Ms. Translation and the culture of un-truth

My bread and butter work, and avocation, is translating philosophical works. It is very steady work, and so I don’t have a business card. Since the 1980's when I learned some Latin at the University of San Francisco, I was aware that the version of the Novus Ordo Mass we said in English was grossly mistranslated in a tendentious way. Enough is written elsewhere about that. If I made such errors in translation, I would have fired myself. The mistranslations often eliminated scriptural references, minimized Catholic expressions of personal guilt, and replaced references to spiritual realities and entities with material realities. Fr. Joseph Fessio suggested to us students of Latin that we make a study of the "Collects" in Latin and English. The fact that the Church has taken half a century to fix up a few mistranslations is sign, it seems to me, that Church-men have become used to a culture of un-truth. The Catholic Church’s teachings have always had plenty of things that make people uneasy, such as the claim to exclusivity, and clear-cut sexual ethics. But those particular things have been kept out of view. I wonder about the procedure for becoming a Catholic. Are potential converts only told at the very last moment that the Catholic Church holds itself to be the exclusive and true Church founded by Christ?

Mama died

Mama died at the age of 91. That was on the eleventh of November, 2011 (11/11/11), and she was an associate member of the Legion, because Dad was a soldier in WW II. When she was around age 89, we started going to places to perform music, and some of her performances are at: http://youtube.com/hyoomik. For the last three years, between my work, I have been indulging in music, playing in various places in Niagara Falls, Ontario. It has been at the amateur level, and some people have appreciated it. Also, I have made many friends, and a few very good friends, through music.

This past year, I had several bouts of illness that seemed near life-threatening. One was a bout of coughing and pneumonia, where it seemed that if I went to sleep I might not get up. The other was a blockage in an artery in my leg. I didn't need a doctor to diagnose it, because I knew exactly where it was and could tell which way it was heading. In neither case did I even go to a doctor, because in either case, if you are seriously ill, you merely lie in the hospital, and they really can't or won't do anything. The blockage in the artery was from being in a small poorly ventilated room in the hottest day of summer smoking cigarettes. Believe it or not, a cigarette or two outside is not that harmful. But in a poorly ventilated area you are breathing the same stuff over and over again. Even without cigarettes, poor ventilation is not good if you are ill disposed. People get vein and artery problems very often after airplane flights, because even though an airplane is swimming in air, the same air circulates on a long flight. In either case, I still had to produce the same quota of work every month, as an independent contractor with no provision for sick leave. That means sitting in a hospital is out of the question. It would mean that I would still be sick, but I would also be poor in such a way that I would be sicker still.

As it is, after taking care of a house that is too big for me for twenty-three years, with so much junk from other people that I can't move, I am free. I could go anywhere in the world that would let me in and peck away at my work on a computer. I just need a few hours of Wi-Fi a month.

Mom's funeral was a very big affair, since she is the mother of a priest (my younger brother). I have had discussions about funerals, and I find the customs of embalming, make-up, and so forth grotesque. I was present in the eight hours leading up to her death, although I wasn't there for the actual two or three minutes because she was in a room with medical attendants while I waited outside. The only thing that matters to me in this regard, and in regard to my own death, is that people will pray for me, and that I am as ready as I can to meet God at that moment.

The basic history of my last twenty-three years is this. I came "home" for six months with a return ticket to Poland where I would resume doctoral studies. My mother was in the hospital, in the psychiatric wing, and my father was in a nursing home dying. A social worker said to me, "Your mother has been in the hospital too long. Either she is signed out under your care, or she is sent to Hamilton." Hamilton has a lunatic asylum (whatever the euphemism may be today) and it is not nice to be there. And so I stuck around all those years. So, that chapter is over.

For long periods of time I was unemployable, because Mom often was in a state where she could not be left alone for more than a few hours. Eventually her condition somewhat improved, allowing me to teach part-time at a university, to wash dishes in a restaurant, and eventually my colleagues in Poland asked me to translated an Encyclopedia of Philosophy. Some of my translations cane be seen here:
http://www.ptta.pl/pef/index.php?id=hasla_a&lang=en. I have probably fifteen more years of work, maybe more, before this project is completed. I am paid the standard payment that a person in Poland would receive, but that is balanced by the fact that few translators have such steady work.

Fr. Mieczysław Krąpiec OP, my teacher, said that this work is not “for tomorrow”, but for the “day after tomorrow,” which gives me the satisfaction of knowing that my work may outlast me.

MAY 4 2011
Three years since I wrote anything here. I am sure that no one visits anyway. What is new? In those past two years, at least four translated books have been published. My work on the Powszechna Encyclopedia continues, now (nine years into it) I am getting near the end of the letter "H".
It is a cold spring, the furnace still comes on often.

