Showing posts with label Prose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prose. Show all posts

January 02, 2012

Thoughts on....

Sobriety:
35 days sober to date.
I enjoy the newly achieved mental clarity. Being able to designated drive [automatic transmission only, please] at a moment's notice is reassuring. My wallet enjoys the $40 of extra padding every Monday morning.
Alcohol:
Alcohol is a toxin, a poison that I pump into my body in order to enjoy the sensations it brings to my body and mind. Those sensations do not support my growth or development. Nor do they help me cope with my sufferings and fears. Alcohol is a wet blank I use to drape over my dusty old furniture in hopes of transforming the object into something smaller, more managable. Conspicuous camoflage.
I really do enjoy the substance itself, vodka tastes very nice, Hefeveissen Beers are smooth on my pallet, citrusy cocktails are my favorite. One sip every once in a long while is all I have allowed myself and it seems that is enough. I have taken such a strong liking to abstinence (the sexual sort involuntarily) that my taste buds don't miss drinking two beers with dinner, or four cocktails and a beer on Saturday. One mouthful is enough, just so i can remember the initial warm tingle, preceeding full flavor, burning sensations as the cool liquid reaches the corners of my mouth and flows down my throat. After those rosey, fuzzy pink images and muscle memories flood my brain, the ugly, dark, throbbing hangovers, nights spent over a toilet and drunken regerets following shortly thereafter and remind me with viceral stomach churns why I chose this path.
Alcohol is not my friend, at least not right now, it isn't.

August 13, 2011

Carly

The Carly I knew was direct and fearless, and the intermittent nervousness in her eyes now seems to indicate a depth of damage I don't fully comprehend. I consider the possibility that her asshole ex-husband is largely responsible for this transformation, but I wonder if I'm simply passing the buck because the alternative is too depressing to consider.
Jonathan Tropper, The Book of Joe, p. 299

November 01, 2010

Unappreciation

Unappreciation: un·ap·pre·ci·a·tion, noun, \ˌən-ə-ˌprē-shē-ˈā-shən\ 
1. failure to appreciate something
2. ungratefully: in an ungrateful manner



Many, many times I have walked into a museum and considered this sculpture or that painting beautiful. I can also appreciate the beauty I find in Jake Gyllenhaal's face and body and thus patronize his movies more often than say, Clint Eastwood. Perhaps the reader has had a similar experience of finding value in some trait or characteristic of a person or object.


Now, I have found it difficult to find value in myself as easily as I find it in others. If we can't appreciate ourselves, how can we ever appreciate someone else or expect someone else to appreciate us as individuals? We all have our individual strengths and weaknesses, beauty and ugliness. 


If I find my especially good characteristics and emphasize them, then perhaps someone else will notice, enjoy and appreciate them as well.

October 05, 2010

Honesty

There comes a point in a young person's life where he must accept everything that happened to him. I've reached that point. It's time I understand the experiences I've had and decide what I'm going to take forward with me, at least in the immediate future. Soon, this won't just be in a physical possessions and memory evidence sense.

Those things are rather fleeting, but the things that stay with us, at least stay with me, are the decisions I've made, the things I've done to the people around me and the experiences I chose or fell into in the course of events that compose my life.

It's easy to put something, some memory, some idea in the back of my mind and hope it stays there. Eventually, that pile of crap I stored in the far corner of the attic need to be sifted through. When I open that dusty box, the contents are just shadows of the original. It takes time to digest and understand what it is I'm holding in my hand: "is it a shirt? or a banner? Oh, wait, what did I use this for again?" It's all very familiar but ephemeral, dream-like, intangible.

Recently, I opened one of those boxes dirty and taped up boxes. It didn't make sense to me what I was looking at. Literally, I saw a dark cloud that was threatening to rain inside the box. Slowly, I pulled apart the layers and could see the mangled truth.

It feels good to put that irritant into a box, push it to the back of the pile and face the other side of the room. But eventually, it needs to be opened. There's no other option. The longer we wait, the more we put off rediscovering the contents, the bigger the box gets, the more mold it builds, the more brutal and dangerous the storm becomes. Have that storm knock down bushes, not telephone poles.

August 13, 2010

A Series of Choices

I am almost certain that the following revelation has been discovered and understood time and time again but I will say it anyway. Everything in existence is a series of yes or no questions.


First, the question of existence, does X exist, or not? Second, depending on the nature of the item in question, could be along the lines of does it have matter or do I, as a human, have the ability to recognize it? Contemplate this a while.

Once you get passed the existentialism, you get to questions more related to ability and function. For example, can a human eat a chicken? Can I walk 500 miles?

Once what can and cannot be done has been determined and completely explored, the questions become a matter of choosing to commit an action or not. Every single particle in the universe can participate and be examined using these yes/no questions until the question of choices arise. At that point, in my opinion, only animate beings can participate and at varying degrees depending on various elements such as instincts. But humans, when faced with a problem or dilemma often throw in questions of morality or righteousness before inquiring about willingness.

Either way, almost anything can be “figured out” with yes/no questions. But when grappling with those difficult decisions, a choice is always made, yes, or no. As humans, I think we all try to consistently pick the best one, even if it seems like a bad one.

