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ttran97

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Hi all. I figured that since CPF is a global forum, I might as well share this link that I found. It translates almost everything! I think it's cool when you translate entire webpages! Try it out!

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logicnerd411

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That is a dependable translator that has been on the web for a while. It's very good! /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/thumbsup.gif
 

mekki

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It is like that, the Babelfish basic it translate a phrase, very well work. It throws the elder brother who is complicated to it, to try and Europe company lam for use in Asia translation, and take care!

(Yes, Babelfish does a pretty good job of translating basic phrases. Throw a complex sentence at it, or try and use it for European to Asian translations, and beware!)

English-Korean-English /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif
 

B@rt

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You can get some nice Engrish results /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/icon15.gif, but it still beats the original... /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif

Most of the time you can make sense of the translation, using a bit of creativity. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wink.gif

All in all, a decent translator. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/thumbsup.gif
 

The_LED_Museum

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I've tried using Babelfish to translate stuff from Denmark, and it just spouts Babeldygook in return. One of my vacume cleaner pages got a brief writeup in a Danish weblog, and I had to go straight to the horse's mouth to get a translation I could understand. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/blush.gif
 

Mutie

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I find Babelfish to be highly accurate. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif Take this article from Stern about Burning Man for example.

Hippies, Freaks and artists apply themselves in Nevada, around the
Burning One

There it, out-spat from Cyberspace, is Totem of the youngest Sodom
and Gomorra: Burning one - the victim, the fetisch. 15 meters highly
he rises with spread Legs over the grey desert. The body illuminierte
by violet neon strips is a wooden prosthesis, which face an empty,
geometrical surface. To its Feet chaos. A fantastic Meute schwirrt
and kreischt and weighs in Dust. Rolling ufos, pianos and giant
butterflies, sofa, TV Lounges, Bars and Sky beds, on which
schlammverkrustete pairs roll, circle around. Past at the Huenen in
the strampelanzug, on whose blue-colored lips a fly sticks. Past at
the space weltraumkrieger armored with fluorescent foam rubber, that
desireless licks the back of a eselskoepfigen naked one. Past at the
bald-sheared Girl, that the hair of its Fuchspelz Tangas combs and
again and again the same Christmas carol leiert.

Burning one: Seven days is awake the giant there over the fools -
up to its ritual flame death at the end of the first September
week. Seven days long halluzinatorisches Spektakel and escape vorm
American dream and nightmare. Seven days long the Fata Morgana of
an uncontrolled life. Canvas is the Black Skirt Desert, a bright
desert in Nevada, from derem milchigen, glowing nothing in few
hours a surreale city up-rampantly grows - army stocks with sharp
flags, a Metropolis from live-mobile, tents and art installations,
over those Stroboscopes flash, laser fingers delete, drums wummern.

Burning one: 12,000 young are gepilgert this year to it. They have
their air-conditioned themselves spaces abandoned, as to a survival
expedition with water and food equipped and a 100-Dollar-Ticket for
a piece more domestizierter Anarchy solve. It swarms of doerrender
heat and stinging sandstorm, of Taste of suffering. They praise
'the thorny, laeuternden way to Fusion with the burning man', to
of Americas eccentric exzentrischster party: Boiler of Spleens,
desires and involution, a mega+ Vernissage for type of off and
ironical Guerrilla attack against Pruederie and Disneyland Junk
food imagination, one temporary municipality of the but joke,
those with 430 Themencamps their civil Existence parodiert.
Burning one: the Superkirmes of the computer generation.

'a sandstorm would sweep away, flattens all and all here 'one,'
then would go to silicone Valley. ' Burning one Adepten recruit
themselves not from the subculture, select the virtual municipality
of the Netties, the Internet internetsurfer between 25 and 45 years,
Employee of Apple or the radio chopping chain just like worth
millions Owner of software enterprises and arrivierte medium
advisors. Such like those sommersprossige High Tech PR Agentin
Candice, itself this week 'bad Pippi' calls and with the label
'eat, f***, kill' decorates themselves. Such like Fred, founder
a network company in Idaho, which experienced for the first time
in the Webless from the ess celebration. To first day runs it in
a Khakihose stretching over the antinode bulge, open 'Barbecue
Style' Hawaiihemd and with carefully combed grey beard at the
front of the Field stocks along. In the next evening it gives
Arab, delivers themselves a Galabija Silk, which it had geschneidert
with its dearest one before 25 years themselves. On third Day it
folded up the garb again properly. Fred carries from now on only
sun glasses.

The people is naked, provokes with vain and persiflierendem
decoration - an airy BH out tied together chicken bones or a
Schweinspfoten Suspensorium or egg cups over the nipples. An Adam,
that the fig page on the forehead slipped, walked hooked with two
trippelnden Nymphen. A korpulente siren and devours ruestige Faune
loops. All and everything, also fat, Blaesse and folds, lady calves
even unrasierte may outside on the desert stage of the Hedonismus.

In 'Biancas trash hut', a labyrinth from fluttering stoffbahnen,
where too Softpornos from the 70's Plaetzchen and Kaesekuechlein
to be gone, piled up itself on sharpened velvet sofas into one
another interlaced bodies. Beside one kopulierenden pair schnarcht
a derailed one. Two baertige Laestermaeuler commentate the ATS and
knit to far rosafarbene layette, are enough fahrig to the tray,
that an angel with bulky Paillettenfluegeln to circle leaves.

