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May 22nd; Monday. New theory suggests humans might have evolved in Europe, not Africa. Prehistory keeps on getting more complex.

May 21st; Sunday. Slightly limp article about computer art made for individuals. Quite a few missing steps in the aesthetic argument here.
May 20th; Saturday. An appeal for a revival of Baconian science with the help of computers.

May 19th; Friday. Extraordinary article - The Atlantic at its finest. 'My Family's Slave.'
May 18th; Thursday. Vox claims US Democrats are now becoming as unhinged as Republicans have been for some time already.

May 17th; Wednesday. Economist says without child labour, kids are just a drag.
May 16th; Tuesday. Finally, rollercoasters found good for something. Shame The Atlantic can't use 'centripetal' correctly.

May 15th; Monday. December 2016 article says a non-tokamak fusion generator in Germany is doing well in tests.
May 14th; Sunday. Cyber malware thingy damages computers round world, including 20% of National Health Service in Britain whose managers ignored years of warnings to update anti-virus protection (ha!). Computer security person buys domain name and switches off global attack like a tap.

May 13th; Saturday. Apparently nipples are the ultimate lipstick-colour guide.
May 12th; Friday. Once again totally forget World Naked Gardening Day (the 7th - was busy though). Looks as if British undercover agent in Northern Ireland wasn't guilty of killing lots of people after all.

May 11th; Thursday. Seemingly neurons in brains more varied than thought.
May 10th; Wednesday. Researchers say unfairness is not always same as inequality in people's minds.

May 9th; Tuesday. Intriguing article by US military adviser: Why Arabs Lose Wars.
May 8th; Monday. Finish a weighty but fascinating book, Noel Malcolm's 'Agents of Empire', a kind gift last year from The Nigel of Light. Difficult to describe, this is an account painstakingly researched and pieced together from archives (real history!) of two interrelated families of Italianised Albanians from beginning to end of the 16th century. The Brunis and the Brutis rise in the Adriatic world of pro-Venetian minor aristocracy, enter service of the Republic of Venice as traders/interpreters/spies, send a couple of younger boys to Constantinople to learn Turkish so as to be Venetian trade and espionage agents there, and by stages different members of the clan are involved in major events of the century. Two are in the Battle of Lepanto in the 1570s, one plays a double game spying on Ottoman Turkey for Venice (but actually for Spain against Venice), and one remains deeply loyal to Catholic Christianity and yet through a personal friendship with a senior Turkish official ends up as right-hand man to the Ottoman-appointed voivod of Moldavia. While it takes time to gather pace, by 1/3 of the way through the scale & richness of Malcolm's achievment becomes apparent. Deserves all the lavish praise on the back cover.