January 24, 2010

Osaka - the first morning.

7am Osaka time I woke up, that was 2pm home time. I somehow was able to sleep from 12am to 7am Osaka time, which was 7-2pm home time. Granted I did wake up at 2am Osaka time and lay in bed for half an hour, but thats still a great start for anyone fighting 17hour jetlag.

Flying for 12 hours straight is ridiculously and surprisingly tiring. You sit there, in a cramped and uncomfortable airplane chair until either your bladder screams for relief or your feet lose feeling and your brain offers a stretch break. Man, its so dull sitting down. Sure, I had two books, two ipods, a laptop, and five different United Airlines In-Flight movies to entertain myself, but somehow I still found the attention span to be bored. (or lack thereof)

It’s 7am, my legs were telling me to up and go for a pre-shower run! “Oh, no. That’s not possible. I decided not to bring my tennis shoes, so you can’t run, not today at least.” This was my brilliant brain’s response. As a compromise, I slipped into my new suede boots and took a walk!

Off I went up the road, taking pictures and listening to my ipod all the while. (see my fb for pics) As it turns out, Vampire Weekend (any song) and ASIAN KUNG-FU GENERATION (Kona Yuki) make awesome soundtracks for walking around in Hirakata City. It must be the spunky beats and crazy lyrics.

One thing that is and was rubbing me wrong the entirety of the lovely walk is that the side streets leading from the dorm to the main street that takes you to campus has no side walks. Consequently every car, motorbike and bicycle coming down the road looks like its charging for a collision. Dealing with that last night was especially difficult considering the blinding effect that headlights have on pedestrian eyes… Note to self: wear sunglasses at night.

January 19, 2010

Osaka, Predeparture.

Friday. Friday, January 22, 2010. At 11:30am I depart from SFO and begin my adventure in Osaka. My adventure, like any other, has already begun with the anticipation. Freshman year I was super excited to go on study abroad in general. Sophomore year I was still excited but felt some apprehension because my beloved classmates would be separated for an academic year as every 3rd year student must go on study abroad for a semester.

As a departing junior, the excitement is still there but the person who will leave SFO will not be the same person upon homecoming, this makes me nervous. I anticipate the adventure itself with excitement but anticipate my reintegration into American culture with nervousness. This is because the people I am leaving behind may not appreciate the altered version of myself, or perhaps we will lose contact completely.

On a lighter note, I’ve been craving greasy, fatty American foods for the past two weeks. Yesterday, the Japanese food cravings started kicking in with a yearning for Tonkatsu, today it’s Yakisoba, tomorrow, maybe Katsuage, who knows? To my stomach’s dissatisfaction, I will be staying in a dorm for the first week, probably without access to a cafeteria meal plan, so maybe those cravings will be satisfied, not by a wonderful host mother who can cook like no other, but by a 7-Eleven microwave dinner. Speaking of 7-Eleven, I’ll need money for the first month of existence… I’m broke, damn.

December 17, 2009

Seattle to Vancouver and back again

I'm on vacation, going to Vancouver, I had to catch a Greyhound bus from Seattle. I spent time in Vancouver and Vancouver Island. This is my photo story.

December 11, 2009

Water Towers

I remember laying awake the first night that I was crashing at my uncle’s penthouse in lower Manhattan. I couldn’t sleep, I was too excited. My cousin Wigberto (Wiggs for short) and I were in my other cousin Gaspar’s old room. (Bare with me, I have a lot of cousins, a fraction of whom will be mentioned in this piece) The walls were white washed with posters of Mos Def, Beastie Boys and, what I didn’t know at the time, a marijuana leaf. Wiggs was snoring, something I’ve never been able to sleep through—nasal noise pollution, the fan in the living room was still on, Gaspar must have been hot or forgot to turn it off, and despite the late hour, the streets outside were alive with more noise pollution. The cool air from the open window filled the flat with a sweet scent, somehow Tia Paula’s doing.

My bed was located next to the window from which I could clearly see the rooftops of the buildings across the street and out onto the dark street below. Gaspar’s bedroom window has a view of Robert De Niro’s apartment, which has a beautiful lush garden on his rooftop patio where vines spill over the edge. I couldn’t help but imagine there was a jungle inside what I thought to be a green house that was trying to escape like too much water being poured into a box.

De Niro’s jungle was on the left hand side of the view the window painted. The middle and centerpiece was occupied by a dirty, grungy water tower that was supported by lanky steel pillars. It wasn’t very large, I remember the size it came through the window was no larger than my head, which may speak more of the distance to which we were separated than the actual size, but I wouldn’t know, I’ve never been close enough to a water tower to know how big they are.

New York has a lot of light pollution, even at 3am. None of the apartments that I could see had lights turned on but from behind the water tower, it looked like the sun was rising. Never have I seen anything like it since, not even real sun rises. The longer I stared at the spectacle in front of me—the jungle rooftop, the dark brick buildings, the grungy water tower being illuminated from behind like a delirious dream of a savior descending from heaven—the more I could feel the city sucking me into itself. Embracing me with its hot, sticky heat, its sweet aroma of Tia’s Glade Plug-in, its lingering taste of car exhaust, its clean floors and dirty room corners, its old modern, its millions of children, all begging me to relax and accept the environment I suddenly found myself in.

