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Thursday, September 24, 2021

The high demand for multi-lingual skills at the United Nations has brought forth a real-time interpreter-driven echo chamber:

U.N. interpreters don’t need to know every official language. Rather, the U.N. hires interpreters who can translate into their native language from at least two other languages. A Russian interpreter, for example, might also know English and French. But he might not know Chinese. In that case, if the speaker is Chinese, the interpreters will use what’s called a “relay system.” The interpreters in the Chinese booth will translate the original speech into English or French, and the rest of the interpreters will translate that version into their own languages. Under the relay system, the final interpretation is thus translated twice from the original speech. This method does lead to inaccuracies, which is why someone must review the interpretations afterward and correct them for the official record. It’s also why the United Nations allows only one intermediary language in the relay system—any more and there’s too much room for error.

It’s a dizzying progression of translation and transliteration. I say it’s time to streamline to Esperanto.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 09/24/2009 11:18:39 PM
Category: Political, Society, Wordsmithing
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In light of the recent introduction of mood-setting perfume oils based on H.P. Lovecraft themes, now’s probably the right time for this public service announcement against Internet chats with primordial demi-gods:
internet safety
The SEO-friendlier rendition:

Stacy Griffith, 15, liked frequenting chat rooms online. One day, she met a funny, goofy boy who was deep and intelligent. They talked all the time and eventually, they decided they were going to meet up at a mall in Stacy’s home town.

Only when they met, Stacy realized he was no boy.

It was a motherfucking Cthulhu. Holy fucking shit.

DON’T TRUST ANYONE YOU MEET ONLINE. YOU COULD REGRET IT.

5,000 American girls lose their sanity to Cthulhu each year. Stop online predation from Great Old Ones before it can start. Educate your children about Cthulhu today. [Ad Council]

Honestly, it had me at “a motherfucking Cthulhu” — like there’s, y’know, any other kind. Who knew the high priest of non-Euclidean madness could lay down the smooth-talking Web smack?

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 09/24/2009 08:59:15 AM
Category: Advert./Mktg., Comedy, Internet, Society
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