Occasionally, I have been copying words from one notebook, or reading a book, while the television was one. Three times I have noticed the coincidence. I am reading a word or phrase, and at that very instant someone on television says the same word.
The first occasion was when I was reading something by Marshall McLuhan, specifically a joke that goes like this "What did they do before they invented the lightbulb?" "They watched television by candlelight". MASH was on television, and at that very moment, there was some incident about a lightbulb burning out, and some dialogue.
Then, I was copying something and I believe the word "destination" coincided at the exact time between my writing/reading and the television dialogue. I don't remember the show, but it may have been one of the courtroom reality shows.
Then, the word "rain" coincided.

February 12, 2008
It is funny how over the years, it is the same thing from day to day, year to year, and I am not unhappy with this. I have work, though money is tight. I have returned to painting, and have developed a way to prepare surfaces for egg-tempera painting. I make the primer out of chalk, linseed oil, and venetian turpentine (gum of Larch trees), with enough chalk so the surface will be flat and not glossy. It is better by far than the traditional gesso for egg-tempera painting made with rabbit-skin glue. As in 2003, I had to get rid of some mice, and resorted successfully to the same method. A large pail. Six inches of water in the bottom, covered completely by minute styrofoam crumbs. Peanut butter smeared on the insides, just out of reach. I had two mice in the first five minutes. In twelve hours, I had all the mice in the house. Earlier, I got rid of racoons in the attic. Some specialists placed a one-way door so they could leave and not get back in. The first one was gone the same night. The second was gone in about a week.

September 11
It rained only two days during June, July, and August. Actually, it was not oppressively humid either, as it gets in these parts. Humidity was a problem for those who built the first Welland canal more than a century ago, and many got sick and died from the "ague". But a couple of days ago the clouds rolled in and it rained for two days.

Due to eye-strain (enough of eye-strain with my regular work) I have left off painting temporarily. I am now filling the gap with music, practicing, learning songs, studying some theory. I am intrigued by matters of meter. There is a system of notation for meters in hymns, indicated by series of numbers at the top of a page in a hymn book, which mean that the words of hymns with similar numbers can be matched with different melodies. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hymn#Hymn_meters).
I am also interested in something that I do not know the term for, but grouping notes in threes or fives against a regular beat. Now that I have experimented with it, I can see that it is a very common element of jigs and reels.
In my regular work, I make cards to collect foreign phrases. Oh, oh, thunder and wind is coming. Got to turn off the computer.
[…] Later (the next morning). It was quite a storm. I hurriedly shut down the computer, closed the window. And I got out of the house. The winds come from the west, and the topography of this place means that strong west winds get funneled by trees and buildings to around here. This morning I heard conversation at the next table. I was not the only one to suspect a tornado. Soon I will sit down to work again. Right now, I am translating an article about “făjià”—the Chinese school of legists. Always something interesting. Oh! How lucky it would be, if I were me!
[…] (a few minutes later). I just found this site. Poetry inspired by spam mail: http://spam-poetry.com. A little gem of a website.
[…] I was wondering, how is a sonnet (iambic pentameter) put to music? I searched, and I found this:
www.fiddleandburn.com/bardny/.
The story is that the reader, who wishes to remain anonymous, got into a brawl in a bar, and was ordered by the judge to participate in a program using poetry to make violent offenders less violent, either that or go to jail. He does a “rap” version of Shakespeare, and actually, it sounds somewhat on the violent side. However, it was by some sort of “rap” that Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey were passed on over generations, with each performer doing it in his own way.

September 1 2007
What sort of thing to mention. Lower I mentioned that I was working on a translation of a work by an other named Koneczny. Well, I found that there were many inaccuracies, because I often check facts when I am dealing with proper names and names of places, and I was not impressed. But I am a translator, and it is not my place to make corrections. Some statements were so vague that they had no place beside statements of fact. This is not to say that this author did not have some striking insights. But I did not wish to tar my name with an association with it. I gave my translation to those who asked for it, and said I did not want payment, I did not want my name associated with the publication of the translation, and that even in many spots I could not guarantee the accuracy of my translation.

Anyways, on March 25, at 5:00, the dog died. The dog was sick for a long time, and in the last days unable to walk. But I thought that if the dog still wants to eat and drink and accepts my help, then the dog wants to live. In the last few days, the dog got sick to the stomach, could'nt hold down food either way, then on the last day refused to drink water. There was no doubt about it. And then the dog died. And it is August, and of all the things that go through my head, this still goes through my head most often.