It’s worth mentioning that I have germ issues, Krystal says I’m a germaphobe, but, “you have very specific stipulations to your condition.” In New York, I have no germ issues. I don’t care if I touch the subway station walls, I don’t care if I eat a hot dog from a street vendor; just short of licking a telephone pole, I’m fine. I believe this to be because I spent my first night away from my parents in the city with that water tower, I felt so comfortable sitting, observing, and pondering it that nothing fazes me in the big apple.

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Excerpt from my writing portfolio. Enjoy

November 30, 2009

When I think of writing, I think about...

When I think of writing, I think about letters, and words, and sentences, and paragraphs, and papers, and stories, and books, and grammar. As soon as I enter the thought bubble of grammar, I jump into linguistics, and psycholinguistics, and the cultural implications of language.

Writing is a form of language, and language gets me excited.

Language is fascinating. Have you ever been reading a page and stopped, just stopped and thought about the words on the page in front of you? Why does this word blue make me conjure this image? Why does this cluster of words form what I call a sentence? I don’t know about you, but so many why and how questions pop into my head.

I love language, I somewhat enjoy writing because it is a form of language, but it’s only a piece of the overall pie, we can’t forget that.

February 09, 2009

Is There Creativity Within Translation? - An Exploration of Creativity and Translation

Translation has traditionally been considered a mechanical process, a simple and clean one-to-one exchange. But this isn’t true. The process of creating a good translation is complicated and very difficult. This essay will examine the elements of translation that either directly involve creativity or at least suggest the presence of it. I conducted an interview with Dr. Tomoko Takahashi, Provost & Vice President for Academic Affairs, Dean of the Graduate School, and Professor of Linguistics and Education at Soka University of America. Dr. Takahashi translated three of Mrs. Rosa Parks’ books: Rosa Parks: My Story, Quiet Strength, and Dear Mrs. Parks from English to Japanese, and is a widely respected translator of Japanese and English. I will refer to this interview from time to time as evidence and support for some of the research presented. Lastly, I will offer a research proposal for this area of study.

Creativity can be explained as new associations between different or similar ideas. Associations, as Aristotle conceived, are ideas that are connected or have associations with other ideas (Dacey & Lennon, 1998, p. 17). The creative person makes new associations between previously unconnected items. All individuals, creative or not, have associative hierarchies. The steepness of the hierarchy varies from person to person. The steeper the hierarchy, the fewer and less creative the responses one will have to a question or stimulus. A creative person has a mostly flat associative hierarchy which has a closer network of associations that yield a higher number of general and creative responses. These close associations are less strongly connected to stimulus. In contrast, remote associations, which are prevalent in vertical hierarchies, are more strongly connected to stimulus. (Martindale, 1999, p. 139) Translators need flat associations in order to have the flexibility necessary to find coherent translations for their target audience.

As alluded to above, translation is more than a one-to-one correspondence, it is a complicated transfer of meaning from 1 language to another (Encyclopedia, 2000, p. 185). Translation “enables a cooperative, adequate communication across cultural barriers.” A translator must translate the technical language of the source text and must also take into account the cultural context in which the source occurs. Overcoming the cultural barriers between the source language and the target language is a significant part of the “expert action” and is one of the most difficult aspects of translation (Encyclopedia, 2000, p. 3).

A translator is not an artist. The artist works in the midst of the “language forest,” whereas the translator is on the outside of the forest, working with the entirety of the language trying to produce an “echo of the original.” The process which the translator must implement is more intellectual, rationalizing, distanced, and less spontaneous, graphic and primary than original writing (Encyclopedia, 2000, p. 195).

The echo that the translator tries to produce is what is referred to as the “pure language” of the original. This is a “force,” a poetic potential, which is hidden in the text. It tries to surpass the immediate limit of words, it is the hidden harmony of all the modes of intention. The translator fulfills his/her mission when he/she successfully communicates the content and the pure language “element that doesn’t lend itself to translation” (Encyclopedia, 2000, p. 195).

Dr. Takahashi spoke about her experience of tapping into Mrs. Parks’ pure language as follows: When she was translating Mrs. Parks’ first book, she faced a translation problem (see footnote1), how to translate Mrs. Parks’ intention behind her specific word choice. A literal translation wouldn’t suffice in the least. Finally, she was able to translate her pure language when she understood the text “with her life.” She successfully translated Mrs. Parks’ voice because she understood her heart (T. Takahashi, personal communication, January 22, 2009). This is what pure language refers to, the concept that the words try to grasp, the intention, and with autobiographies, the experiences and life of the author all at once.

Ann Sullivan, Helen Keller’s teacher, was also able to transmit pure language to Helen. Sullivan exposed Helen to a series of experiences with water. Helen had some clue of similarities between them because Sullivan consistently scratched “water” into her hand. She realized the experiences were basically similar, and was the first perception of an entirely new order in the mind—a concept. This concept formed a hierarchy and then yielded a new structure of the mind. This structure enabled her to communicate and think for herself. The new mental structure’s trigger was the successful communication of the “pure language” or conceptual abstraction of water (Bohm, 1998, p. 5).

