The languages are as follows, courtesy of
Aurebesh (Galactic Basic): Beware of burning from the merciless sun
English: Beware the burn of merciless sun
French: Méfiez-vous de brûler du soleil impitoyable (Beware of burning the ruthless sun)
Russian: Остерегайтесь ожогов от беспощадного солнца (Beware of burns from the merciless sun)
Japanese: 無慈悲な太陽から燃えることに注意してください (Please be aware that it burns from a ruthless sun)
German: Hütet euch vor dem Brennen von der gnadenlosen Sonne (Beware of burning from the merciless sun)
Timur Baytukalov has created what looks like a useful site for language learners, EasyPronunciation.com; he says:
I created this website with phonetic transcription converters – https://easypronunciation.com/en/. They can convert text into IPA phonetic transcription. I already support seven languages (English, Russian, French, Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, Italian). Russian and French converters have embedded audio recordings.
Some levels are for paid subscribers, but basic levels are free; it looks worth checking out.
The numbers cited by Campos and others -- 45 fires in two years -- also weren't necessarily as suspicious as they seemed. It turns out that 25 fires a year is about average for the Mission. But there's a reason that arson is on everyone's mind: While the number of fires has stayed steady, the value of the real estate in question has not. The 27 fires that burned in the Mission in 2006 caused $2.6 million in damage; the 22 fires in 2015 caused almost $15.6 million in damage.
I later spoke with the former head of the San Francisco Fire Department's Arson Task Force, John Darmanin. He told me he didn't know of any cases of arson explicitly tied to landlords wanting to get rich from gentrification but that the arson department was so overloaded and under-resourced that cases "do not get the level of professionalism and investigation that they deserve." There were fires, he said, that "very well could have been arson, but we just didn't have the manpower to devote to those cases."
Sooo... the week before last, I think it was, I applied for a job as a...junior researcher, I think it was, at [Boston Research Consulting Firm]. VERY unusually, from my experience, the department head subsequently got back in touch, albeit mainly to tell me that I was horribly overqualified. (Which was possibly true, but a) I'm switching careers, kinda, so that's expected, and b) Hey, it's a job.) Usually, even if they DO get in touch to tell you you're overqualified, that's the end of it, and you're left feeling like "Well, fuck." In THIS case, though, he said he was going to forward my résumé on to Matt, the head of their Editorial department, because they might have some freelance editorial work down the line. And that could STILL have been the end of it, but Matt actually DID email me, to say "...please let me know your bandwidth (how many hours a week you would be available to edit our research content) and let’s set up a time to talk." So I write back, and then don't hear from him for over a week, while I sit around wondering what the heck has happened THIS time.
On Wednesday, after asking myself What Would My Dad Do?, I took a moment before Census training and called Matt's number to ask more or less exactly that question, and in due course we set up an appointment for this morning.*
So I get there--it's the fifth floor in a faceless office park in Waltham--and have to wait a bit, and then meet Matt and get ushered into a conference room: all of which was expected. And THEN we spend like fifteen minutes chatting about German History--which was definitely NOT--before we get down to the nitty gritty of what the job entails. As I had expected, it was going to be more of what I've been doing for [cheapskate client in Germany], namely taking stuff written by experts and editing it so it's actually decent prose.
What I had NOT been assuming was an on-the-spot job offer.
And then came the moment I had been hoping wouldn't happen. "So what do you think would be a reasonable starting rate?" he asked.
Oh Shit. I mean, I know I've been horribly underpaid in the past, but this is a potentially globalized field, and I don't want to get to greedy, because I REALLY want this job...
"Let's start me at $15?"
Matt actually laughed in my face.** "Well, I'd LIKE to employ you at that rate--or at any rate my bosses would..."
"What can I say, I've been really underpaid!"
Anyway, I somehow managed to recover from this screw-up,*** and we agreed that I should start at their standard starting rate for editors.
...which is $45 per hour.
Pause to let that sink in.
I'm going to be working part time, but still.
I guess I should have learned from Harvard Business School that any time you add the word "business" to a job description, they jack up the salary.
* At this point in writing this, I took a pause to go look at what was probably a juvenile bald eagle, sitting on a tree about fifty yards down the shore. As you can guess from the preceding, I'm in Maine again.
