman. Yo, it’s my love!
I wish she knew it!
She speaks but says nothing. What’s up with that?
Her eyes glance my way, she wants to talk! Finally, it’s time.
Oops, my bad. She can’t see me. She doesn’t know I’m here.
The two most brilliant stars in all heaven,
Going away on some business, beg her eyes
To shine their twinkle until they come back.
What if her eyes remained on her face?
The brightness of her check would way outshine those stars,
As daylight does to a lamp; her eyes do to the stars in heaven
If the atmosphere was filled with her glow
The birds would sing and think it was not night.
Look how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
Oh, I wish I was a glove on that hand,
So I could touch that cheek!
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Winter Olympics IMHO
So, the Winter Olympics might be better renamed to the European Olympics. No wonder the Winter Olympics lacks popularity! Most of its sports are very European centric. How much Bobsleighing or Ice Skating is possible in places like Nigeria or Costa Rica? Sure, China and South Korea have been welcomed into the mix, but these two are from regions that are winter sport friendly. At least they add snowboarding. That's actually exciting to watch, since they allow contact and there's a good chance for at least one big wipe out! The woman's Snowboarding Cross final had three wipe outs, and one of those was from the #1 contender celebrating before she crossed the finish line! lol Anyways, U.S.A.! U.S.A.! hehe
Oh, and one comment about those South Korean speedskaters! Speed Skating is not a team sport unless it's Team Pursuit! The South Koreans are pretty much just outright cheating by playing as a team instead of individuals. It's legal right now, but if they keep it up, I'm sure the rules are going to be changing to not allow that sort of team work in the future. They screwed a couple of better racers out of gold medals because they were working together. If a racer isn't going for the gold medal, they don't belong in the finals! The teamwork strategy is not in the spirit of the Olympics for non-team competitions.
Oh, and one comment about those South Korean speedskaters! Speed Skating is not a team sport unless it's Team Pursuit! The South Koreans are pretty much just outright cheating by playing as a team instead of individuals. It's legal right now, but if they keep it up, I'm sure the rules are going to be changing to not allow that sort of team work in the future. They screwed a couple of better racers out of gold medals because they were working together. If a racer isn't going for the gold medal, they don't belong in the finals! The teamwork strategy is not in the spirit of the Olympics for non-team competitions.
Daytime Motorcycle Cop with Radar
Well, my record is now 18 and 3. For some reason, I haven't been able to avoid a ticket when I'm pulled over by a motorcycle cop with a radar gun at daytime. All three of my tickets have been issued by this very specific demographic! Cops are normallly pretty cool about thangs when they pull me over. Normally, they give warnings of some type or another. But for some reason, when they fit that particular demographic, they issue a ticket to me. Bummer. Traffic school, here I come.
Haunted Room
When I was growing up, on house my family lived at was frequented by ghosts. I don’t know who/what the ghosts were, or where they resided specifically. I just know that every now and again, we’d experience strange things. Often, our entire family would get strange dreams within a very short period of time. Once, when I was seven, the ghosts got a bit more impish with me.
The house was part of a duplex; each side had 3 bedrooms on a corner lot. My room was small and in the middle of the house with large windows along the backyard. It had one normal door to the hallway that lead to the other two rooms, and one sliding door that opened into the kitchen. I often keep both doors shut at night. My room was only illuminated by distant street lights thru closed roller blinds. This one night, I was awoken in the middle of the night, in my bed of course. I remember being on edge and scared, but still curious. I felt something in the room with me. I didn’t know what. My parents had taught me about demons (from the Christian Fundamentalist perspective), and since I had nothing else to reference, I immediately associated my sensations with my limited understanding of demons. My mother also taught me that if I had an encounter with such demons, I could simply call upon god’s name and that would scare them off. For some reason, this night I did not immediately resort to this. I was too frightened to speak or get out of bed, and I was a little curious actually. I tried to get a handle on what I was feeling. I imagined Halloween style ghosts floating near the ceiling. Of course, the reality is, doing this did nothing, and I soon found that out.