To be able to transmit the pure language of anything, it requires a tremendous amount of creativity. For Sullivan, creativity was maintaining her patience and slowly building the concept of water in Helen’s mind through experiences, the only tool she had to reach Helen. For Dr. Takahashi, it required her to almost become Mrs. Parks in every way (she shared that she imagined Mrs. Parks voice speaking in the target language so as to maintain her voice, her pure language), even down to her experiences and struggles (T. Takahashi, personal communication, January 22, 2009).

Outside of pure language, there are many different theories surrounding translation and the types of translation possible. Two types that encompass most of the types are covert and overt translation. Covert translation applies when the source text is not culture specific. It is the traditional, mechanical idea of translation that is based on creating a functional equivalence of the text, or the skopos (see footnote2). Overt translation is required when the source text is heavily dependent on the source culture. Employing overt translation is far more difficult than covert translation because the translator has to account for the differences in cultural presuppositions of the source and target language communities. In such situations, cultural filters have to be applied in order to account for those differences (Encyclopedia, 2000, p. 197). Designing and choosing the cultural filters that one will apply is very difficult. Examples of cultural filters in foreignization can be having an explanatory insertion in the text or footnote by the translation.

Whether covert or overt translation is employed, the translation must satisfy the coherence rule, the target text has to be understandable for its intended users, which includes background and situational circumstance knowledge (Encyclopedia, 2000, p. 235). All of this must occur while still maintain the integrity of the pure language.

Increasingly, the job of translator appears to be a mentally exhausting juggling act. But, if the above mentioned criteria are not satisfied, the translation cannot truly be a translation. It then becomes an adaptation which is based on the source text. Sir John Denham once said the following about translating, “if Virgil must needs speak English, it were fit he should speak not only as a man of this nation, but as a man of this age.” (Encyclopedia, 2000, p. 241). Sir Denham saw no issue with a translator claiming a bit of poetic license but it helps further emphasize the complicated role of the translator (see footnote3). How does s/he maintain the integrity of the source text? Creatively.

There are limits to a translator’s creativity and thus challenge whether a translator’s creativity is truly creative or simply re-creative. When working on any sort of translating problem, s/he must operate within certain sets of constraints which do not apply to original authors or artists. The constraints limit the cognitive process to a certain degree. They must deal with the limits of their task: the activity which has to be carried out and its context; their text: the linguistic and discoursal structure of the source text; and the translator him/herself: the limit of their linguistic and non-linguistic knowledge. All of these restraints draw on different cognitive resources and have different influences on the mind of the translator (Encyclopedia, 2000, p. 185).

The monolingual, obviously, doesn’t operate, under these same restraints. The monolingual is “sender-oriented,” in that he is paying attention to the speaker/writer’s message for the purpose of agreeing, disagreeing, replying, etc; whereas the translator must identify possible problems and recognize the translation relevant elements that must be included and addressed in the target text. The translator is thus “receiver-oriented,” s/he is actively listening to the speaker/writers message for retransmission to the receiver of the target text. The portion of this action that requires care, heightened attention and precision, it can be argued, has an element of cognitive creativity. Regardless, the translator constantly has the target text receiver in mind, and s/he must suppress and control his/her own personal reactions to the message in order to put the expectations of the target audience first (Encyclopedia, 2000, p. 185). The absorption of information from the source then becomes increasingly mechanical and pushes the act of translation closer to being re-creative rather than creative. This act of suppressing the translator’s self in favor of others, in my opinion, stifles his/her personal creative cognitive processes.

For the translator, as a multilingual person, his/her personal creative process is not monolingual, but when functioning as a translator, it must be monolingual. This further stifles his/her creative process by limiting the number of conceptual language planes s/he is allowed to work within.

Other than the linguistic planes a translator is confined to, s/he is also limited by the content of source text. Dr. Takahashi said that she didn’t like translating as much as writing her own books because writing a book involves more creativity in the process and product than translating does (T. Takahashi, personal communication, January 22, 2009).

These limits on the translator’s creativity prevent original creativity but do not hinder re-creativity. Also, original creativity involves making something completely new where there was nothing, translation makes something that can be argued as new (or not new) from where there already was something, which is definitely not original creativity. Here again, we have further re-creative support.

The re-creative translator, rather than artist, is constrained by the limits imposed by the text and conventions of the target text’s translation culture (Green, 2001, p. 8). S/he is like musical arranger: both must be more of an artist while working with pedestrian material, they both must surpass the original composer, and both are subordinate to the original work (Green, 2001, p. 29). In order to do this well, according to Green, you must have “mental agility rather than free creativity” (Green, 2001, p. 9). It is precisely because of this that Dr. Takahashi and so many other multilingual individuals prefer to create their own bodies of work, they enjoy the free creativity involved (T. Takahashi, personal communication, January 22, 2009).

In the world of literary texts, it is exponentially more difficult to translate in that the texts are highly personal and original. Non-literary texts are almost globally uniform and are designed to be impersonal and objective, so translating those are much more straightforward and cognitively simpler (Green, 2001, p. 11). The more personal and original the text is, the harder it is to translate. The harder it is to translate something, the more creativity is required for the translator. Also, the more unique the problem, the less practical general problem solving procedures and less automatic the whole process becomes (Encyclopedia, 2000, p. 57).

