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September 30th; Tuesday. Waiting for Akos tonight I get a bottle of mineral water and decide to wait outside on the street so as to grab him and do our lesson in the cafe again. Only tonight when searching for the two benches that used to be outside the building do I realise they have gone, and have been missing for months. What kind of observer am I? Half asleep, that's what kind. The building and the one next to us is stepped back from the road, leaving room for flower plots and some ugly 1980s-modernist-style angled six-or-seven-foot-long pathlets with cobblestones coloured differently from the main pavement. If you're a designer and you totally lack imagination or taste, do something two-tone. These pathlets stab in all at the same slant from the kerb between shin-high-walled greenery plots in a way that's annoying for about 70% of any possible routes you might want to walk from the front door to get across the road. Straight ahead or angled right are both frustrated by the way they're laid. The benches were bolted into two of these strips and cobbles have been replaced so even looking closely now I cannot tell exactly where the benches were, which angled Cobble Zones they were in, only try to remember. Akos forgets to come for his lesson, but forced to sit on the front steps of my building with my mineral water in the almost-warm evening light, I feel strangely blissful about things overall. Attila's antibiotics are starting to bite at last.
Excerpt from a fascinating-sounding book about Late Antiquity "This book is about some of those real differences and the development of the ideologies that crafted them. In this case, the competing worldviews of 'Christian' and 'Hellenic' (i.e., Greek) philosophers. It argues that one can identify when and where these worldviews split for good: in the 260s CE, in Rome, in the reading group of the great Neoplatonic philosopher Plotinus."

September 29th; Monday. Review of a neo-Hobbesian history book that argues war is what ensures peace.
September 28th; Sunday. Never heard 1970s singer Laura Nyro before. Her thumping tune 'Eli's Coming' leaves quite an impression of Eli, Laura, and women in general.

September 27th; Saturday. Attila drops by and gives me some antibiotics. Just as well: my persistent 9-day-old infection starts by night to turn into a cough. It's digging in its heels.
Thought-provoking article about materialist worldviews & taboos.
September 26th; Friday. Interesting research suggests that wherever in the US used slavery poverty still blights black and white people, a century and a half on.

September 25th; Thursday. Finish book borrowed from Laura 'The Magic of Reality', a rather lovely picture book written by Richard Dawkins and illustrated by Dave McKean. There are only a couple of mistakes (the old canard that glass is a very viscous liquid slowly "flowing" down old windows on page 81, and the slit drawn wrongly in the diagram for Newton's light-spectrum experiment). On the other hand, the explanation of weight not being mass, and how gravity imposes elliptical orbits is exemplary. Dawkins is spot on about the strange particularity of old creation myths (such as why precisely forty days?) and he has fun gently mocking how legends tried to explain the world before science got going. A good book for children, though somehow I sense the kind of child who enjoys it will have read all this stuff before. Some nice illustrations.
September 24th; Wednesday. In the midst of my illness, slipping in and out of mild fever, the texture of my dreams has completely changed. I suppose I am very slightly delirious the whole time, the back of my neck constantly sticky and wet, but the dreams do not feel like they are mine at all. I fall asleep and at once am in coherent detailed stories that seem to be broadcast on some internal television channel from God knows where. I wake out of them refreshed, still engrossed in matter-of-fact stories of vividness and everyday otherness I cannot remember since childhood. Talking of dreams & stories, here's a thoughtful criticism of the Harry Potter creator's adult novels. I remember having the same problem with the Harry Potter books themselves, stopping reading the first half halfway through. I was impressed by her storytelling craft but something quietly bitter, something hidden & false, made me not care to re-enter the story. Also recall my wizard, as I called him, remarking he had seen Rowling's face in an interview and sensed strongly that she had tried the occult herself for real, with consequent damage to her character.

September 23rd; Tuesday. Since my flat is rank with disease and bacteria, I take Akos to the corner cafe for our lesson. In the midst of an interesting chat with smart-phone calculator apps to hand, he tells me one 1970s fighter jet had 8,000 metres of copper wiring in each aeroplane: five miles. Was it the F15?
September 22nd; Monday. Liking the pale-green wristwatch I bought a fortnight back from the toy shop right next to the middle-of-mall cafe tables where I meet Boardgame Orsolya twice a week. It's performing well so far. It channels my inner 9-year-old with its chunky translucent day-glow-coloured plastic scuba-diving-style nonsense and its excellent price of slightly above one pound sterling. However it has one mysterious quality which is irritating, and clearly deliberate. It runs slow - about four minutes a day. Enough to cause serious lateness if you go 4 or 5 days without resetting it. Since it has a digital display and no moving parts, it's hard to escape the conclusion that the delay was designed in (about as much work, if not more, as building it to just be accurate) to make its little customers upgrade to another, more expensive timepiece sooner rather than later. The brightly coloured one-pound plastic wristwatches I used to buy - one a year - in the 1980s from sweet shops all ran on time. But of course the business cockroaches have learned since then - think we adults are allowed to get a cheap reliable chronometer even for a year just by buying one marketed to children? Ho no no, consumer filth, think again.
In other developments, you wear a blindfold for 4 days, you start to see things.