Trying to convince myself that it was all just in my mind, I started to relax a bit. For a short while, I just laid in bed, awake. I was lying on my side when I noticed something coming from my closed closet on the oppose wall from my bed right, in front of me. There was a dark half circle shadow that appeared from the crack between the closet door and door rim, as though it was a hand reaching out from inside my closet. I couldn’t believe it. I stared as long as I could dare. I was so frightened, I hide under my blankets. My heart was pounding. I never saw anything like that. What I had been taught said that this was a demon. I got up enough courage to peak out from under my blankets and looked again. It was gone. The sense that something else was in the room was not gone.
Without the visible manifestation, I did start to calm a bit. I began to think that since these demons were in my room, I would simply look out the window over my bed until they decided to leave. So I sat up in bed and ducked under the blind with the plan of just looking into our backyard. Well, this calmed my nerves for a second or two, until I saw a large silhouette appear as white shadow right on the window all around me. I looked at the edge of the silhouette around me on the window, rolling me head and eyes from my right, up and to the left. I was sitting with my face practically pressed against this manifestation! In an instant of pure fear and dread, I zoomed back under my blankets and just started instinctively praying to god for all of this to go away. I was tense for quite some time, but the other presence was gone. I was awake for quite some time that night.
I told no one of that event for years. Of course, I’ve since realized that the spirit in my room that night wasn’t able to harm me, regardless to its nature. What are ghosts? I don't know. In this case, I guested is that it was an earthbound ghost that was having some fun with me. Or, maybe this are demons of some sort, whatever that means. Anyway, other visitations did occur, but after that night, I never experienced any other tangible manifestations at that house.
The house was part of a duplex; each side had 3 bedrooms on a corner lot. My room was small and in the middle of the house with large windows along the backyard. It had one normal door to the hallway that lead to the other two rooms, and one sliding door that opened into the kitchen. I often keep both doors shut at night. My room was only illuminated by distant street lights thru closed roller blinds. This one night, I was awoken in the middle of the night, in my bed of course. I remember being on edge and scared, but still curious. I felt something in the room with me. I didn’t know what. My parents had taught me about demons (from the Christian Fundamentalist perspective), and since I had nothing else to reference, I immediately associated my sensations with my limited understanding of demons. My mother also taught me that if I had an encounter with such demons, I could simply call upon god’s name and that would scare them off. For some reason, this night I did not immediately resort to this. I was too frightened to speak or get out of bed, and I was a little curious actually. I tried to get a handle on what I was feeling. I imagined Halloween style ghosts floating near the ceiling. Of course, the reality is, doing this did nothing, and I soon found that out.
Trying to convince myself that it was all just in my mind, I started to relax a bit. For a short while, I just laid in bed, awake. I was lying on my side when I noticed something coming from my closed closet on the oppose wall from my bed right, in front of me. There was a dark half circle shadow that appeared from the crack between the closet door and door rim, as though it was a hand reaching out from inside my closet. I couldn’t believe it. I stared as long as I could dare. I was so frightened, I hide under my blankets. My heart was pounding. I never saw anything like that. What I had been taught said that this was a demon. I got up enough courage to peak out from under my blankets and looked again. It was gone. The sense that something else was in the room was not gone.
Without the visible manifestation, I did start to calm a bit. I began to think that since these demons were in my room, I would simply look out the window over my bed until they decided to leave. So I sat up in bed and ducked under the blind with the plan of just looking into our backyard. Well, this calmed my nerves for a second or two, until I saw a large silhouette appear as white shadow right on the window all around me. I looked at the edge of the silhouette around me on the window, rolling me head and eyes from my right, up and to the left. I was sitting with my face practically pressed against this manifestation! In an instant of pure fear and dread, I zoomed back under my blankets and just started instinctively praying to god for all of this to go away. I was tense for quite some time, but the other presence was gone. I was awake for quite some time that night.
I told no one of that event for years. Of course, I’ve since realized that the spirit in my room that night wasn’t able to harm me, regardless to its nature. What are ghosts? I don't know. In this case, I guested is that it was an earthbound ghost that was having some fun with me. Or, maybe this are demons of some sort, whatever that means. Anyway, other visitations did occur, but after that night, I never experienced any other tangible manifestations at that house.
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