Think Aloud Protocols (TAPs) are one method translations studies researchers use to understand the mental process of translating. The researcher asks the translator to translate a text and verbalize as much of his/her thoughts as possible. The purpose of this method is to gain insight into the psychological and linguistic aspect of translating. The flaw of this method is that the translator can only verbalize what s/he is aware of, not any subconscious thoughts or automated tasks (Encyclopedia, 2000, p. 265).

Paul Kussmaul was the only translations studies researcher who conducted experiments that tested the correlation between creativity and translation ability. He had 2 of his translator training students conduct TAPs surrounding a translation assignment. They were asked to translate the following into German:
How well the summer wine goes down, whilst you bask in the balm of an island evening, fanned by flattery of murmuring machos and lulled by the lilt of gypsy guitars.

The specific translation problem they encountered was the phrase “murmuring machos. Their first solution was “Liebestoller Latin Loves” (love-crazed Latin Lovers) –which does not have the same poetic quality as “murmuring machos,” according to Kussmaul. They then employed the parallel activity technique, which is the technique of leaving one’s conscious mind alone for a while and thus creating the necessary relaxation for your mind to solve the problem sub-consciously—or otherwise known as “incubation.” After the students incubated during the time that it took to turn the cassette tape over, one of the student’s subconscious mind revealed a new solution: “bewundernde Blicke” (admiring looks). According to the students and Kussmaul’s opinion, this was a much better translation than the first suggestion (Kussmaul, 1995, p. 43).

This suggests that, like creativity, translation involves an element of subconscious thought, which opens up many research possibilities about their link with one another.

There is a positive link between bilinguals and creative advantage. Lubart argues that bilinguals have a more flexible approach to the world due to their broad linguistic perspective. They have a greater metalinguistic awareness of arbitrary, nonphysical aspects of words and the effects of context on the meaning of words. He says that they find it easier to encode and access knowledge in diverse ways which means a greater diversity of associations within the same concept because, in their minds, it occurs and exists in 2 different linguistic conceptual networks. They also have a greater tolerance for ambiguity which makes them comfortable with situations where one idea can have different nuances depending on their linguistic continuity. Lastly, Lubart says that their living conditions have bicultural benefits because they are exposed to multiple plains of human existence on a daily basis (Lubart, 1999, 344).

By nature, translators are bilingual, either by their living situation in their young life or by learning another language later in life. Either way, they have the flexible and complicated cognitive process that Lubart talks about that enables them to have a higher capacity for creativity. Regardless of previous arguments in this essay, translators themselves, as bilinguals, have this higher capacity for creativity; thus, even if translation, regardless of the translator, doesn’t involve creativity, by adding the bilingual translator, it suddenly has the potential to involve creativity.

In conclusion, the study of translation is a broad and complex field of study. While researching I discovered that most of the inquiry into this field has happened in the past 20-30 years, so it is still a very young field. It would be beneficial and is possibly inevitable that as it ages, it will be more clearly “mapped out” and will thus be easier to it to factionalize. But, before it does so, I suggest that the researchers within this field and those within the field of creativity come together and build a new field within both translation and creativity. It will give translation a needed push and will also move creativity research further into a field it has, to my understanding, only lightly tapped into.

By delving into both fields simultaneously, the creativity researchers can gather more data on the cognitive and subconscious process of creativity. While the translation researchers can understand more about the non-mechanical aspects of translation and why they happen the way they do.

Also, both fields can examine free dialogue and its effects on creativity. According to Bohm and Peat, when engaged completely in the dialogue, with every party’s point of view suspended and left with the logos during the duration of the dialogue, the dialogue can transform culture and free it of its “destructive mis-formation.” It can remove barriers and allow all of the individuals involved to bring forward their background and sub-cultural knowledge and thus free one another a little bit of those restraints. Once these restraints are loose, we can move in a new order and can make any amount associations together, within the logos (Bohm & Peat, 2000, p.240).

It would be intriguing to examine if something similar to logos is formed in the translator’s mind as s/he is in the act of translating. If there is a free dialogue between the languages the translator is employing and their cultures.
The world has infinitely many free associations that have yet to be made, and in an effort to bring this paper to a close, I suggest that you challenge yourself to make a new association in your mind and see if it doesn’t trigger a revolution of new associations which you can form into something worthwhile in your own life.

footnotes:
1.Translation problem: some part of the process of transfer —whether deriving from the reception of the source text or production of the target text— that makes the analysis or synthesis non-mechanical. (Encyclopedia, 2000, p. 187). Such a complicated problem can beg a creative solution which may lead the translator to utilize a mechanical
2.The skopos is a technical term for the purpose of the translation.
3.This depends on which translation theorist you side with. Some believe domestication, as Sir Denham is advocating, is in fact maintaining the integrity of the author’s voice. Though Virgil may be hundreds of years old, he spoke in his own modern tongue. Therefore when translated, he should speak in a modern tongue. The debate regarding modern vs. ancient intralingual translation is complicated and not relevant to the discussion of creativity at the moment (See Encyclopedia, “Strategies of Translation” for further explanation).

