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Translation of Me Enamoré by Shakira

Saturday, August 18th, 2018

Mi vida me empezó1 a cambiar

La noche que te conocí
Tenía poco que perder
Y la cosa siguió así

My life began to change
The night that I met you
I didn’t have much to lose
And the thing happened like this

Yo con mis sostén2 a rayas

Y mi pelo a medio hacer3
Pensé: éste todavía4 es un niño
Pero, ¿qué le voy a hacer?

I with my striped top
And my hair half done
Thought: this guy is still a boy
But, what am I going to do?

Es lo que andaba buscando5
El doctor recomendando
Creí que estaba soñando, ooh, ooh
¿De qué me andaba quejando6?

No sé qué estaba pensando
Voy pal cielo y voy pateando7 ooh, ooh

It is the thing that I was casting about for
The doctor recommending
I thought that I was dreaming, ooh, ooh
What was I complaining about?
I don’t know what I was thinking
I’m going to heaven, and I’m going kicking

Me enamoré, me ena-ena-namoré
Lo vi solito y me lancé8
Me ena-na-namoré
Me ena-na-namo

I fell in love, I fell in love
I saw him alone and I jumped
I fell in love
I fell in lo…

Mira qué cosa bonita
Qué boca más redondita
Me gusta esa barbita

Look, a cute thing
What a mouth more round
I like this little beard

Y bailé hasta que me cansé
Hasta que me cansé, bailé
Y me ena-na-namoré
Nos enamoramos

And I danced until I was tired
Until I was tired, I danced
We fell in love

Un mojito, dos mojitos
Mira qué ojitos bonitos
Me quedo otro ratito

One mojito, two mojitos
Look what cute eyes
I stay a while longer

Contigo yo tendría diéz hijos
Empecemos por un par9
Solamente te lo digo
Por si quieres practicar

I will have 10 children with you
We start with a couple
I only tell you this
In case you want to practice

Lo único que estoy diciendo
Vayámonos10 conociendo

Es lo que está proponiendo, oh, oh
Nos vamos entusiasmando
Todo nos va resultando
Qué bien lo estamos pasando, oh, oh

The only thing I’m saying
Let’s go knowing
It is the thing being proposed
We go looking forward to
Every thing that happens to us
How great it is what is happening to us

Nunca creí que fuera así
¿Cómo te fijarías11 en mí?

Toda la noche lo pensé
Este es pa’ mí o pa’ más nadie
E-es pa’ mí o pa’ más nadie

I never though that it would be like this
How could you choose me?
All night I thought
This is for me or for no one

  1. Incidentally I’m able to insert all these neat accented characters in Vim using ctrl-k + <accent character> + <ascii character> []
  2. bra - or maybe women’s top []
  3. half-done is a guess - haven’t seen this usage of infinitives before []
  4. still []
  5. andaba + <gerund> messing around doing x []
  6. quejar is to complain []
  7. kicking []
  8. jump, plunge []
  9. pair []
  10. Let us go - imperative []
  11. to fixate on []


Thursday, August 9th, 2018

Billions is a Showtime TV series about a federal district attorney (Chuck Rhoades) (aka a Preet) attempting to imprison a hedge fund manager (Bobby Axelrod). This is yet another excellent propaganda piece by the pantsuits. The characterizations are so very careful - Chuck is into S&M - but we know it’s OK because his “dom” is his wife. We are reminded often of his nobility in “serving” the public (i.e. living off of the public’s stolen taxes) as opposed to the many opportunities he has to reap massive rewards from working in the “private” sector by of course using his connections in the state apparatus.

The writers of the show (well, really, the sophists) ensure that every unethical action - such as opening a fake investigation to take the heat off of a mole - is backed up by a lengthy dialog of middle school fallacies. The reason it’s excellent is the mindfuck they’re trying to pull by setting up the conflict to be between the government and the free market when in fact the conflict is between the government and the government. See this situation here we’ve created by banning sound money and enabling regulatory capture? Well we’re going to solve it by infringing on your property rights, privacy, right to trial by jury, etc. And it’s all ok because, while we ourselves lack morality, we are certain that in this case this inidividual should rot in a cage.