I've taken recently a break from painting. I gave recent paintings to my brother, to sell at his discretion. I have turned my creative force to music and songs, and some results can be seen at : hyoobear.blogspot.com

So I buried the dog on the first day of spring. It was sort of perfect timing, because she died on the first day the ground could be dug. Just lately, in August, an animal attempted to dig there, so I heaped earth and debris on top, and this prevented further digging.

Historia mearum calamitatum : my funny motto
Mar. 25, spending at Shoppers
13.58 Mom's Personal stuff (20 x 2)
3.98 2 bags of raisins
1.79 chips.
.27 tax
4.50 2 coffees and ten Tim bits.
march 26 Sunday spending
--.--?? Church Contribution

SUNDAY. MARCH 26....The dog requires constant assistance and I can't leave for very long. I left about 7:30 to go to Mass. At Mass, the first reading concerned how the priests and leaders were bad and the Jewish people would go in exile. Then the psalm, how can we sing a song of Zion in a strange land. Then St. Paul's letter to someone, about grace rather than works. Grace produces works, not the other way around. Then the gospel. I think it was about Jesus and Nicodemus. Then the Sermon, about making your Lenten sacrifice beneficial to others, leading to contributing to Development and Peace.

MONDAY MARCH 27.....
EXPENDITURES
contribution to Kidneys 5.00; 2 newspapers 1.90;
xl coffee.bagel 2xchs 4.05, l.coffee 1.40
Last night from about 2:30 to 4:00 the dog was very
restless and noisy. I slept fitfully. I went out at 5:00
because I could not sleep. Back at 6:00, took dog out,
translated. By 9:00 I needed to catch up on sleep. Until
about 9:30, back to work. coffee at 2:00, nap again. Did
laundry, washed winter coat. Only three pages left in

Koneczny translation. Not too much left to do for Encyclopedia this month. NATURE: Lots of Canada Geese
this early morning. Saw a bee, legs loaded with pollen,
and the leaves are not even out on the trees yet. Must
be from crocuses.

TUESDAY MARCH 29....
EXPENDITURES … 2 lg coffees and paper 3.80, 3 pks
cigarettes 21.75…coffee and danish 2.75;
GROCERIES: Whole Wheat spagh. .99; Primo crushed
tomatoes 1.19;2x evap. milk 2.54; wholewheatbread 1.49;
old cheddar chs 6.47; cabbage 1.49; onion .90 TOTAL
15.07, cashback 30.00
NATURE: saw a wild rabbit in the back yard, not alarmed
at all by the dog, since it sees the dog moves slowly
and with difficulty.
Woke about 4:00, started work at 6, til 9, went for
Coffee. A. R., erstwhile neighbor, got electrocuted,
fell off a ladder, and is in serious condition in
Toronto Hospital.
Wednesday, March 29 --- expenditures: 4.40 three
coffees and paper; 4.00 11x14"canvasboard+graphpaperpad;
Thursay 2 coffees and paper 4.20; brush 1.15; Thurs.
revd. gift of 100.00, expenditures: 6.00 3xcoffee and
danish; 1.00 paper; also installed Web-Accelerator -
works well;
Friday, March 31: 1.00 newspaper; expenditures 17.67
shipping of paintings via post; 8.80 - at Goodwill - big
pot, 1 spoon (for magic trick), 2 figurines; 1.60 coffee
at Papa nicks; Dollar Mart: 2 waste paper baskets
— 460;
I will make a web-page with portraits.
A note about praying, that we should pray with all our power. When a baby cries we take care, because (1) the baby cries with all its being; (2) the baby crys with confidence that it will be heard.

Historia mearum calamitatum : my funny motto

March 25
I worked much yesterday but had a lot of coffee too. E. Sh. called me in the morning and went to Donut Diner

SPENDING

2.50 Coffee and Muffin, perhaps

2.80 Afternoon and Evening Coffe

This morning

2.50 Globe and Mail

3.15 Coffee and Bagel

It is warm (about 5 celsius) so the dog is outside. Went out for coffee and newspaper at about 6:30. Saw Gord and Denny this morning.

March 25, 2006 8 am
Today: 6am up and to coffee and bagel
Expenditures:

yesterday

5.20 3 coffees and newspaper 5.20

Last Night: Ordered the following (CDN dollars)
$10.50 1. Mosaic And Tessellated Patterns - 1 @ $10.50
$21.95 2. 50 Secrets of Magic Craftsmanship - 1 @ $21.95
$8.95 3. Van Gogh Paintings - 1 @ $8.95

Item(s) Subtotal: $41.40
Shipping: $0.00
GST: $2.90
=====================
TOTAL: $44.30
OWING: $44.30

Today: up at 6. Talked to RR and his brother, including about local art collector Dr. Afr., about Patricia Romance, and about the roof-shingles will be delivered. The translation of the work by Feliks Koneczny is arduous, because he writes in such broad sweeps, that when he refers to specific things, you do not know if he
is talking about the ancient world, the middle ages, or now. He draws very general conclusions (synthesis, as he says) from insignifant facts that may be half-true. Oh
well, I accepted this work and I will finish it.

