Quick surfacing for a status report:

Rehabilitating: Saw orthopedist, saw physical therapist. Received and am doing my stretches (finally). MRI with big honking needle next Thursday the sixth, surgical consult May 2nd.

Riding: Am building a bike. Bought a cheap frame, have degreased the headset, bought a rear wheel, acquired a set of cranks, bottom bracket, derailleur and shifter. Top priorities are a sprocket and chain, along with the rest of the wheels. Brakes and seating come later.

Translating: Finished Burner of Corpses 3.0, a revision that actually includes comments from native English speakers. My old professor has apparently already used version 2.3 in one of her seminars. But it seems to have gone over well. My audience is now no longer exclusively hypothetical. The other stuff is mostly sitting around in notebooks, awaiting me coming up with the energy to type up thirty thousand words or so. (Less likely now that the weather's improving, but I have hopes for April.

Watching: Am watched out of the Buster Keaton, having seen nineteen shorts and ten features (ten DVDs worth of stuff) this month. But he's still a fave. I need to find some of his early stuff with Arbuckle and the early MGM stuff (I'm thinking The Cameraman here. Also less likely as the weather improves.)

Traveling: pending my checking my paid time off status (used up a bunch of the stuff with my shoulder) and plane tickets to Europe coming down in price a bit.

I have impressively low pain levels and high functionality, apprently, given what my arm's endured over the years. And some physical therapy referrals. Yay.

And an arthrogram in the works for the end of April or so. I get to have a big-ass needle jam dye into my shoulder joint, then have an MRI taken. And then I talk to a surgeon and see whether I need to have him cut me up a treat. It's good to be insured, I guess.

Everyone's still nice at work--one of the women in marketing gave me a Harley-Davidson bandanna with "Broken Wing" emblazoned across it, which I wore tied around my arm all day. I also happened to bring my X-rays with me, as I wasn't going home before the ortho appointment today, and let's just say we have a scanner.

Oh, good. I finally have some time to think and reflect. This, though, is thanks to a seventh shoulder dislocation, caused in a drunken piggyback-type situation gone somewhat awry. This then caused four hours in the ER, incompetent needle insertion, much screaming, morphine, and Versed. Going into work with the ER note the next day with a bloody face and sling the next day was fun in an extremely shaken way. And let's just say that people who I've seen massively altered on a variety of substances on a number of occasions "trying to talk to you about your drinking" is less than helpful. Nevertheless, though I don't think the drinking caused this per se (I'm inclined to blame the height--it makes piggyback rides seem like a good idea in the first place, and makes the subsequent fall that much worse), I'm taking a bit of a pause on the imbibing for the next while.

Yeah. So, orthopedics on Monday. I'm missing quite a bit of work, which may affect the vacation time I'd planned to use to go to Europe, and I broke my glasses, which necessitated a return to contact lenses (for the first time in twenty months!) That'll probably eat into the savings, too,but as I keep saying, at least I'm insured, have savings, and did nothing to my eyes or teeth.

So I'm chainsmoking ibuprofen, making German flashcards and trying to psyche myself up for some one-handed editing.

Ars longa, vita breva and all that.

Some modest accomplishments today:

Got up before ten on a day off.
Voted. Even through in an exit poll for good measure.
Gave blood. Got a (retroactive) first-gallon pin, as I've given the Red Cross eleven pints. (sssh, don't tell them about the eight or nine I gave to the Rhode Island Blood Center)
Bought a pack, used (a Lafuma Directissime 55-liter) that apparently is only for sale in France and the UK for (what amounts to) somewhat more than I paid for it. Made plans for using it. Marveled at all the gusseting and waterproof-zippering and oh my the pockets.
Watched two Buster Keaton features (The Saphead, Go West) and three or four shorts.
Am getting to bed before midnight.

It's my last week at the part-time job. The next three days will not be fun at all. But hell, it's going to be nice to have some more time available. Especially with spring and summer coming up.