References
Baker, Mona (Ed.). (2000). Routledge Encyclopedia of Translation Studies (pp. 3-265). New York: Routledge.
Bohm, David. (1998) On Creativity (Lee Nichol, Ed.). (pp. 1-26). London: Routledge.
Bohm, D., Peat, F. D., (2000). Science, Order, and Creativity (2nd ed.). (pp. 229-201). New York: Routledge.
Dacey, J. S., Lennon, K. A., (1998). Understanding Creativity: The Interplay of Biological, Psychological, and Social Factors. (pp. 3-44). San Francisco: Jossey-Bass Inc.
Green, Jeffrey M. (2001). Thinking Through Translation. (pp. 1-31). Athens, Georgia: University of Georgia Press.
Kussmaul, Paul. (1995). Training the Translator. Benjamins Translation Library. (Vol. 10). Philidelphia: John Benjamins North America.
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Martindale, Colin. (1999). Biological Bases of Creativity. Robert Sternburg (Ed.). Handbook of Creativity. (pp. 137-149). Cambridge University Press.

May 26, 2008

Knock, Knock Short

--Purely in the draft stages and written as seen below within 1 hour. There is nothing really important about it, just something I wrote.

“Knock, knock” pierced through silence. Slowly, the door creaked open, revealing a smallish, round faced young woman wearing a navy blue cotton summer dress, with white shoes.
“Please, come in,” she said to me
“I have an appointment with Dr. Halle.”
“Don’t worry about such things now, it will all be dealt with in time.” She replied as she led me through a maze of doors.
“Please, sit down,” she gestured toward a large, purple velvet armchair.
The guest sat down and the woman left. He was surrounded by oil paintings and tapestries, which seemed out of place in the large, dark room. The floor was covered in a complex Indian rug, which was under another rug, one of tiger skin. This tiger rug’s head was facing him, it appeared to have a smiling mouth and a frowning facial characteristics.
“You’re early, I told you to be late, if anything.”
Under an archway leading to the dinning area, stood a tall, lean, gentle faced woman.
“You never listen to me, why? Don’t you trust me?” She asked with a small smile on her face.
“Don’t go jumping to conclusions now, I only wanted to speak to you a moment.” Replied the house guest with same sort of smile on his face.
“I wanted to ask you about your husband’s ring.”
“There was nothing important about it, nor anything that would concern you.”
“On the contrary, I was curious to learn he had picked it out of a store window, or if you bought it on his behalf.”
“He purchased it as a pair with my own, he picked them both out at Gerard’s.”
“Had you expressed an interest in that pair beforehand? Or were you so perfectly matched that you shared the same taste in jewelry?”
There was a pause during which her face became stern, cold, like day old soup.
He began again, “I normally wouldn’t ask but I need to know. I have to find out how you, as a couple, behaved toward one another. I feel it is necessary for his biography.”
“He picked them out and bought them, but that wasn’t the important part of our relationship. All that you need to know about our relationship is how he was as a person. He was a great man and treated me and everyone else like a great person, no matter how terrible anyone was to him.” At this point, he thought it would be better not to ask anymore questions.

April 04, 2008

Details

There are details, important, secretive details. Details that prefer to stay unknown, that refuse to be known.
Staying unknown allows them to float about freely, keeping in time with what each mind conjures the pictures it paints with its ambiguity.

Once details are known, the ideal picture that was etched into your consciousness is now scorched and ripped into jagged and misshapen pieces. These pieces of the nonexistent painting portrayed an image you hid behind.

Now the imperfect image you thought was perfect and large enough to hide you can no longer hide you. It lays on the dirty floor next to the grotesquely flawed details you tried to accept as perfect. You accepted them as perfect to justify their protection. By doing so, you hoped to find perfection within yourself. But with the revelation of their true nature, you saw your own.

You saw your lack of symmetry, you saw your weaknesses. You saw yourself as clay that still needs molding. You clean up the pieces of your once perfect cover and hope you can become as perfect as you believed it to be.

I hope you will never reach that perfection. I hope you realize you are perfect as an imperfect being and you will never stop trying to perfect that imperfect nature.

January 10, 2007

Newspaper Anime Review Article

this is what i emailed to the newspaper, verbatim:
here is my article. it's a review of the anime Ouran High School Host Club. Thanks so much! I really appreciate your efforts in putting together the paper!

Ouran High School Host Club
(Ouran Koukou Hosuto Bu)
By: Kimberly England

"At Ouran Private Academy, lineage comes first, then money. Wealthy people have leisure time, thus in the Ouran Host Club, handsome boys who have too much free time on their hands flourish by entertaining equally idle girls. A unique and magnificent play set in a super-rich school." -Tamaki