September 21st; Sunday. Not sure I have beaten that cold I wanted to go to bed at 8pm on Friday to head off after all. It hovers worryingly in the background, marshalling its forces. Here's a depressing article about how life fell apart for the reporter who first broke a detailed investigation of routine CIA involvement in Latin American cocaine trading. "And then I wrote some stories that made me realize how sadly misplaced my bliss had been. The reason I'd enjoyed such smooth sailing for so long hadn't been, as I'd assumed, because I was careful and diligent and good at my job," Webb wrote. "The truth was that, in all those years, I hadn't written anything important enough to suppress."
September 20th; Saturday. Breakfast with Robin in the concrete pseudo-square behind the shopping centre. Slightly chilly, with cloudy skies. A couple of interesting stories: one populist newspaper claims the sex-scandal rumours we've heard about Leon Brittan's behaviour in the 1980s were actually started by spooks in British intelligence in a private vendetta against him; and meanwhile an intriguing article says the phrase 'conspiracy theorist' was created by a CIA propaganda unit to smear (as mentally unstable) anyone puzzled by the hardly-credible official accounts of the two Kennedy murders.

September 19th; Friday. Garden football with young Lorinc. Robin appears in evening.
September 18th; Thursday. Teach new students. Scots vote today on independence. Things quite emotional on both sides of the debate.

September 17th; Wednesday. Budapest as only a few of us know it. Here, worried by an epidemic of suicides in the 1930s, and as a result setting up eerie-looking 'smile academy' courses to get Hungarians back into their usual cheery mood.
September 16th; Tuesday. Farewell to Balint, whom I've been teaching for a couple of years. Off on his great adventure to New Zealand in just a few days. Confirmation of what we secretly knew all along about the Arab Spring, that democracy never had much chance there.

September 15th; Monday. Harsh but useful truths on searching for erotic love.
September 14th; Sunday. More rain. Sometimes it's loud, hundreds of high-pressure hoses roaring down into the street, a semi-tropical downpour. Since you're all on camera now, time to become Leo.

September 13th; Saturday. Tedious amounts of rain. This has been the rainiest summer I can remember in this country. A transparent tub of coconut fat has been sitting on my table for months, and it functions like a simple thermometer. If it is a clear yellowy liquid then it is very warm. If it is clear but cloudy, then warm. If verging on waxy gel then mild, and if a solid block of white wax then it's cold. Meanwhile, do aircraft evolve like animals? An interesting new view on why that Anglo-French state-funded technology project failed.
September 12th; Friday. A strange day. One of my English conversation students tells me in her office that I should liberate my dark side, and be unafraid to use the left-hand path in certain cases. The other conversation student tells me in the cafe of a shopping centre that she has found out how to empty herself of self and has discovered that we are all one soul in many bodies. I have the odd feeling that these two pieces of advice might be compatible. Meanwhile, here's a handy explanation of how payments in book publishing work.

September 11th; Thursday. A chirpy Hungarian song-rap by a male duo. The accompanying video gives a good idea of how Hungarian men view the Hungarian girls they go out with. The gist is the old male complaint that if you don't tell us what the problem is, we can't address it can we?
September 10th; Wednesday. Intriguing short radio broadcast about the prowess of a certain tribe that gives Kenya some of its best athletes.

September 9th; Tuesday. Got through my 2nd-hand copy of what seems to be the standard Hungarian middle-school 'Tortenelmi Atlasz / Historical Atlas', which has quite a lot of content for the little ones to absorb. Some wonderful maps with rich colours, and lots of actual detail. Not as Magyarcentric as I expected. Some excellent stuff in there: page 18 has a map of the Italian peninsula 7th to 4th century BC confidently dividing it up into coloured zones for Etruscans, Sabines, Greek colonies, Carthaginian colonies, and the small enclave of Latins just south of Rome; page 20 ventures to give an economic breakdown of the whole Roman Empire in the 2nd century AD with tasteful little icons of cows, horses, bunches of grapes, symbols for lead, silver, tin, iron dotted all across Spain, England, France, the Balkans. In a book packed with so much info there are inevitably going to be some mistakes: on page 55 two small maps of the countryside surrounding Budapest in the 15th and 18th century are clearly the wrong way round. But the sheer coverage is impressive: Turkey in the First World War (page 91); China's economy in the 17th, 18th, and 19th century (page 75); late-19th-century development in New York (page 71); Aztec territory, Holy Roman Empire, Christian states in the Crusades - no complaints about the ambitious scope of the whole thing. The little ones then face a set of pages at the back with lists of names to memorise, such as Greek mathematicians (Archimedes gets classed as a natural scientist, not a mathematician) or Spanish philosophers. Seven composers make it into 20th-century musical culture, and Stravinsky, Schoenberg, and Ravel sit slightly oddly with Andrew Lloyd Webber and Ennio Morricone. Still, I know how those books get written, for what kind of pay, and I'm grateful that wasn't one of my deadlines.
September 8th; Monday. IKEA explain their new product, Apple-style. The bookbook.