** You probably just did too, given that $15 was what we figured MRE should have been paying me, and this is a much more highly-skilled job. (Though it's also a much more pleasant one, and you can't outsource [University]'s mailroom work to someone with good English in Mumbai.) What can I say, I panicked. Fortunately, [see above]
*** I should perhaps note at this juncture that Matt is yet another person who got a PhD but then decided he didn't want to teach, AND got it in German studies, so PART of all this was that he took pity on my post-academic floundering.
That sounds more self-pitying than I feel, I guess: the OTHER part is that I'm hella good at editing papers in questionable English, and amply demonstrated that I'm experienced in the same in the course of the interview.
My cozen, Thomas Pepys, was with me yesterday and I took occasion to speak to him about the bond I stand bound for my Lord Sandwich to him in 1000l.. I did very plainly, obliging him to secrecy, tell him how the matter stands, yet with all duty to my Lord my resolution to be bound for whatever he desires me for him, yet that I would be glad he had any other security. I perceive by Mr. Moore today that he hath been with my Lord, and my Lord how he takes it I know not, but he is looking after other security and I am mighty glad of it.
W. Howe was with me this afternoon, to desire some things to be got ready for my Lord against his going down to his ship, which will be soon; for it seems the King and both the Queenes intend to visit him. The Lord knows how my Lord will get out of this charge; for Mr. Moore tells me to-day that he is 10,000l. in debt and this will, with many other things that daily will grow upon him (while he minds his pleasure as he do), set him further backward. But it was pretty this afternoon to hear W. Howe mince the matter, and say that he do believe that my Lord is in debt 2000l. or 3000l., and then corrected himself and said, No, not so, but I am afraid he is in debt 1000l.. I pray God gets me well rid of his Lordship as to his debt, and I care not.
"We wondered if he thought a planet full of women could ultimately rebuild society and sustain itself once again. Vaughan was surprisingly optimistic on that front. "Yes, I do think it could. There were a lot of people early on in the first year who complained, "Wow, this is such a misogynistic book to say that, because the men died, the women can't get the electricity running all over the world and the airports up and running again." I think that's an extremely complex, extremely difficult thing to deal with. When three billion people die, I don't care what their sex was, that's an incredibly difficult thing to come back from. I will say that the world would be better off than if it were just the men left. I think that would be an even more dire situation. I think there is hope for the planet."
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Eventually he started halfway listening to what I was saying. I repeated the: not flat or level idea over and over. I told him we took At the end of the conversation, after he had apologized to me once, I said again: the x-rays showed her coffin bones nowhere near level, added that there was inflammation showing on the bone. Repeated again that her left front coffin bone was tilting toward the sole. At the very end of the conversation I said: My horse had a lot of hoof, a lot of hoof, she was trimmed exactly as you suggested is right. She wasn't sound she was lame, and not level side to side. Then I added the last fact, one I hadn't mentioned before because I had forgotten. She has a huge amount of sidebone, on both sides in both feet. She is 6.
He sounded like a broken man when he said he was sorry again.
I felt really bad about leaving the conversation there, but SOMEBODY has to make this guy think about what he is doing. I really hope this is a wake-up call for him.
Fandom: Person of Interest
Rating: T (again I am being cautious)
Notes: Set after the end of the show.
It wasn't that she hadn't noticed. It was just—
"Come on," said Shaw, then sighed and grabbed Shu into the alleyway he'd just tried to walk past.
"Listen, kid," she told him. "There are people trying to kill you. That means you stick with me. That means pay attention. Come on."
"I'm sorry," he got out. "I—it's just—"
"What is it?" she demanded.
"Someone's following us!" he said. "That camera moved!"
"You—" saw that was not a good way to finish that sentence. There was no good way.
She swallowed instead. "It's just an old friend. Come on."
I tore a contact this morning.
This is less of a huge world-ending problem than it would have been the last time I wore contacts, because those were more or less eternal and cost several hundred bucks a pair. These are specifically designed to give out after a month, so I've got a bunch of them.