December 10, 2004. A long absence from this blog is ended. I was prompted to resume when I visited www.fiatmihi.blogspot.com. It has been unseasonably warm, no freezing temperatures for more than half a day. The other day I was walking by the Church Hall and heard a tapping noise. A large crow, a raven, was pecking at the plate glass door. When I passed he flew to the top of the building. Yesterday, while walking the dog, I came across an eviscerated rat by the cemetery, beheaded by a predator. Today I noticed that the Forsythia bushes were opening yellow blossoms here and there, as if it were spring. The most curious piece of nature I observed was that three trees were leaking buckets of sap or gum. I made inquiries, and these trees were wild cherry trees, and they were suffering from gumosis, which is caused by the peach bore. Mature trees will be weakened but survive, while young trees will die.

Nov 23, 2003. The other day I looked straight up in the sky, at the zenith or apex, where there were wispy clouds. And there was a rainbow visible on the clouds, though not on the blue. This wasn’t your usual rainbow. As for the mice problem, I set up a trap. I set forth a large bucket of water, and broke styrofoam, and placed the tiny fragments of the styrofoam on the surface of the waters. The styrofoam covered the water. The styrofoam was small enough that a mouse could not stand or jump, but would slip into the water. I put some bread on top of the styrofoam and other delectables. This caught one mouse. There may still be a mouse in the house, but he is staying out of the kitchen, and as long as he does not bother me too much, I will let live.

October 25, 2003. My work progress on translating the “Universal Encyclopedia of Philosophy” from Polish to English. Almost finished the letter “A”. Meanwhile, a mouse or mice have come into the house for the winter, and I am beginning an intensive campaign to convince them that they are unwanted. Part of the campaign consists in a propaganda poster, shown below:

It has been so long now that I forgot I was keeping this weblog. Here in Niagara Falls Canada for some reason we were not affected by the blackouts. However, businesses have been told to limit their use of electricity so that when all the generators are turned back on, they won't be overloaded. But stupidity still prevails. I was at both Walmart and Zehrs trying to get some film developed at their 1-hour booths. They were not developing film to save electricity. Yet the air-conditioning was on full blast. What are they thinking? The air-conditioning is a big drain on power, and unnecessary. We can, and should, put up with some discomfort. Here in Ontario, the provincial government runs the liquor stores, beer stores, and libraries. The liquor stores and beer stores were open, the libraries were closed. There are answers and solutions to the problems that caused the blackout in the libraries. There is also an answer of sorts in the beer and liquor store—just get very drunk and the problem will go away.

I am feeling much better, thank you. Probably it is the vitamins most of all that help. I eat about four tablets every morning. I am still eating no red meat, but coffee does not seem to affect me.

For several weeks my left leg has been hurting, and hard bumps have been making their way upward from the knee. Now the hurting has stopped somewhat. Perhaps a thrombosis is finally on its way to central organs. So, I must get my work done so no loose ends are left. Anyway, I stopped eating red meat, coffee, and am avoiding some particularly annoying people, and this may be helping.

About drawing and painting. Today I did a picture using water-color pencils, and then water. It was on a regular piece of paper, which I glued to a piece of cardboard from a cereal box. I used rubber cement. The rubber cement did not make the paper stretch, buckle, or crinkle, and even later when I used water for paitning, it remained flat and the glue held. The cardboard also seemed unaffected, since I probably used enough rubber cement to seal it from water coming through to it.

There was a picture of a two headed turtle in the news. Other turtle stuff. Tortioses are omnivorous when young, but as they mature they become strictly vegetarian. Captain Cook gave a gift of a tortiose to a chief on an island (maybe in the 1770s). The turtle was still alive as of a couple of years ago, and we really don’ know how old it was when it was given. How can tortioses catch crickets and other prey that are too agile for humans to catch? Although they walk slowly, the tortiose has a very fast neck motion. The neck comes out of the shell and down in a flash, and the tortiose snaps up its prey.

Tomorrow is Victoria Day, the day we in Canada remember the “Great White Mother”. It is an hour before midnight, but I can hear fireworks everywhere. Around 10 pm there was a very loud fireworks display at the waterfalls (the Falls, as we call it), about 4 miles or 6 kilometres away. And yes, although this is a city with highways and other noise, on many nights we can hear the roar of the falling water from here.

A saying: “Man is the only animal with an opposable tongue.”