September 7th; Sunday. Some interesting talks about quantum anomalies. A brisk 25-minute outline by a French-sounding researcher who asks Are there quantum effects coming from outside space-time? This is followed by a 'quantum information' talk at Google, by someone who says the many-universe model can be replaced by a zero-universe model (tragically he distracts himself at the end and forgets to answer the one questioner who politely asks him to say "a little more about what a zero-universe model might entail", a question several of us would love to have heard the answer to). Very clear in parts, quite technical in others. Finally a wonderfully lucid talk by Julian Barbour, the Oxford physicist who asks Does Time Exist? He goes nicely through the history of views of how time fits in with the physical universe and keeps his own theory as accessible as it can reasonably be.
September 6th; Saturday. Read a 2nd-hand paperback detective novel (haven't read one of those for years), reprinted in Penguin in 2005, the green of the old two-tone prewar covers now confined to a fill inside the penguin-mascot's half-inch logo ellipse. Translated into English from the Italian by Stephen Sartarelli, 'The Smell of the Night' by Andrea Camilleri was a good piece of escapist reading with convincing human observation by the detective hero, Sicilian gourmand/glutton Inspector Montalbano. Found this in the used-book store in the ugly disc-shaped sunken pedestrian area beside the 1960s concrete Southern Railway Station over in Buda where I got a couple of other bits of light reading not long back. I keep forgetting that Andrea is a man's name in Italian, but the picture of the fiercely bespectacled author, bald, check-shirted, and with cigarette, unmistakably shows a man. The translation felt slightly odd, with perfect English, but some of the prose very mildly stilted or stiff in places. Still, readable, and clever enough to be an entertaining mystery, yet believable as an authentic criminal case.

September 5th; Friday. Intriguing illustration. Would love to hear from the artist if they see this.
September 4th; Thursday. Anthony Daniels, when he wrote as Theodore Dalrymple, on how vital it is to be "judgmental".

September 3rd; Wednesday. New office block on corner, finished four months ago, still has black crosses of tape in all the ground-floor windows.
September 2nd; Tuesday. Last week, popped in on Xenia at the new photocopy shop, next door to the old one. She showed me the curious translucent paperweights her father makes, and here they are.

September 1st; Monday. Important article about Keynes' famous (and the writer argues, dangerously overrated) essay criticising the Versailles peace terms against Germany after World War One.

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Who can translate the next 300 words into Korean or Hindi? Contact us and there will be revelry.

Languages dying out each week - who cares?

We do - otherlanguages.org is gradually building a reference resource for over five thousand linguistic minorities and stateless languages worldwide.

Thousands of unique language communities are becoming extinct. Out of the world's five to six thousand languages, we hardly know what we're losing, what literatures, philosophies, ways of thinking, are disappearing right now.


We may soon regret the extinction of thousands of entire linguistic cultures even more than we regret the needless extinction of many animals and plants.

The planet is increasingly dominated by a handful of major-language monocultures like Mandarin Chinese, Hindi, Arabic, Indonesian, Urdu, Spanish, Portuguese, English, Swahili, Russian, Cantonese Chinese, Japanese, Bengali - all beautiful and fascinating languages.

But so are the 5,000 others.

These are groups of people?

Linguistic minorities are communities of ordinary people whose native tongue is not their country's main official language. Swedish speakers in Finland, French speakers in Canada, Hungarian speakers in Slovakia - and hundreds more - are linguistic minorities.

And totally stateless languages are the native languages of some of the world's most intriguing, little-known, cultures. Like the Lapps inside the Arctic Circle, the Sards in Sardinia, Ainus in Japan. Cherokee in the US, Scots Gaelic in Britain, Friesian in the Netherlands, Zulu in South Africa. There are only a couple of hundred recognised sovereign states and territories, so 5,000 languages - more depending on how you count - are the native tongues of linguistically stateless people.

How could I help?

You don't need to learn an endangered language - any more than go to live in the rainforest to help slow its destruction.

A good start is to just tell friends about websites like this.

Broader public interest makes it easier for linguists to raise funds and organise people to learn these languages while there's time.

That's right. There are people who love languages and are happy to learn them on behalf of the rest of us, but they need support, just like zoologists, botanists, or historians.

Fewer languages still sounds good to me

Depends what you think languages are for. They're not just a tool for business. We never said you should learn three or four thousand rare languages - or even one. And which ones we make children learn in school, or whether we should force children to learn languages at all, is another question.

Typical scene in a European city; Chances are, folk here speak some sort of foreign language *5

A century ago - before we understood ecology, and when we cared less about wilderness, most educated people would have laughed at the idea of worrying about plants or animals going extinct. Now we understand how important species diversity is for our own futures, we are more humble, and more worried.

In the same way, linguistic triumphalism by English-speakers who hated studying foreign grammar at school is dangerously ignorant as well as arrogant. Few of us know what we are losing, week by week. How many people realise these languages have scientific value?

Scientific value?