Somehow the series managed to hold off the serious SJWism until the final three episodes, in which we discover one heroic character is in a gay marriage, the white judge who stands up for property rights is racist, and the assistant (possibly native american) DA dumps the white chick for the super smart, wealthy black chick who thinks that, you know, our democracy isn’t perfect, but it’s the better than the alternatives. This is in addition to the low level background radiation of Chuck and his wife’s conflict over their careers, Axelrod and his wife’s conflict over their careers, a female psychiatrist really being just as important as all the traders who have skin and the game, and on and on.


Wednesday, August 8th, 2018

Chai is my favorite hot, caffinated beverage. What’s more, without clove, nutmeg, and heavy cream, it is not worth drinking. I was first introduced to this particular formula at the South San Francisco Philz1 Coffee2. I can’t even remember the first time I visited, and what I ordered. But around that time I had begun to have just a tiny bit of leisure for the first time since my daughter was been born maybe 3 years earlier. I had somehow realized that I didn’t know very much, and that I needed to do a lot of reading. For example I read through the major known logical fallacies. Somehow at around the same time (2014) I came upon Trilema. This began to make up most of my reading. It was (and is) very hard to understand, but I find it irresistable, and it has changed my life for the better. I first remember reading for reading’s sake (not just time novels or required reading for classes or magazines) while on a month long trip to Bangkok. I could still drink coffee back then, and I would spend an hour or two each morning reading over a cup of coffee - I believe at the time I was trying to grok fundamentally the Android platform. This habit continued with me back home in Pacifica. I read a book on how to improve my handwriting at a cafe on the pier in Pacifica. The first book I remember reading at Philz was a copy of one of PG’s lisp books I had printed out at Kinko’s. At some point, under the influence of the logs3 I began to study Ancient Greek. Soon, the highlight of every day was an hour or two spent at Philz sipping chai and studying Ancient Greek and perhaps attempting to parse a Trilema post.

The chai was strong - stronger tea than would be served anywhere else. I would be able to drink a cup a day for several days, then, having metabolized all the caffeine I could metabolize, I would need to take a couple of days off, which I found infuriating, because I found it difficult to study on the recovery days4. I suspect that clove is psychoactive (as a stimulant) as well. I discovered this after trying way too much of a powdered decaf masala chai. Aside from the strength, there is something about the flavor - the combination of clove with heavy cream (and sugar) is rich in a way no other drink I’ve tasted (perhaps besides coffee) is.

Regardless, until now I never thought about what would have happened if I hadn’t discovered this chai - would I now know Ancient Greek as well as I do? Would I know it at all? Would I have travelled to Athens as I did this Summer? Would I have voted for Trump? I somehow doubt it.

  1. Philz is a private chain of coffee shops owned by Phil Jaber, a Palestinian (possibly Christian) immigrant to San Francisco in the 70’s. Before opening Philz, he ran a grocery/liquor store for decades. Philz is unique in the way they make their drinks - the barista mixes all the ingredients, including cream and sugar, before serving it. First you order your drink directly from a barista, then you go to a different place to pay. There is this inherent trust built into the flow - you order your drink without paying, then they just make it and trust that you will go ahead and pay. In the old days, mistakes would often be made in my favor - with me receiving a large instead of a small. Or I would get a free cup if it took too long. Incidentally the employees are inevitably hipsterish, as is the clientel. They used to hire hot hipstresses, but recently they’ve tended to hire more towards the dyke end of the scale, and at the one I frequent now there is an offensively ugly she-troll - fat - ugly face, nearly shaved hair, nose ring []
  2. For reasons that are not clear to me I can’t actually drink much coffee without experiencing almost immediate acid reflux - or at least I think that’s what it is. Coffee, while delicious, also seems to leave a taste in my mouth that lasts the entire day, and the caffeine buzz is harsh compared to that of tea.  []
  3. Oddly I can’t even find the line I remember from mircea_popescu that inspired me to begin learning Greek. On the other hand this is what I love about participating in public logged discussions - it forces thought to proceed from what was actually said. There was anothe line that went something like “He couldn’t read for not having glasses,” that I also can’t find, but which I thought was in reference to myself. []
  4. On these days I would question whether I was really interested in learning Greek or whether just because of the caffeine high I was interested in whatever happened to be in front of me. []