Translation Task

It’s name alone—Australia—brings to mind unusual wildlife and wide-open space, flora found nowhere else on Earth, friendly people, and different cultures.
The Land Down Under is a wild continent of waterfalls and crocodiles, of adventure and exploration. Our headquarters is located in Broome, a community of less than 25,000 that was founded in the 1880s as a hub of the pearling industry.
Since 1996 we’ve concentrated our explorations from Broome to northwestern Australia, in places like the Kimberley and the Pilbara that are characterized by dramatic landscapes and intense colors, vast plains, ancient mountains, huge tidal rivers, and breathtaking gorges.
You’ll never tire of the unique beauty of either place but you will discover their remoteness, learning from your instructors and enjoying the opportunity to explore a landscape not known to many.
We are also honored to be able to collaborate with local Aboriginal groups, from whom our students have fantastic opportunities to learn about different ways of life. NOLS Australia is an adventure and an experience.

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Practice your translation skills: Steve Jobs Stanford Commencement Speech, 2005.

1. Watch the video.
2. If you like, read the full speech text to gain further insights.
3. Translate the passage:

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

4. Post your translations in the comment box.

Translation Class Assignment

1. Follow the link and read the story.
2. Make a summary of it (100 - 150 words).
3. Make a translation of the summary.
4. Post the summary and translation in the comment box.

http://www.americanliterature.com/Henry/SS/ConfessionsOfAHumorist.html

Practice your translation skills! Irwin Shaw. The Girls in Their Summer Dresses.

"First let's go see a football game. A professional football game," Frances said, because she knew Michael loved to watch them. "The Giants are playing. And it'll be nice to be outside all day today and get hungry and later we'll go down to Cavanagh's and get a steak as big as a blacksmith's apron, with a bottle of wine, and after that, there's a new French picture at the Filmarte that everybody says... Say, are you listening to me?"

"Sure," he said. He took his eyes off the hatless girl with the dark hair, cut dancer-style, like a helmet, who was walking past him with the self-conscious strength and grace dancers have. She was walking without a coat and she looked very solid and strong and her belly was flat, like a boy's, under her skirt, and her hips swung boldly because she was a dancer and also because she knew Michael was looking at her. She smiled a little to herself as she went past and Michael noticed all these things before he looked back at his wife. "Sure," he said, "we're going to watch the Giants and we're going to eat steak and we're going to see a French picture. How do you like that?"

Practice your translation skills! Mark Twain. A Dog's Tale.

My father was a St. Bernard, my mother was a collie, but I am a Presbyterian. This is what my mother told me; I do not know these nice distinctions myself. To me they are only fine large words meaning nothing. My mother had a fondness for such; she liked to say them, and see other dogs look surprised and envious, as wondering how she got so much education. But, indeed, it was not real education; it was only show: she got the words by listening in the dining-room and drawing-room when there was company, and by going with the children to Sunday-school and listening there; and whenever she heard a large word she said it over to herself many times, and so was able to keep it until there was a dogmatic gathering in the neighborhood, then she would get it off, and surprise and distress them all, from pocket-pup to mastiff, which rewarded her for all her trouble.