Friday, June 18, 2004


My cousin Michael used to make very wry jokes. The one I can remember deserves whatever immortality the web can confer, so here goes:

We were discussing how difficult it must be to be a simultaneous translator at the U.N., listening to speakers in one language while concurrently saying what they said in another. Michael was sure he couldn’t possibly do it. He imagined himself as a simultaneous translator saying: “Ummm … … something about shipping.”

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