You can think of these languages across the planet as beautiful cathedrals or precious archeological sites we are watching being destroyed. That should be motive enough.

But these five thousand languages may also hold clues to the structure of the human mind. Subtle differences and similarities

Wireless radio can be a great comfort to those unable to leave the textbooks in which they live *6
between languages are helping archeologists and anthropologists to understand what happened in the hundreds of centuries of human history before written history. And that is one of our best chances of understanding how human brains developed over the thousands of centuries leading up to that.

Study of the mind and study of language go hand in hand these days. The world's most marginal languages are actually precious jigsaw pieces from an overall picture of who we are and how our species thinks and evolves. Every tiny language adds another brightly-coloured clue to this academic detective story.

Yet researchers have hardly started sifting through this tantalising evidence, and language extinction is washing it away right in front of us.

And worst of all, most people have no idea that there is this fantastic profusion of cultures across our world, let alone that they are in danger of extinction. Even just more people learning that there are still five thousand living languages in the world today (most of us would answer five hundred or fifty) is already a huge help.

We English-speakers hardly notice English - it's like air for us. But every other language is also an atmosphere for an entire cultural world, and each of these worlds has people whose home it is. Each language encapsulates a unique way of talking and thinking about life. Just try some time in a foreign prison, being forced to cope in another language, and you'll realise how much your own language is your identity. That's true for everyone.

Minority languages are a human-rights issue?

One of the most basic.

Dozens of millions of people worldwide suffer persecution from national governments for speaking their mother tongue - in their own motherland.

Many 'ethnic' feuds puzzling to outsiders had as their basis an attempt to destroy a linguistic community. Would the Northern Ireland dispute be quite so bitter if we English had not so nearly stamped out the Irish Gaelic language, for example? Almost nowhere in the world does a language community as small as the few thousand Rheto-Romanic speakers - the fourth official language of Switzerland - get the protection of a national government. Next time you see some Swiss Francs, check both sides of the banknote.

But outside exceptional countries like Switzerland or the Netherlands, speakers of non-official languages have a much less protected experience.

Speakers of minority languages are often seen as a threat by both the governments and the other residents of the countries where they were born, grew up, and try to live ordinary lives.

They experience discrimination in the job and education markets of their homelands, often having no choice but to pursue education in the major language of the host state: a deliberate government policy usually aimed at gradually absorbing them into the majority culture of that country.

Mighty oaks from tiny acorns grow, of course *7

Most governments are privately gleeful each time another small separate culture within their borders is snuffed out by a dwindling population or a deliberately centralising education system.

The United Nations is no help. It is an association of a couple of hundred sovereign states based on exclusive control of territory, almost all of them anxious to smother any distinct group or tradition that in any way might blur or smudge the hard-won borders around those pieces of territory.

The usual approach by sovereign states is to deny their linguistic minorities even exist.


Mark Griffith, site administrator / contact at otherlanguages.org

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*1 image from , with thanks
*2 "Al-Araby" in written Arabic (read more)
*3 "What?" in American Sign Language; image from , with thanks
*4 "Big" in written Chinese  (read more); image from , with thanks
*5 image from , with thanks
*6 image from , with thanks
*7 image from 'B?ume', with thanks to  Bruno P. Kramer, and Franckh-Kosmos Verlag


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56 they have a word for it
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58 artistic theory in italy 1450 to 1600
59 darwin's black box
60 indiai ejszaka
61 cleopatra: histories, dreams & distortions
63 what mad pursuit
64 language, the learner & the school
65 writing the romantic comedy
66 the blank slate
67 dougal & the blue cat
68 diego velasquez
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70 a certain chemistry
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97 the pig that wants to be eaten
98 encyclopaedia of stupidity
99 seventy eight degrees of wisdom: part i
100 beach watching
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102 brainstorms
103 seventy eight degrees of wisdom: part ii
104 utopia
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106 alphabet versus goddess
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120 box of delights
121 color atlas of immunology
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124 a new kind of fool
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171 100 great paintings
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243 utmutato tarot
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259 origin of wealth
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268 born to rebel
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272 why beautiful people have more daughters
273 the crossing place
274 the turkish diplomat's daughter
275 missionary position
276 lust in translation
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280 warped passages
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282 ponder on this
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287 basque history of the world
288 truth: a guide
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290 newtonian casino
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293 5-minute nlp
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295 evidence in camera
296 4-hour work week
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298 de-architecture
299 how to lie with maps
300 a book of english essays
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302 the occult philosophy in the elizabethan age
303 le pelerinage des bateleurs
304 alchemy & alchemists
305 greenmantle
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307 goethe's parable
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309 letter to a christian nation
310 the tryst
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312 mill on the floss
313 metastases of enjoyment
314 the isles
315 between the woods and the water
316 secrets of the great pyramid
317 life in the french country house
318 the china study
319 tarot: theory & practice
320 the roger scruton reader
321 alchemy & mysticism
322 picasso's mask
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324 triumph of the political class
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328 mind wide open
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339 dowsing
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341 the west and the rest
342 story of my life
343 plain tales from the hills
344 under the influence
345 modern culture
346 50 mots clefs d'esoterisme
347 giordano bruno & the hermetic tradition
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349 das kapital: a biography
350 strange days indeed
351 hegel: a very short introduction
352 reflections on the revolution in france
353 history of sexuality: an introduction
354 why we buy
355 origins of virtue
356 the holographic universe
357 a dead man in deptford
358 obsolete
359 137
360 in your face
361 7 spies who changed the world
362 the noetic universe
363 why beauty is truth
364 imagery in healing
365 the craftsman's handbook
366 futurism
367 in the cards
368 dmso
369 les hommes et leurs genes
370 the franchise affair
371 the decision book
372 les harmonies de la nature a l'epreuve de la biologie
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374 zuleika dobson
375 l'empire de numbers
376 circus philosophicus
377 some girls
378 number
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380 how to get your ideas adopted
381 drive
382 emergence
383 rfid : la police totale
384 the tempest
385 aspects of wagner
386 view over atlantis
387 world atlas of mysteries
388 art of the dogon
389 genesis machines
390 the sirius mystery
391 the cult of the fact
392 anastasia
393 ringing cedars of russia
394 a whiff of death
395 spirit level delusion
396 wavewatcher's companion
397 the kybalion
398 elegance
399 death in a scarlet coat
400 architecture without architects