I think Buster Keaton remains a sentimental favorite, and for the first two-thirds of City Lights, I was amused, but not overwhelmed. I couldn't or didn't necessarily want to see what all the fuss was about.

Then, at the end, Charlie Chaplin just had to go and make me cry.

Last night in the housesitting gig.

What better way to celebrate than by sitting and pondering a foot and a half of freshly fallen powder with a beer? Why, in an outdoor hot tub, of course.

A snow angel has never been so brisk, I might add. I so rarely get to do mostly-undressed snow angels sober.

Someone on the bus next to me on the way home from Providence was watching "Modern Times" on his laptop. I caught bits, it was funny. I decided to see what our local library had for silent-era films.

Not much Chaplin, but I'm now apparently a Buster Keaton fanatic. Have seen two features (The General, College) and four shorts (Cops, The Playhouse, The Balloonatic, The Electric House) in like the last thirty-six hours. And we got ourselves two more features and about four more shorts here at the house I'm sittin'.

Good times.

Let's see. Providence was fun, plans in tatters vis-a-vis immediate grad school (but in a good way), overworked here during the week but not overly exhausted, Mardi Gras parade on Saturday, day off Sunday...

and I've finally stopped translating new stuff frantically to pause and go back to the only book I've "finished." Good Lord, a lot of it isn't really English, I'm now coming to find. I'm taking an axe (well, maybe just a penknife--a red penknife) to the monster I've made. I think it can be fixed. It's a good thing no one's read it yet, really, I suppose. For now.

Like [a member of] a group of college freshmen rejected by Harvard and forced to go to Brown, I'm Rhode Island bound, as the saying goes, for only the second time since graduation.

I'm excited, though, especially as I've put my notice in at my filing job and will be down to one full-time job, at which I've recently been promoted, as of March 10. And hopefully by then I'll have a transcript on the way and a couple of recommendations in for that master's application.

Loading up my iPod and working on tomorrow's plans, which include lunch in Boston, getting alumnus library access (no borrowing privileges, but still) meeting with an old professor, and maybe a women's basketball game at the Pitz. Breakfast in VT, lunch in MA, dinner in RI should be pretty nice, given that I haven't been out of the state in over three months.

Hey there, what do you say?
I'm going on a holiday.

[Edit: got my state tax refund today as well. Score!]
[Edit edit: and my federal was directly deposited yesterday, apparently. Wow, my evening just keeps getting better.]

Penguin...plunged.

That dress has been retired. Got caught up in a group of acquaintances to plunge with, which was fun...and can now add Lake Champlain in February to my list of interesting swimming experiences.

Toes a bit cold, but remarkably bracing, all things considered.

Stephen Colbert, satirizing portmanteau names for celebrity couples, finished the bit with the following:

"Filliam H. Muffman."

I laughed almost as hard as he did. I wasn't on camera at the time, but...

man, I really missed out on the movie "The Splendiferous Zeppelin Adventures of Filliam H. Muffman," that's for sure.

/randomness

A visit to scenic Frost Heave, Vermont.

I did, in fact, get out of town (after some breakfast and a quick hour filing) and up to Craftsbury, which went smoothly enough, except for the fact that the Kingdom is twenty degrees colder and has apparently suffered some thaws as well, given the frozen ruts in most of the roads. Got to catch up with my stepfather, get some work in at the somwhat-recently-built "new" town library, took a nap with my dog...good times all around. Saw my mother as well, who returned that evening from a trip to Florida, and caught up with her as well. Got some fast interstate driving in after dark, too--a good day away from it all when it was desperately needed, all in all.

Funniest thing I learned today: My mother gets asked about cell phone coverage a lot running a vacation cottage--and it turns out that there is some reception up there. It turns out the enterprising and/or desperate have found three places on the common that cell phone reception can be obtained:

1) The turnaround of the parking lot in the library
2) Standing on the granite benches outside the high school (near the payphones, amusingly)
3) In the middle of the cemetery.