Ouran High School Host Club is an anime about a club of boys who entertain girls with conversation and tea everyday after school. Each host is unique in his own way and represents different type of attitude and personality: wild type, Lolita boy type, devilish type, and cool type. The setting is the Ouran High School campus which has architecture resembling that of the Palace of Versailles in every way except Ouran is pink and blue. The anime and manga are considered Shojo, which means for girls, but guys can enjoy it too.
The host club's members are as follows, Tamaki Suou is the president, also called the club's King, he is a sophomore. Kyoya Ootori is a sophomore too and the vice president as well as every other officer position (treasurer, historian, publicity, etc.); he founded the club with Tamaki. Tamaki calls himself Otou-san (father in Japanese) and calls Kyoya, Okaa-san (mother in Japanese), no one is sure why.
Takashi Morinozuka's nickname is Mori, Mitsukuni Haninozuka is nicknamed Honey, both Mori and Honey are juniors. Hikaru & Kaoru Hitachiin are twin brothers in ninth grade. Lastly is Haruhi Fujioka, a freshman too.
Haruhi is a girl from a middle class family who is awarded a full scholarship to the extremely exclusive (and expensive) private school, Ouran High School. In appearance, Haruhi looks like a boy, large wire framed glasses, short brown hair, wears the boys uniform, and put politely, has a small bust measurement.
At 3:22pm on Haruhi's first day at Ouran, while searching for a quiet place to study, she walks into Music Room 3, the host club's headquarters. All of the hosts are inside and Kyoya immediately recognizes her as the "thick skinned commoner" who won the scholarship--there is only one scholarship at Ouran. She is overwhelmed by the outgoing personalities of the hosts and shatters a 8,000,000¥ (approximately $67, 063.66) vase that was conveniently located near the door. "'When in Rome, do as Romans do.' If you don't have the money, pay with your body!" (Tamaki, episode 1) She is forced to work as the club's lackey until the debt is paid off, or until graduation. Eventually she is promoted to host after the boys give her a makeover and see that she is attractive and will bring in customers.
This anime addresses issues like social class discrimination, incest, and homosexuality with light hearted context and tone. It is also sexually suggestive, but that does not mean that your five year old sister can't watch it nor enjoy it, provided she can read subtitles.
Other than such controversial topics, it also discusses pressure put on the upper class students by their families, the pressure to maintain family honor by becoming successful and marrying other equally honorable and successful people.
Ouran High School Host Club was created by Bisco Hatori. The production company is Bones, which uses CG animation, giving it a crisp and clean look to it, even in AVI format. One must know either Japanese or how to read subtitles to be able to understand the anime, simply because it is only available in Japanese at the moment. The manga is licensed by Viz and available online or at your local manga retailer. There are 26 episodes in all and each episode is about 23min long and 170mb in size.

I hope you will Google it and see for yourself how wonderful it is! :D

January 06, 2007

White & Nerdy

"Weird Al" Yankovic's music video from his new album "Straight Outta Lynwood" (in stores Sept. 26)

December 31, 2006

Write a Story

A while ago I saw this movie, Whisper of the Heart, it's a story about a young girl, Shizuku, who is following her heart despite pressures around her to do what she is supposed to do, not what she wants to do--write. (Below is a clip of the movie, feel free to watch the whole movie at youtube.com the version uploaded is in Japanese. yay! :D)

I watched this movie a few months ago and its still stuck in my head, I was so inspired by her to write a story of my own. I love writing too. The only thing that is stopping me is that I don't know what to write about. I wrote a fan fiction story a long time ago about a neopet (lame, I know..) which wasn't that good, but I had a great time writing it. I've been itching to write something since I got tired of the first neopet story, but can't find a topic. I suppose I have writers block, but then I have probably had it since 8th grade, when I stopped writing the neopet story.

I want to write something, I don't care if its non-fiction, science fiction, a biography, doesn't matter, it just has to tell a story.

December 26, 2006

long day

Today I went with Yumi to the Sun Valley Mall in Concord. We went to Aéropostale, American Eagle, the Vans Store, H&M, Hot Topic, the Gap, and In 'n' Out. Then we went to her house, watched High School Musical, and watched the Suite Life with Zach & Cody. Busy day, up at 6:55AM, and got home at 5:45PM.

While in Aéropostale and American Eagle, Yumi was shopping for clothing and I was just roaming the store looking at clothes people consider to be fashionable these days. Some of it was cute, but some of it wasn't. Mostly I just felt out of place in there, these were stores that fashionable people went to. I don't consider myself a fashionable person, nor do I try to be one. I like my style, and I don't like the clothes that these stores sold.

At the Vans store I was a little sad when I couldn't find an Emory. The Emory a model of their skate shoe. (Shown at left) This show is my favorite Vans shoe, it is discontinued, unfortunately. I saw it once, at Mervyn's, with Zach. It was a size 9 1/2, just my size. *tear* I took a picture with it, not realizing I'd never see it again... :[

Anyway, moving on, I bought a white, canvas belt and black/gray/cream gloves at H&M. I originally wanted to buy a scarf there, but they didn't have any on the floor, that I could tell. There were a few cute shirts that I was considering buying, but I didn't want to use my lunch money.

At the Gap I bought a pair of boxers, they were on sale for $6! I was excited about that. I <3 boxers, especially comfortable ones! These are 100% soft cotton, gray plaid AND have the tag along the spandex!! (celebrates at purchase victory) They are so comfortable! Plus, they had just one in my size left.

After we ate our burgers at In 'n' Out, we spent about two hours discussing the work we had to do for Kotekitai. We forgot to bring writing utensils so we resorted to storing our notes in txts on our phones, xD we're so resourceful!