1 k-pax
2 very annie mary
3 wasabi
4 gosford park
5 arany varos
6 minority report
7 amelie
8 bridget jones' diary
9 arccal a fo:ldnek
10 monsters' ball
11 cube
12 man with no past
13 talk to her
14 szerelemtol sujtva
15 bowling for columbine
16 matrix3
17 zoolander
18 anything else
19 farenheit 9/11
20 8 & 1/2 women
21 madagascar
22 kill bill 1
23 dude, where's my car?
24 the woman in green
25 the hunger
24 nightwatch
25 de battre son coeur s'est arrete
26 wicker man
27 v for vendetta
28 courage the cowardly dog
29 casino royale
30 power of nightmares
31 charlie's angels
32 full throttle
33 foxy brown
34 paths of glory
35 airplane
36 between iraq & a hard place
37 mutiny on the bounty
38 flashmob the opera
39 octopussy
40 bakkerman
41 kiterunner


August 31st; Sunday. Bump into Anti-Market-Garden Mark on the street. He alerts me to Korean poet/word-artist who makes full use of big letters on the screen, with bebop & modern jazz sounds. Click items on list to enjoy the full impact of Young-Hae Chang Heavy Industries.

August 30th; Saturday. Useful summary about how Arabia's Saudi rulers, put in power by Britain and the US before the war, were nonetheless involved with extremist Islam from the outset while constantly bluffing us that they're serious about growing up.
August 29th; Friday. Yesterday Esoteric Veronica told me to make use of cosmic energy and seize the moment. Today, strangely tired by all that cosmic energy, I do a lot of sleeping. Hilariously, now emerges that saturated animal fat is in fact good for you and that the research evidence it wasn't never really stacked up.

August 28th; Thursday. Variation on the age-old couch/naked-girl/mirror theme. Horizontal self-assessment.
August 27th; Wednesday. Engineering Gabor tells me interesting stories about his past. Recent news that ISIS, or IS, or ISIL or whatever they're called beheaded some American journalist prompts (1) an uninvited proclamation by some British police officer claiming that watching the video is "illegal" and then (2) judgements that the beheading video is probably faked - most likely the reason for trying to bluff us out of watching it too often or closely.

August 26th; Tuesday. Return to Budapest. Chinese artist explains how to disable security cameras.
August 25th; Monday. Finish Esoteric Veronica's copy of a book by Roberto Assagioli that I've been meaning to read for many years since seeing it on Phelim's bookshelf: 'The Act of Will'. A curious book, this is a sort of superior self-help text, and the real action only starts in the appendices. One of these is headed by this powerful though clunkily phrased motto, presumably from Assagioli himself. "We are dominated by everything with which our self becomes identified. We can dominate, direct, and utilize everything from which we disidentify ourselves." His mission is to explain how - unlike the self-bludgeoning force of popular imagination - skilfully applied will is a subtle and sophisticated faculty which can be practised and developed.
+ Fascinating obituary of a French priest.

