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  • Singing “Some Other Time” in memory of Mom

    My mom, Jonni Greene, died two weeks ago. She was a singer, and singing was something we shared with love. This song came into my head yesterday, and it’s no wonder. The sad thing is, there is no other time after a person is gone. Still, we did spend quality time together before she died, and we did tell each other everything we wanted to– up til then. I’m sure there will be many more things I want to tell or ask my mother as the years go by, and who knows? If there is such a thing as life after death, or reincarnation, we might actually catch up some other time.

    The song “Some Other Time” is from the 1944 Broadway musical On the Town, with lyrics by Betty Comden & Adolph Green, and music by Leonard Bernstein.

     

  • GOP: Change or die

    Personally, I don’t care if the Republican party dies, but if they want to live, they need to not just “reach out” to people of color; they have to abolish their policies that oppress people of color. They need to not just “speak better” about their policies that infuriate people; they need to abolish those policies. They have tried to “spin” their anti-woman, anti-gay, anti-immigrant, anti-middle-class, anti-intellectual platform. It didn’t work! They tried to be “the party of No” and make the President fail. It didn’t work! They tried to be the “pro-life” party, against women’s right to abortion even in the case of rape. It didn’t work! I think of the Republican party as anti-gay, pro-gun, anti-woman, pro-man, anti-color, pro-white, anti-worker, pro-millionaire… and that’s not just what I think they are. That’s what they are. If they want to be that, I hope the party dies. If not, I hope it reinvents itself from the platform up, not from the message down.

  • Found another blogger writing about vague language (VL)

    I found a couple of blog posts on vague language (VL) just published the past three weeks. Good to see other interpreting / translation bloggers writing about VL! CCJK Blog: Vague Language

  • Mom is really gone.

    This weekend is sadder than the whole week of shiva. Today I feel like my mom is dead and gone. Really, really dead and really, really gone.

  • I am well-formed of intensity

    I am well-formed  of intensity, so that it cheers honey.

    I am near your region. I am charming. [hyperlink here]

    My pics there would have to partake of the form and material of the latter.

    — A peculiarly poetic email in my Spam folder today