Not a lot of people with cell phones up there, but it's amusing how this kind of information spreads nontheless. And that must be really fun to tell someone who really wants to make a call.

“Lo, I have lost my ertia, and am now ert.” --The Golux (paraphrased)

I have been in a bit of self-diagnosed lull recently, and that’s probably being a bit hard on myself. I bought a few CDs (Built to Spill Live and Von spring to mind) and have been doing some reading (Fuks in Czech and some Ethan Canin. [If these last few sentences don’t draw Jef’s attention, I know not what will.] Still, in terms of writing, I haven’t been finding or making the time as in my madcap grove of the end of last month—but I probably shouldn’t be beating myself up too much.

But headed up to my mother’s for the day tomorrow and to Providence in a week and a half, both of which will be relaxing and hopefully productive. Refresh myself a bit. A few diversions. I’m taking…

And this is when I realize I make allusions to my own translations all the time, which seems silly, as no one’s read them. I’ve got something of a Nihilartikel going here, haven’t I? Well, I guess it exists; it’s just really, really, monumentally obscure. A literary hapax legomenon of sorts?

Yeah, these probably aren't the sort of pep talks to use to claw my way back into productivity. Ah, well.

Inertia and Productivity, "Death of a Guinea Pig" (v. 1.0 complete)

92 pages, roughly, with an interesting breakdown, roughly.

First 23 pages: November 18-December 31
Second 23 pages: January 1-21
Third 23 pages: January 22-26
Last 23 pages: January 27-31

So that's splits of forty-five days, twenty-one days, five days, and five days for each quarter of the collection. (Yet another reason why I'm obsessive over recording dates. Now I'm recording locations as well; it therefore takes a step closer to being a journal, albeit one that's 99.5% translation.) The weird part was how this was unintentional, at least until the 22nd or 23rd of the month, when I realize I could marshal myself for a push that would make the end of the month and the end of the collection coincide.

And here we are.

So do I start another book tomorrow, or do I begin the process of transcription? I mean, I enver let myself get more that 1,500 to 2,000 words behind in Europe, but now I'm a good 30k back. Better to have too much to do than not enough. And bought my tickets for Providence; I'll be there from the 17th-19th. Hopefully with a harcopy of something to edit on the bus...

Status Report:

Burner of Corpses (novella): ALMOST FINALIZED
Death of a Guinea Pig (collection): ~70% DRAFTED
Mr. Theodor Mundstock (novel): NOMINAL


I hope to visit Providence in three weekends, by which time I should have a finalized version of Burner of Corpses and a draft of my planned paper providing translations/comparisons a brace of Fuks and Vyskočil short stories, to the extent I am able to properly compare without recourse to, say, university libraries and Czech-language bibliographies.

Also, have been averaging more than a page a day in translation since the New Year and have translated, even if only a sentence, most days in that span. If I am permitted a bit of hyperoptimstic extrapolation, by the end of 2006 I could have a novel and two collections of short stories in handwritten drafts, in addition to the novella I already have more or less finalized. Hence the status report above. I will certainly settle for, and not doubt actually achieve less, but as long as I can keep up the pace, I will. The transcription, and editing, on the other hand...still, I'm producing something. At least partially-effective time management? Who would have thought?

A little research at work later (working with people of varied ages from varied locales comes in handy--I don't know why I hadn't used the co-op for ersatz linguistics research before:

A brief recap from memory:

Most of the people my own age (up to about 28 years old) had never heard of the term "make-work" before, and this included people born and raised in Columbia, S.C., southern New Jersey, Memphis, Tennesee, rural Iowa, and Portland, Oregon.

However, everyone older, including my 29 year-old friend from the Bay Area, had heard of it--one guy from Chicago, a woman originally from coal country in PA, and a woman originally from Albany, in my limited sample. All identified it as something that members of their community had been known to use (the woman from Albany excluded, as she wasn't sure where she'd heard it), but in all cases the word was either singled out as rare or a feature of the speech of the elderly. So, in my limited research, it does not appear to be a regionalism so much as a word that's a bit on the archaic side, or rapidly becoming so.