Sections! Divide the fun, the precious water and the antoernenden
mushrooms, those Grass rocket, the Massagematte. Here the good
dollars are worthless. Into the Bars gives the Keeper Tequila and
Wodka only against a good joke or Sticker out; curving benefactors
distribute Schokoriegel and Lollies, plastic ears and Netzstruempfe.
Ignore the play of the goods world! Divide the high point - how
Lindsay, in a life boat filled with red beans winds itself and of
Passanten with the leguminous plants to sprinkle leaves itself
twitching, to it on the antinode bulge turns and exhausted into its
granular stocks digs themselves.

Serve! Serve without return. Armies of Spruehern refresh the drying
up. Girls in point slip with glued to horse tail put in the leather
table-ware and drag game foreigner in a riksha by avenues from
plastic trees, at those Boards insistieren: 'Traeume@, wuensche@,
bete@' Ballerinen with one only gentle ones give siebenschwaenzigen
cat, then always in the Zentralcamp sharper capers on the backs of
kneeling, which thanks you well-behaved.

The adults of children tear the examples of their parents, zerkauen
to their myths up and cult objects and speien them as caricature
again out. After forty-year old a 'detuned post office official' to
obligation-conscious Nine to five job drive at noon outside into
the desert and ballern like wild-become cowboys from thick Smith &
Wessons up rusted toaster. With professional Empathie couriers of
'physicians of the psychiatric Assistance 'disturbed souls: 'you
are mad, I are mad, we all are mad. Learn your inside To love
chocolate child!'

The few real 'Chocolate Kids' with the Burning one plaerren
disturbed as in Nightmare and want to house. Because this is the
playground of their parents, itself in Schlammpfuhlen times again
suhlen so correctly and soil. Also over that Antinode bulge touched
schwimmringen and tauchmasken by the whirling up dust promenieren
and with the 'Wiking Lego Boys' from the mass the 300 Pound of
weighing Steinchen glucksend sweet hearts and locks assemble.
'Playa', beach, call they their desert small spot.

The creator of this felliniesken Klamauks someone must the smile
stolen have. From a 100-Dollar-Stetson beschirmt, Larry Harvey
announces the sense to that Sense liberty of his Burning one. 'no
ideology, no political communist manifesto, no cult, no target.
Neither we are romantic Hippies nor new Age Freaks. We divide
only Visions.' From the pure experience here a sense is to peel
itself, as before twelve Years at the Baker Beach in San Francisco,
as the landscape gardner at that time Harvey also a few friends
with the celebration of the summer solstice the 2.5 meters high
statue a man burned, over after the shipwreck of its love 'the
devil that To exorzisieren Midlifecrisis'. 'because everyone his
passions, pain and fantasies into the abfackelnden man to project
can and because that the many sorted ones, Kreditkarten-und owner
of PC, into a municipality to merge', grew the statue leaves ever
more and with it those Crowd of the participants. Within fewer
years, over the virtual medium, was the intimate Beach party to the
Massenkatharsis expands. If today Burning one Oldtimer their Upper
ammunition technicians Harvey accuse, the cult object is to a
faschistoiden fetisch degenerated, he naeselt each time sueffisant:
'the man is more pragmatic, American God. It does not embody faith,
but is only, which it causes. Not differently than a atheistische,
mysterioese cathedral or a painting.'

As the wooden giant here also most wait into the desert sand set
art installations by the flames to be eaten: those enormous,
bind-acted Bueste of a woman, from whom devoted Vereinsamung
entstroemt; those papierenen wings of an iron Ikarus, desperately
and aggressively up and reduce; the dschunke from one hundred
'dead' pianos of Steve tail, one melancholischen Goliath with
soot-covered skin and hair like a prick ring. It a singing ship of
the pain created. Who on the detuned and disintegrating Boston
Conway boston-Conway-Piano plays, becomes sad, loses themselves to
the Kakophonie from pointed and hollow sounds, which rieselt over
the dusty width. The fire becomes Steves lastly ATS of the creation
its. 'I want to move something and not conserve beauty', he says,
'it goes to me only around the pure moment of creating. Afterwards
those must Surface again empty its.'

The Katharsis begins at ten o'clock at night. In a prozession 18
carries in buddhistische monk garbs wrapped men a bullernden and
a roehrenden V-8-Motor to the statue outside - the Reliquie of the
Highway Orgasmus.

Dull/musty drums over the Playa. 'Burn the one', kreischt the
quantity, 'burn him down.' The set around the fetisch twitches,
steams, pulls themselves more closely and more closely. Two
Dancers catapult themselves inside: a naked, torch-swinging woman
and a man, those struggle together and anfauchen themselves. It
becomes sudden the flame, varies, touches a leg of the statue and
transfers the fire. The quantity rams, trillert, howls. The burning
tongues eat racing up to the wooden body. The neon veins zerplatzen.
Fireworks cascades spray. As in mute frightening that strikes Giant
its levers highly and passes in a yellow-red Fanal.

With the sunrise 'leave NO trace begin day', the day, at that all
tracks precisely to be destroyed: Dumps, drop paper and Tequilafla,
Suspensorien and Blechtangas, teddybaeren, donkey headings,
irisierende body painting. Euphoria.

Burning one - the God of the 100-Dollar-Anarchisten

Chaos Days - the Superkirmes in the desert

'a sandstorm would sweep away all and all, would go to silicone Valley'
 
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