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Cake day: July 30th, 2023

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  • Even with humans, there are good translations and bad translations.

    Some of my favorite authors did not natively write in English and the translators did a stellar job of capturing the nuance of the original.

    I can’t imagine AI giving anything other than a straight denotative translation. It would be readable, but with no soul.

    Here’s a passage from Carlos Ruiz Zafon’s “The Shadow of the Wind” in Spanish (“La sombra del viento”):

    “En una ocasión oí comentar a un cliente habitual en la librería de mi padre que pocas cosas marcan tanto a un lector como el primer libro que realmente se abre camino hasta su corazón. Aquellas primeras imágenes, el eco de esas palabras que creemos haber dejado atrás, nos acompañan toda la vida y esculpen un palacio en nuestra memoria al que, tarde o temprano —no importa cuántos libros leamos, cuántos mundos descubramos, cuánto aprendamos u olvidemos—, vamos a regresar. Para mí, esas páginas embrujadas siempre serán las que encontré entre los pasillos del Cementerio de los Libros Olvidados.”

    The English translation:

    “Once, in my father’s bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later - no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget - we will return. For me those enchanted pages will always be the ones I found among the passageways of the Cemetery of Forgotten Books.”

    Google translate:

    “I once heard a regular customer at my father’s bookstore comment that few things leave a lasting impression on a reader as much as the first book that truly makes its way into their heart. Those first images, the echo of those words we think we’ve left behind, stay with us for a lifetime and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, how much we learn or forget—we will return. For me, those haunted pages will always be the ones I found in the aisles of the Cemetery of Forgotten Books.”



  • Freedom comes at a cost, what you want is for other people to shoulder the burden and take care of you and that’s not an option beyond a certain age, and having someone do that for you also comes at a cost.

    Your basic needs will be met either in the military or in prison, but that’s not freedom.

    You can get a job and pay for your basic needs on your own, which while also not freedom, is still better than the military or prison. :)

    You can enroll in college and have food/shelter taken care of, but if you don’t have a job to pay for it, you’ll bury yourself in debt, paying for your freedom now, with debt chains later.











  • As a rule, we don’t handle the unexpected well. When my grandfather died from lung cancer, it was a long, protracted ordeal involving hospice care. Everyone was prepared, nobody was surprised.

    When my dad died from a massive heart attack in the middle of nowhere in Nevada, a month after retiring, it was a shock, nobody saw it coming. He didn’t make it long enough for the life flight helicopter to get there. Reportedly his last words were “Oh no.”

    It’s one thing to plan for a death, it’s another to be slapped in the head with one.