Further input is requested and welcomed.

Also, the coal-country woman (with whom I empathize, my Slovak forebears having more or less wandered from Ellis Island to Nesquehoning, PA around the first world war) also provided me the link to this site with a link to the "Coalspeak dictionary," an entry of which is provided as a sample:

"mango : green bell pepper. To the rest of the world, a mango is a tropical fruit. In the Coal Region, a mango is a green pepper. I don't know why this is."

The Devil's Dictionary it's not, but it's not without its charm.

Also, last night I discovered that not everyone uses the term "busywork," and that for some people, "make-work" is considered an acceptable substitute.

My interlocutor had the opposite problem.

Still translating and flossing every day, so at least several inadvertent resolutions are holding.

Today: interesting books in unexpected places! I was helping a friend get a mattress and a box spring at ReCycle North on the cheap, wandered over to a bookcase by the front counter, and, thirty seconds later, had three books: "A History of the French Language," and copies of two journals put out by SUNY-Stony Brook in the early 1980s, with, respectively, contemporary Polish plays and Yugoslav short stories. So wow. I should have taken Nick there, as they have all manner of wonderful items, including a larger book section in the back that I didn't have time to go to, as we were somewhat pressed for time.

Nevertheless, I may go back there tomorrow. Maybe pick up a coffeepot too? The addiction goes apace, and I have so much to read and so little free time, especially with all the writing. An unexpected benefit of mild caffeine addiction is that it seems to help me regulate my sleep more efficiently--in any rate, on nights before I work both jobs I'm more likely to get six hours' sleep than my customary four and a half.

I should go write now, but this Rickard book (the French one) is proving tempting, especially in light of my discovery of a bunch of papers I'd printed out second semester senior year, including some of Robert Hall's owrk on proto-Romance in the 1950s. So little time, so if I may be permitted a bit of code-switching... [for those who don't mluvit in a česky way, the following means "to it!" in the sense of "Attaboy!" or "Go go go!"]

Do toho!

Blood donation and translation today. It was the phlebotomist's first day drawing blood. Not only that, but I was her first actual blood drawing in the field, as it were. They were kind enough to let me know beforehand and give me the option to demur, but I decided that I could be brave through this. Also, I've always been told I have nice, stable, and prominent veins, and that I am a fast bleeder. (Note: this is really, really, really only a positive thing when donating blood, but *shrugs* not much I can do about it, anyway. More Vitamin K, maybe?) So I let her have a whack at it, and she did splendidly, so that was fine.

Then, to the library for more translation fun!

Today's interesting find was the description of an old man as a "slaměný vdovec," which my big Czech-English dictionary translated as what was for me an unparsable unit, "grass widower." This, according to my the big English directionary upstairs, means something like "one who lives away from his spouse or whose wife is always away for business or pleasure," and is itself a calque of the German "Stroh.witwer."

So what I seem to have discovered for myself is two different calques here; both English and Czech having translated the elements of a German idiom, rather than the Czechs having borrowed an English expression, as I first assumed. Of course, it could have gone into English and then from English into Czech (or vice versa, theoretically, but we're not talking about "pistol," "robot," or "dollar" here) but Czech's historically close contact with German and high frequency of German borrowings and calques lead me to believe it's a case of independent borrowing.

Another vaguely accomplishful day.

Signed up for the Penguin Plunge today. Translated a few paragraphs of one story, transcribed 1,500 words or so of another.

Also, I finally registered to vote. The Voter's oath was empowering, and it really was about damn time. Looking forward to Town Meeting Day in March. Vermont, bastion of old-school town-level democracy, baby. In any event, it's been a buoyant last four or five days, for the most part. Two quotes seem to have weight for me at the moment, which I will herewith record.

"The suspense is terrible. I hope it lasts." ( Oscar Wilde by way of the original "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory")
"For you will still be here tomorrow/but your dreams may not" (Cat Stevens.)