So, someone who writes in Russian added me as a LiveJournal "friend". I don't know anything about this individual. I can't read their journal.
But I can sure do this. His name is Ilya, he's 25, and he runs Ubuntu. And his blog, machine-translated to English, is more comprehensible than a lot of things native speakers of English write -- and glows with humanity.
Is it a "good" translation? No. But -- this is the important part, guys -- it's better than nothing. Admit it: we feel some trepidation when we look at something we can't understand. If I can't tell whether something is cause for delight or alarm, well, then it's cause for alarm. But the tiniest little bit of understanding is enough to help widen my narrow little monoglot mind. This is how we're going to save the world.