I just don't have them here, while I'm in the far north. (Not actually all that far, by one measure. Maybe fifty km north of the centre of British Columbia. Then again it's a twelve-hour drive to get here from Vancouver, so maybe it's just that BC is Way Too Big.) So I'm wearing my four-year-old glasses.
There's a mild but definite difference in my vision. Far-away things get fuzzier sooner than I expect them to. Not to mention the lack of peripheral vision, which I'd gotten to the point of taking for granted.
And I seem to be getting a headache. There's any number of environmental factors that could be causing that, but "minor change in vision prescription" seems to be the most likely culprit.
Might be time to start carrying a spare set of contacts with me when I travel.
(I've not gotten new glasses partly because they're expensive, and partly because I hate getting frames fitted to my face. It always involves several trips back to the optometrist and complaints of an earpiece that's rubbing weird right in front of my ear, or pushing into my skull behind my ear, or something like that.)
Some things I’ve read recently!
The Last Good Man by Linda Nagata
If you didn’t read Nagata’s The Red Trilogy, well, you might want to consider doing so. But whether you have or you haven’t–The Last Good Man is near-future military sf. It’s tense and compelling, and features a middle-aged woman protagonist, an ex-Army pilot who now works for a private military company. During a rescue mission she discovers something that casts a new and disturbing light on an event that she’d thought, well, not safely in the past, but over and done with and accurately understood. But she wants the truth, no matter the cost. If near future and/or military is your jam, don’t miss this.
All Systems Red by Martha Wells
This is volume 1 of the Murderbot Diaries, and I suspect a certain percentage of my readers don’t need to hear anything more. Go, purchase, download! You will enjoy this.
Murderbot is a SecUnit–a security android, part organic part mechanical, that isn’t supposed to have any sort of free will. It does, though, and having achieved that free will it secretly names itself Murderbot and then works hard to hide its freedom of thought from the corporation that owns it. It doesn’t actually want to murder anyone, though. It just wants to be left alone to watch its stories. Unfortunately, someone is trying to kill the humans Murderbot has been tasked to protect.
I’m not kidding, I can almost guarantee that my readers will enjoy this. I have already pre-ordered volume 2, which is out in January.
Barbary Station by R.E. Stearns
So, Lesbian Space Pirates. Out at the end of October. That may be all I need to say.
Or not. Our heroines hijack a colony ship in a bid to join a famous band of space pirates–only to discover the pirates are not, as widely believed, hiding out on Barbary Station rolling in money and loot, but are in fact trapped there by the station’s renegade AI. Why is the AI doing what it’s doing? Is it conscious? Does it matter when it’s trying to kill you?
This book is good fun. Set in the Solar System, lots of action, I really enjoyed this, and I bet you will, too.
Mirrored from Ann Leckie.
On Wednesday at work I had a full day of meetings, and at the same time I was looking ahead to the weekend – and saw how horrible the weather was going to be with temperatures approaching 100°F on both Saturday and Sunday – and in the 90s on Friday and Monday. Ugh. Heat makes me sluggish, miserable, and unproductive. I had entertained thoughts of taking Friday or Monday off, but I didn’t see how trying to work in a hot house was going to help anything.
Then I had the brilliant idea of taking Thursday off. The high temperature would be around 81°F – and the house would be cooler than that for most of the day. I cleared my schedule and got the day off.
It’s unheard of for me to have two vacation days in the same week.
On Thursday I did the one big thing I’d been deferring for weeks – merging two Lightroom catalogs into one. In March I had Screwed Up, which had resulted in splitting my photographs across two Lightroom catalogs and two image repositories. Eventually I figured out that this was a bad idea, and I needed to pull these back together. So I spent a good chunk of Thursday migrating and merging. The first 6 1/3 hours was copying the old 1.89 TB image repository from Tsubasa (2 TB drive) to Miyuki (4 TB drive). After that, the copies and merges were not too bad. Total elapsed time – about 9 1/2 hours. But my Lightroom catalog and image repository is back in one piece.
Friday we have summer afternoons off, so I went to work for just the morning – 6:30 am to noon. I dressed to stay cool, with black denim shorts, sandals, and…
iPhone 6 photo
It’s still Pride Month, after all!
I still have a long list of project tasks to dispatch during this miserably hot weekend. I’m not optimistic… but I’m going to try to be productive.