traps?

hmmm, it's possible this blog will soon require some editing (read: deleting), as Professor FLQ strikes again, unofficially offering me translation work:

1. he boasts that he will "personally" ensure my name appears on the translation publications currently underway (imagine proud dad-like har-har-harring)
2. explains he will have articles about Ignatieff + separatism coming out soon -- and that, by the by, Iggy never should have said what he said yesterday!
3. i, half-jokingly, offer to translate said articles
4. he says there will indeed be some in french, so "why don't i get your contact info"
5. two thoughts simultaneously cross my mind: 1) this could be really interesting work, 2) thank goodness for cryptic university email addresses -- as, still unsure of this guy's true intentions, i'm loath to relinquish my anonymity. and, before that transaction will take place, there's gonna need to be some proof of identification on his part: i'm talking about official, university-approved business cards.

mini conclusion #1: coffee shops are, apparently, hotbeds for potentially nabbing contracts.

in other news: this starb*cks has just witnessed a bit of drama. sorry, let me rephrase: that should be "drama". there's a trapdoor in the floor among the chairs and tables, and a worker has just discreetly opened it and dipped inside the cavern, nowhere to be seen, to do something or other. enter middle-class chic-ster: 60-year-old who screams "wannabe artist", with her ginormous dark-rimmed glasses, long trenchcoat, upswept hair and flashy fashionista scarf. for some reason, the trapdoor scene makes me think of those thirty-some chilean miners trapped underground for days in 2010. however, when Artista spots the open space in the floor, she's caught off-guard, and -- without the slightest hint of irony in her voice -- exclaims: "isn't that just everyone's nightmare!"

mini conclusion #2: sometimes i'm terribly embarrassed to be middle-class white folk.

luckily, i'm quickly able to forget about our "traumatized" latte-sipping fool, as the current café playlist track is Rilo Kiley's "Silver Lining".

mini conclusion #3: art is usually what makes a day a little bit better. three cheers!

and now back to translating...