August 24th; Sunday. Sugary song. Salty song.
August 23rd; Saturday. Train out to Robin's, reaching a different station, Kunszentmarton, at ten o'clock at night. I read on the train and finish the same night his copy of 'Letters on Cezanne', a short set of collected letters by the German poet Rainer Maria Rilke. In these letters to his wife from 1907, Rilke hero-worships Van Gogh, describing him as a saint, and finds in Cezanne's struggle, his obsessive dedication to the difficult visual tasks he set himself, inspiration for his own poetic hopes. In some sections, there are fascinating glimpses of yearning and the imagining of other lives, moments all of us have had, but nicely caught here. As he walks past "little secondhand bookstores or places that sell copper engravings" he muses on a life owning a shop like that. "Ah, if only this were enough: Sometimes I dream of buying a full shop window like that and sitting down behind it with a dog for twenty years. In the evening there would be light in the back room, the front would be dark, and we would be sitting in back together, the three of us eating ---" By daytime he goes along other streets in Paris and "One of the gates was just about to close; a servant in his morning livery turned around again and looked at me carefully and thoughtfully. And at the same moment it seemed to me that it would have taken only a very slight shift in the pattern of things at some time in order for him to recognise me and step back and hold open the door. In order for an old lady to be up there, a grand'mere who would make it possible to receive her favourite grandson even at this early hour. With a smile, quite affectionate herself, the familiar lady's maid would carry out the order and lead the way through the draped suite of rooms, inwardly turned back and hurrying for sheer eagerness and uneasiness at having to walk ahead of me." There are a few inspired sentences about Cezanne's use of colour. However, the letters mostly convey the feeling of being young, unsure, intense - yet haunted by a mysterious source of elusive, sacred beauty tantalisingly just out of reach. And who hasn't also felt this?

August 22nd; Friday. Continuing muddle in the particle zoo.
August 21st; Thursday. Slightly smug little video explains how most of us will be unable to earn money very soon.
This plus yesterday's book brings back a ditty from Hilaire Belloc:
Lord Finchley tried to mend the Electric Light
himself. It struck him dead: And serve him right!
It is the
duty of the wealthy man
to give employment to the artisan.

August 20th; Wednesday. Finish a hardback book I found on Robin's shelves called 'Perfume from Provence' written in the 1930s by someone called Lady Fortescue, who left England back then to live in southern France. There are illustrations from E.H. Shepard of Winnie the Pooh fame. The book has all the way through a tone of gently flippant charm I recall from old Punch articles, and it was no surprise to find that Fortescue also wrote for Punch. There is an impressively understated bitter-sweet sting in the tail, all the more effective for being warned of in advance only by the quietest & sparsest of clues. Now condemned as "patronising", her tone is a wonderful glimpse of balanced confidence, affection, and fairness from before our age of bitter class-conscious snideness. Today's sneering British puritans cannot enjoy someone enjoying their Italian maid giggling with delight at her first ever sight of snow Because Rich Bastards Should Be Ashamed To Have Servants blah blah blah. (It's not fair that rich people can write skilfully & entertainingly, more like.) Whereas here, still surviving across a mere 3/4 of a century we have text like "In England we did know something of the naughty little ways of vegetables, their likes and dislikes, their moods and caprices, but in Provence apparently they are more profligate, their appetites grosser, and their passions stronger." or this section where the gardener Hilaire is chuckling with Madame about the ways of pigeons: "[Hilaire] tells me the papa pigeon is now making love to another woman, and I express intense indignation. I prefer faithful husbands and strongly object to such goings-on in my pigeon-cote. Hilaire laughs until he chokes: 'C'est la vie, Madame,' he gasps, 'et elle est belle, vous savez!' jerking a knowing thumb at the shameless flirt who is alienating the affections of the husband while his true wife is in child-bed." This prose has no need of gags, wisecracks, or clever remarks, accepting instead the humour & moods of the people she meets. The writing represents an entire view of life, full of happy zest and worldly-wise wit, braced by the hidden steel of self-restraint. A coy pretended innocence adds to the subtle flavour of this book, which on the surface looks so light and silly, but actually gleams with all the intelligent challenge of a twinkle in the eye. A kindly poker face, no less sharp. The chapter about the cars and vehicles of her or neighbours (all given pet names) is wonderful, and she explains sadly that their new car is delightful in all other respects, but unfortunately this vehicle is also a snob, only running smoothly on trips down to smart seafronts on the Cote d'Azur.
Monsieur Pierre, the bee-keeper, explains to our patient but attentive narrator the doings of the honey-makers. "--- he told me that a friend of his imported queen bees from Germany, Egypt, England, and America. The German bees, he told me, always work overtime, and fill the cells of the comb so full of honey that it reaches and permeates the outer wax, thus spoiling the look of the sections, so that they cannot be exhibited. The Egyptian bees work well, but are fierce and uncertain of temper - mefiez-vous! The English bees work well, but only for a certain number of hours ; and the American bees are brilliant but erratic, sometimes working feverishly, and sometimes taking a day off.
Extraordinary, I thought, that bees should have absorbed the characteristics of their countries."
August 19th; Tuesday. Southern belle says 90% of all men should die soon.