May 7th; Sunday. Finish 'Milestones' in English by Said (Sayyid) Qutb, kindly lent to me by a friend. Described by one critic as the "Mein Kampf of Islamism", this is a book by an Egyptian civil servant who after a short study trip of two years at a university in the United States in the 1940s returned to his country disgusted with western secularism. He moved closer to the Muslim Brotherhood. He supported in the background the Free Officers army takeover that overthrew the monarchy and brought Nasser and Sadat to power in 1954, not realising they were not going to support his vision of an Islamic society restored to Quranic purity. This book in fact, along with his larger work 'In the Shade of the Qur'an' were both written, as far as I understand, on scraps of toilet paper smuggled out of the prison where he was being subjected to electrocution sessions and sleep deprivation for the several years up to his execution on Nasser's orders in 1966.
It's first of all an eerie read. His "calm, lucid voice" one critic praises is also the brainwashed voice of the mind-control cult victim. One can hardly blame someone being subjected to torture for retreating into a kind of unshakeable self-hypnotised belief. However, like the Protocols of the Elders of Zion, this is one of the books that not only contains deeply harmful ideas but conveys them, it seems, persuasively. Persuasively at least if the reader hungers for the sleep of reason and the drug of certainty, which many do. Milestones is perfectly pitched for a low-IQ audience that in general struggles with books, but desperately wants to be assured it understands things more clearly than those snide clever bastards trying to undermine their beautiful faith. The book is immensely repetitive. It repeatedly claims that this is the path of reason & justice. It says again and again that a kind of rigidity, a rock-like certainty of belief, is the vital first step. Once this has been attained, the believer is - like an American Creationist - no longer troubled by the bizarre idea that this holy scripture and no other is the authentic word of the Creator. He is then prepared to die under torture like Qutb, or prepared to kill, to achieve this complete blueprint for a good society from the 7th century that plenty of Arabic-speaking (and other) Muslims are still understandably emotionally invested in. Qutb endlessly repeats that this act of surrendering doubt and reason is just the opposite. It's the coming of a kind of sacred reason and knowledge. He gives no evidence for this (of course he can't, because it's not true), but his measured voice does achieve a kind of mesmering effect in driving out alternative thoughts. He was apparently a talented stylist in Arabic, although I can only guess from the English. Of course all the real power of the prose (his own and the Quranic quotes) comes from the sense that there were original mystical insights, a true glimpse of the transcendent you get somehow shining through the human scaffolding of all major religions, flavouring the source of his own faith with something genuinely fresh. The "clear spring" as he calls it in desert terms.
Among all the repetition, he quickly slips in a few untruths, such as the idea that experimental method is originally Islamic (it can be seen throughout ancient Greece, as early as the life of Thales of Miletus, 12 centuries before Muhammad). There is also the fact that the "high point" of Islamic science consisted of translating Greek texts, commenting on Aristotle, generalising study of polynomials, and was overtaken by Europe before the year 1000 according to Gimpel. This accounts for the puzzle of Islam supposedly creating scientific experiment yet failing to do any more of it in the thousand years after learning to distil alcohol (Notice 'Al' on front of name, as with algebra etc). That millennium of delay isn't well explained by Qutb's sketchy (and oddly eurocentric) version of Islamic history where the perfect society somehow conquers 3/5 of the Mediterranean yet is unable to do any sciencey things because of pesky Christian opposition.
In contrast to one implausible paragraph claiming experimentation for Islam, his central notion filling the whole book goes wholly the other way. This is that there must be no compromise whatsoever, just unwavering adherence to the Quranic blueprint. This easily-explained idea is very powerful, anti-reason, and harmful. Luckily it only seems to take root easily in a society already as politically and intellectually stunted as some Islamic societies are. In any society where people have seen the value of doubt, compromise with opponents, and dissent, only the most psychologically damaged and isolated can be sucked into cults like Scientology or The Family that take a similar form. It's ironic that Qutb was appalled by the US, which has a couple of unquestioning certainties and immaturities of its own.
His justification for active (rather than defensive) jihad is interesting. Any societies where people are not allowed to listen to Muhammad's message are "unfree" in Qutb's terms, but this is not reversed to protect preaching by other groups within Islamic societies because -- well Islam is from God, and it's really true! So there is intended to be a one-way valve. The work is not finished until every society on earth is as damaged as his. Qutb is shrewd on the weaknesses of western secularism, but is completely unable to see that his own situation, right down to him being tortured by a military dictatorship he helped instal, is not the hallmark of an unIslamic society. He nowhere realises that his own miserable imprisonment isn't a result of Western influence & corruption at all. Rather it's historically typical, measured across centuries, of any once-sophisticated culture unfortunate enough to have been invaded and reprogrammed in the 7th & 8th centuries by the monolithic simplistic mind-closing movement he's still loyal to. The fundamental idea is that all "man-made" laws are inferior to Islam because Islam is not man-made. How do you tell someone brainwashed to that extent (in fact fervently reinforcing their own brainwashing on themselves) that Islam is not only man-made, but obviously so?
May 6th; Saturday. Franc & Viki get married at a registry office in Pest. My first real wedding ever, I think. Almost upstaging Franc's radiant bride with pearls in her hair, a startlingly leggy, confident, straight-backed blonde around 40 is the presiding registrar. Wreathed in a huge Hungarian tricolour ribbon like a beauty-pageant winner, she essentially marries the happy couple by power of the official raunch vested in her. Wonderful party afterwards with spicy sandwiches, cake, wine, and sundry delicacies. I meet people from a big mix of backgrounds, including a practioner of a kung fu style I'd never heard of, and a host of lady badminton players, including the delightful newly-wed Mrs Franc. Accuracy practice in hallway using shuttlecocks with real goose feathers.