She showed me around her town, Albany, climbed Indian Rock, which is this huge rock where you can see the whole Bay Area. It was such a nice view. She pointed out the different cities and landmarks that were visible and I pointed her where I lived, turns out we live really close to each other. We went to her house and watched High School Musical, the actor who plays Troy is hot. This movie is becoming my guilty pleasure. After that was done, we watched a few episodes of the Suite Life with Zack and Cody. It took her brother, Akira, 30 minutes to figure out that Zack & Cody were brothers. Hes a hoot and a half, that one.

Caught the BART home in the pouring rain, and promptly signed back onto my computer. That was my day, I hope you found it mildly interesting.

December 18, 2006

Pet Peeves

*squeak* OMG! What was that?? *looks around nervously* Oh, good, it was just my wet shoe rubbing against the floor... NO! EVIL SQUEAKAGE! I have nothing to write about today, instead of writing about something that happened today, I listed some of my pet peeves...

  1. My wet shoes squelching and squeaking when I walk to my locker on rainy mornings.
  2. Storing food in containers that aren't air tight nor plastic ziploc bags.
  3. Having a cluttered backpack.
  4. Storing things out of size order, smallest to largest, in my biggest backpack pocket.
  5. Writing notes in blue ink.
  6. Writing notes messily.
  7. Getting sticky food on my nose while eating.
  8. Earwax in my ears.
  9. Earwax on my inner ear headphones.
  10. Using smilies like :) and :-).
  11. When people refuse to let me get my word in during conversations.
  12. Not having okurigana on kanji I don't know.
  13. Forgetting what I was going to blog about when I get home.
  14. The fact that I can never figure out how to use the phrase "wot wot" right. [note: that doesn't say woot woot]
  15. When the Firefox spell check plug-in doesn't work on javascript text areas.
  16. When people bite their thumbs at people.
  17. When I hear the MSN Messenger IM Receive noise repeatedly at a rapid rate for long periods of time.
  18. When I start something online, and don't finish it by sign off time.
  19. When people call and I'm too tired to talk but I talk anyway.
  20. Hearing my phone vibrate.
  21. Hearing any high pitched ringing that resembles my alarm.
  22. Not remembering something very important that an important person told me.
  23. Hearing the low buzz of my computer rather than its hum.
  24. Getting annoyed at people.
  25. When my mood gets changed dramatically by something I read, see, or hear.
  26. When I get emo.
  27. When people go "away" in the IM for long periods of time and forget to "return" in the IM.
  28. When I can't go to something that a bunch of people I know will go to.
  29. When I'm expecting a call and it never comes.
  30. When many programs are visible in my "notification area" on the task bar.

December 16, 2006

Bones' Fancy New Fur

Bones' old food, Purina Cat Chow Adult Formula, wasn't agreeing with her. She'd throw it up every time she ate it, Mom didn't appreciate cleaning up that much mess.

One day, Dad brought her a new kind of cat food, Nutro Complete Care Cat Food Adult Formula. A 2lb. bag of this stuff is $12.00! Her previous food, Purina, was $12.00 for 12lbs.! Its insane that we have to pay the same amount for 1/6 of the chow!

After a few months of this new food, she stopped throwing up, she slimed down, built up her muscles a little, and her coat is glossier! It's so much fun to pet her now, because she has soft fur and it's pretty! ^___^

With the old food, she was suffering but the family budget was happy. Now shes happy but the family budget is suffering... I'd rather have a happy cat than a larger bank account.

December 15, 2006

Newspaper Article

This quarter's school newspaper, Jet Blast, was released today. It had six pages of articles and artwork. The artwork was all holiday themed! Julian submitted one, it was very pretty. She said she made it on the computer, as in used the mouse as a pencil and drew every last line with the mouse. [that's crazy hard...] Julian's added some blends that made it look all the more better, ^___^ she's good at presentation.

The articles, Ian wrote an article about the problem of homophobia in our school, which is a little difficult to believe that a school as diverse as ours has a problem like that. He made some valid points but I couldn't focus on his argument because there were many structural problems. :/ He's only a junior, so I can't blame him. All the underclassmen articles I read had quite a few grammatical errors, not that my own grammar skills are perfect. The editor has to proof read all the articles and make sure that articles have as few errors as possible, and the teacher in charge of it should do it too, to check. But Mr. Smith, an arithmetic teacher, is the teacher for the newspaper, :/ we find a lot of errors on our statistics homework sheets...

Leland, the editor-in-chief called for students to write articles, so I've decided to write something, probably multiple things--anime review, anime movie review, and a non-anime article. I was thinking about writing my non-anime article about blogging, but what would be the purpose of it? Just talking about blogging? To me, that seems pretty redundant. :/

Maybe I'll write my anime review about Ouran High School Host Club. It's a very interesting anime, I'm sure it'll be entertaining. I've been wanting to write a review for that anime, ^__^ it's one of my favorite anime! :D I hope it comes out nicely and people will be introduced to something new and it'll open up possibilities in their lives.

Playing on Sirius' Alt Nation | 21: Switchfoot - Oh! Gravity
aren't they a religious group? :/