August 18th; Monday. A couple of nights ago - when discussing plans to watch 'Jackie Brown' (adapted from an Elmore Leonard thriller) and also mulling over old films starring the recently dead Robin Williams, Robin & I briefly talk about writing. We contrasted the Dead Poets Society scene where the Williams teacher character tells the boys how to write, stating (my paraphrase) "Never say 'very' - you are not "very tired", you are 'exhausted', you are not 'very something' you are 'something else' etc", with the famous Elmore Leonard instruction to aspiring authors to "always use 'said' and 'says', never 'exclaimed, remarked, whispered, rejoined' etc". Leonard was a writer who (unlike Hemingway) really did get out of the way of his stories. Like a good typographer choosing a typeface readers don't notice. Whereas Hemingway advocated that goal, but in fact wrote with a swaggering, showy lack of ostentation. Not that Leonard was necessarily right, of course, but in a way he was the kind of writer Hemingway claimed to be.
Robin sees me off at Lakitelek railway station around midday. Back on Friday, the rock-chick bar-girl at the recently-reopened Kecskemet railway station cafeteria was on duty when I bought a sandwich and an espresso off her. Unlike last time, she had a high-necked top on. I asked if she is going to tell me what the paragraph of very squiggly italic writing across her shoulder blades I saw last week says. No, she says too calmly to be coquettish, though she tosses her bob of blonde hair a little while holding my gaze and smiling. What language is it in? I ask. English? Yes, English, she says. Then she casually promises that next time I'm in the station and she again has a low-cut dress on she'll let me read the tattoo across her upper back.
August 17th; Sunday. Robin, Bela, & I watch (in my case rewatch, though it's been a few years) Quentin Tarantino's 'Jackie Brown'. Coincidentally this is, like last night, another film about a seemingly vulnerable woman forced to improvise and survive in a world of ruthless male violence. Here's a still image with song from one of the 1970s blaxploitation films Tarantino admired during his years working nights at the video-rental store, starring the then-young Pam Grier, the actress he then recast for the leading role in this late 1990s film. Here's the start to the 1970s film Tarantino took the opening music from. Even the final scene of 'Jackie Brown', loaded with doubt, ambiguous regret, and suppressed desire, is strangely reminiscent of the close of 'Nikita' last night.

August 16th; Saturday. In the evening when asked, Robin casually mentions his first reaction on hearing that the American actor & comedian Robin Williams had killed himself this week was that he'd done it because he knew he wasn't very funny. We agree that although he was clearly a sweet-natured person, his acting & comedy weren't that good, something watching a few minutes of his stand-up act (both of us it turns out have watched Williams talking about golf in a Scots accent) really clarified. Robin pauses thoughtfully and then describes how something about the actor always made him want to squirm with embarrassment, how he seemed to trying very hard for effect the whole time. We try to think of films we've seen him in. I mention finding 'Good Morning Vietnam' vaguely annoying since it depicts a non-combatant radio DJ on an army base as a rebellious hero, and Robin says he found 'Dead Poets Society' quite a good film, adding though that any good actor would have been memorable playing that role. I mention finding some old photographs on the internet of Williams as a mime artist in Central Park, New York, in his twenties, and Robin murmurs in a faraway voice that explains a lot. How? I ask. His simple reply is that a background in mime might be why Williams constantly seemed to have to semaphore everything with his whole face and body, as if always afraid the jokes wouldn't work without extra help.
Later on the two of us watch Luc Besson's 1990 original of the much-copied and remade film 'Nikita' which Robin has never seen, and which while watching I start to think I never saw all the way through first time. Astonished, I see the whole thing afresh. Why did this film fascinate so many people? Why was it remade by the Americans, copied in slavish detail, and then turned into a series - what raw nerve does it touch? It's Rousseau's study of the ideal upbringing of a child, crossed with Rousseau's vision of a state that enacts the will of the people. It's the description of a woman being remade into a masculine figure, a sniper, by a society that believes - as do socialists and all true children of the French Revolution - that personalities are not innate but can be redesigned by the group. Nikita, the expressive wild child filled with rebellious energy, has to be channelled away from hate-filled, anarchic violence and reshaped to enact the clinical bureaucratic aims (focused, controlled, government-sanctioned violence) of the ideal state. A chaotic free agent being changed into a precise instrument of the collective will. Yet even after her training a powerful naivete shines through. The lover she meets is tender, modest, affectionate, and he sees this softer, more feminine side in her. The love affair with him is the counterpull of romance (and comforting bourgeois normality) against the dark glamour of the faceless, opaque, all-knowing state that trains and employs her to kill. The tragicomic scene in Venice where her boyfriend is sweetly negotiating with her hysterical feminine tantrum through a locked bathroom door while in fact she is, machinelike, about to execute an almost anonymous target - unknown even to her controller - with a telescopic rifle, encapsulates the contradictions of the film. The pro-feminist New Man, gentle and emotionally attuned, cooks for her and soothes her mysterious-work-related moodiness, while she struggles to allow her emotions to resurface from beneath her trained coolness, or else to push them back down below. Two men representing two aspects of modern republican France confront each other at the end of the film, puzzled, wrily amused at themselves, and ultimately unreconciled although both courteous and civilised. Both of the characters in the final scene have an emotional, romantic side and yet coldly rational, ruthless officialdom (whether efficient or dangerously clumsy) still keeps control of the story.
August 15th; Friday. Take train to countryside. On the train I finish an odd short booklet, barely 45 pages long, called 'The Prague Loreto' by Marketa Bastova & Teresie Cvachova, translated into English by Kathleen Hayes. This is my first proper introduction to the curious Catholic idea of a 'Loreto', modelled on the house the Virgin Mary lived in, which was supposedly disassembled in the Holy Land during one of the Crusades and then shipped to Italy and rebuilt in a town called Loreto. It seems that replicas of the Santa Casa, copied down to the smallest detail, were also rebuilt - or built - in other cities in Europe, including Prague, as centres for pilgrims wishing to meditate on the holy mysteries of Christ's life. This booklet explains the various architectural and artistic treasures of this Marian site, including the several adjoining chapels. It ends with a litany.

