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What about »My task was exactly what I remember«?
...or »google translate language class«...

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I think Elysia's quite adorable this way, she is dead serious but can not be taken so? XD

There is a funny game in which you'd google translate something let's say from English to Finnish and then google translate the translation back into English. With more commonly used languages (with google translate) like German and French it is not that funny.

Kirra said I remember using Google translate once for a language class. I don't remember exactly what the assignment was but I remember making a presentation of how crappy google translate can be. The story translated by google was by far a much more interesting compared to the one translated by hand, if not a little bizarre.

This is for example what I got for the above text using Persian as the mid-language:

I remember once using Google Translate for another language class. My task was exactly what I remember making a presentation of how the default Google Translate can remember. Translated by Google to be a much more interesting story than the one translated by hand, if not a little weird.

and using Finnish:

I remember once Google translate language class. I do not remember exactly what the assignment was, but I remember doing a presentation on how the poor can not translate olla.Tarina by Google, this was clearly a lot more interesting than the one built by hand, if not a little weird.

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I have had unnerving/embarrassing (for them)/hilarious experiences with google translate.

If you want to look up Finnish words I suggest sanakirja.org
»isi« or »iskä« would make it sound more childish then, if it is what you are going for.

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Aaaaaaah, double posted!

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Great. :D

One more thing, I am confused why Minkka calls for the pope... any background I should have remembered?

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And I finally caught up reading all the posts. :D

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Sounds like huge workload.

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Hi everyone,
sorry for not having kept in touch, I have been quite busy. I believe it will get better some time next week. Have been checking to see if I had to post, though.

Hope everyone's doing fine.

p.s. Fall is coming my way!!!

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Could anyone fucking believe this? It was fucking Ken Ikeda in the flesh going along with »his« hint, without having ever seen Jahho-Pekka in his life! The fact that he could so easily pass as his translator, though, made Jahho-Pekka rethink his assessment of his own Japanese skills. He could not have sounded any convincing if the security was so quick to take Ikeda for his translator. For the moment, nevertheless, his happiness was big enough not to allow him to sulk over it. As soon as the champion was on the »inside« and talked in English, it was not difficult for him to guess that the photographer was not from an English speaking country either, due to the very obvious accent, with which the Finn spoke. “No Problem”, were his first words and the emphasized »l« stood out. “Unbelievable! How could they treat you people like that just after a couple of years of... rest?” He shook his head in disappointment while saying these words.

When the champion said it was nice – for him – meeting Jahho-Pekka, the seemingly grown man actually giggled. “I never imagined we ever would!” And then he was asked for his name. “Oh, shit, I totally forgot the whole introducing thing... you know, since you don't need any introduction and all.” Finally giving Ikeda »his ticket«, the Finn then approached for his press ID and held it in front of Ikedas eyes, or at least high enough for him to be able to read without difficulties. “Jahho-Pekka Seppänen.” The confidence and speed, with which he pronounced made all the difference between a mother tongue and a learned, foreign language; compared to how he spoke Japanese or even English. “I'm actually an artistic photographer and doing this for the first time... but one has to admit, the whole event does have a certain artistic air about it, a sentimental finesse of »the lost and found«; damn worth coming all the way from Finland.” It was not only in his words, but also the body language as well his facial expression revealed the deep personal bond he felt to the rebirth of the Japanese Kendo Tradition. There was also an uneasy trace of the past which has lead to him being here today, something about which only the buttons on his shirt talked.

Then he eased up again, pointing in a certain direction they had to go “Here with my family, we've got two kids and both are too young to know who you are. But MAN, you're a fucking legend and the rumours about why you left and what you've been doing are big and diverse as hell.” Once again he giggled, not being able to hide his amusement as well as happiness. “My wife's a true delight, also from the States like you”, he then added, wondering if Ikeda would rethink the »offer«, knowing that he had to deal with a family of four instead of a professional journalist. It did not take much longer after Jahho-Pekka spotted Neve and the kids by one of the stalls. With the kids wanting to try out this and that, he knew they could not have gotten too far – much to Neve's delight, who now had to deal with two hyped kids on her own. “That's them”, he pointed the three out to Ikeda, while speeding up and simultaneously waving to Neve, calling out the kids' names – since parents instinctively grew to be more sensitive to their little ones' names than to their own. “Minkka! Antti!” His grin grew wider, seeing Minkka's »catch« from afar.

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I'm back... and wishing you a great deal of good stuff, Kirra. Hugs for your health from all across the ocean.