For the past few days I've been wading through the world's most boring 16th century Latin manuscript for a 'translation' job (sorry for the quotes, but it's not quite translation in that I read through it and give summaries of sections and only translate certain references). Today I emailed the person who asked me translate it with a few questions and he responded (as he always does) with a nice and helpful email.
The only shock was that at the end of the email he said he was taken by one of the ideas I had about the author and after he gets this project done we should talk about writing something on this idea. Normally I'd be all, yay! possible article!, but the thought of having to read through this document ever again fills me with horror and loathing. It is, quite honestly, the most boring thing I've ever read. And I've read some astonishingly boring things (Plato's Republic in Greek. All of it. A work in Latin about drainage. Pliny the Elder on varieties of trees in the Roman Empire) so I know whereof I speak. But, I'm not sure how you say that to someone without offending them. And I don't want to do that: he's nice and the book this is for actually sounds quite interesting. (Well, the bits that have nothing to do with this manuscript sound interesting, that is).
In better news: we are getting a new 32 inch LCD flat screen TV to replace our trusty but ancient Magnavox. Sadly, it won't be here until next Wednesday or so, thus ensuring that this weeks BSG will have to be seen on (comparatively) tiny TV we have now.
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Date: 2005-07-22 11:36 am (UTC)*giggles madly*
Congratulations on the new TV! I'm sure that's going to be lovely.
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Date: 2005-07-23 12:45 am (UTC)And I have read some embarrassingly boring material. Not by my own choice, I should add.