August 14th; Thursday. Esoteric Veronica imparts important advice.
August 13th; Wednesday. Engineering Gabor, back from his trip to London with Psychology Eszter, identifies my bracelet of wooden crosses threaded on black cord as not just a Catholic rosary (each cord knot an Our Father+ and each cross a Hail Mary+) but (although from a Croat island Robin & family visited) a rosary in a style common at the Bosnian Marian shrine inland at Medjugorje. I dimly recall a very cheerful middle-aged Hungarian man years ago who briefly employed me. He told me of his work in the 1980s and early 90s organising busloads of Hungarian pilgrims to travel down to the northern Yugoslav town in hope of seeing visions of Mary. He claimed he did all this on a red rotary-dial fixed-line phone which repeatedly went dead because the 1980s communist authorities didn't like his Catholic proselytising.

August 12th; Tuesday. Train back to Budapest after some relaxed chatting about life over coffee in sunny Kecskemet with Bela & Robin. Here's an excellent interview with Josh Kaufman about learning any skill. American can-do attitude at its finest.
August 11th; Monday. Since on Saturday night arriving upstairs inside the studio I was buzzed by swallows in the dark, have slept last 2 nights in the library in the main house again. Midges encouraged by recent rain have been nibbling on me during sleep, but uncannily only the right arm is bitten. I assume the bracelet of wooden crosses on my left wrist has some kind of oil or scent midges dislike. I sniff the wooden crosses (oddly resembling Robin's crosses of dried clay, like Greek crosses but with the 4 arms trimmed back to 3/4 length) and they seem to have a very faint perfume - how I imagine rosewood might smell if I actually knew different woods.

August 10th; Sunday. Target achieved: social-media reach pledged by deadline. Victory is close, citizens.
August 9th; Saturday. Drive to countryside with Robin & Bela. After their family holiday on a Croatian island, the children brought me back a bookmark with a cheery sun & moon on it, and a bracelet of chunky wooden crosses knotted together by black cord. The bracelet ends in a tiny oval-shaped tag illustrating probably Jesus next to miniscule letters spelling out 'Lourdes'.

August 8th; Friday. Much #tweeting & #posting.
August 7th; Thursday. Getting close to our target at the HeadTalker social-media project. Join us, citizens!

August 6th; Wednesday. Pretending to be in love makes you really fall in love?
August 5th; Tuesday. Revisit the gym with custard-yellow-painted brick walls, foolishly taking along my yellow towel instead of the orange one. The weight-training machines have synthetic cushions of exactly the same shade of tired lemon as my towel so that at a distance I'm unable to see where in the room my towel is. It's crowded tonight with perhaps 15 people milling about. Four separate pert honeys at different machines or mats each have a bull-shaped man crouching nearby murmuring instructions and adjustments to the girl's movements with a kind of gruff tenderness. One curious scene catches my eye because I'm nearby. A tanned, taut-looking girl in her 20s who has dyed her hair platinum & grey to emphasise she isn't old yet is lying on her back on a mat holding a 25-kilogram disc of iron across her stomach with one hand. She is thrusting up with her hips, raising them from the mat with the extra load of the free weight, and her Taurean Muscle Guide very slowly puts one foot onto the weight and presses down quite gently with part of his weight. He chuckles, someone else laughs, she grins and shows her strength by arching her back and pushing back against his force, holding her hips off the floor for a good 10 seconds until he takes his foot off the 25kg weight. An odd moment, somehow referring to both sex and childbirth.

August 4th; Monday. 2 pieces about education: a/ Sweden messes up education vouchers by using Milton Friedman's proposal but changing it, b/ A New Yorker article ponders whether elite universities should teach technical expertise or something else.
August 3rd; Sunday. Gaining traction with the crowd-funding countdown. A curious book review which becomes one left-winger reminiscing about another left-winger. Part affectionate, part spiteful, the essay ends poignantly. Note the glint of steel near the close: "Nor did I say anything about hundreds of years of odious British aristocracy."

August 2nd; Saturday. Three interesting reflections on masculinity:
1/ One commentator says the German working class never stopped opposing the First World War.
2/ A curious, very American, attempt to explain 200 years in terms of mostly male generational cycles.
3/ A vigorous Russian rural man tells ducks what to do.
August 1st; Friday. Microbes that live off electric charge ; an engraving that supposedly shows a young Adolf Hitler playing chess with an older Vladimir Lenin ; ISIS again - a careful look at Saudi funding for the new extremist entity.

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