May 5th; Friday. Dr D. shows me a truly odd academic paper using Propp's folk-tale theory (blamed by Edina for 'Star Wars') to analyse interviews with tax lawyers. I read it surrounded by people with extravagantly ripped jeans looking at laptops. Washington Post claims that most of the stories about Trump voters regretting their vote for President Honey Monster are made up, and in fact Hillary Clinton voters have more buyer's regret.
May 4th; Thursday. They're working on devices that can delete your thoughts. Fab.

May 3rd; Wednesday. London rats are getting b-i-g-g-e-r.
May 2nd; Tuesday. Job interviews are useless? Shocking idea!

May 1st; Monday. Workers' holiday that the socialists commandeered from the Christians after the Christians took it over from the pagans. Meanwhile an old but relevant book called 'The True Believer': what makes some people throw themselves into a social movement? Goes rather well with an ex-Christian's "journey into transhumanism". On another front, evidence grows that not Trump but the Clinton campaign committed Watergate-scale offences to spy on Trump during the election.

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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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April 30th; Sunday. An early April mid-week story from one of our contributors about signs of mysterious goings-on in the bullion markets.

April 29th; Saturday. For those who love counterintuitive arguments, an article tries to argue that not only do cigarettes not cause lung cancer, but they actually protect against it. Apparently, it's all atom bombs really.
April 28th; Friday. 3rd morning without the vertigo. Perhaps can feel safe now. After I read one article by Shelly Palmer I thought he was quite bright, but then I read his defence of self-driving vehicles. Palmer doesn't even spot he's taking utilitarian ethics for granted. Notice also how he gets his reasoning the other way round in this article about default nosey-parker settings.

April 27th; Thursday. 2nd morning waking without the vertigo. Angry mother accidentally texts the phone of a 35-year-old stranger. Striking how incensed she is at him gently teasing her. A real lesson in not listening.
April 26th; Wednesday. Wake up on floor and sit up this time without nausea, vertigo, or any dizziness: second time lucky. After about 3 weeks of BPPV, back to stability. Some dance music from Fort Knox 5 & Jurassic 5, and then more Jurassic 5 fiddled about with: 'We Know Something You Don't Know'.

April 25th; Tuesday. Last night's head manoeuvre didn't work. Room still swims around me as I get up. Did I do it incorrectly? Sudden sunshine today after some slightly chilly, even cloudy, days. Walk past four adolescent cleaning girls wheeling bins on the street. The fourth one, so casual she's almost standing still, wheels a scientific-looking trolley with compartments full of different cleaning materials. She's a fake mid-blonde, skin literally the colour of honey, and one of those jewelled pins piercing the cheek above and beside the mouth that Gypsy girls seem to favour. We exchange a glance for a bit over a second as we pass and before we're even six feet apart a peal of giggles erupts from her three colleagues. "He fancies you!!" they squeal delightedly in unison. Spirit of proud-pied April at work again. Later after dark, out to the corner benches to try the head-roll exercise once more.
April 24th; Monday. Having no bed to use for this, go out in the small hours to one of the smooth cement benches with no backs or arms for an anti-vertigo procedure involving precise head rolls. They're in front of the corner office block they only built a couple of years ago. Waiting until the coast is clear, I perform the Epley Manoeuvre, feeling a wave of nausea at each phase.

April 23rd; Sunday. Voting today in French elections has the daughter of the mad paratrooper and the ENArque who married his schoolteacher predicted to get about 22% each, so both going through to the second round next week. Smart money must be going on the ENArque, as if large amounts of not-so-smart money there already aren't enough.
April 22nd; Saturday. A very odd list of countries ranked by "ignorance". Despite cafe waitresses knowing the population of all the surrounding towns and villages, and Britons being apologetically vague on lots of subjects, Hungary supposedly comes second-worst in a list of most ignorant countries, and Britain is supposedly second-best-informed. Dodgy methodology, I think.

April 21st; Friday. Slightly unkind: The awfulness of Gwyneth Paltrow; Harsh words on Hillary Clinton; plus a candidate in the day after tomorrow's French election who has suggested 100% taxation. Millions of French people actually support him. Taxation only of "the rich" of course.
April 20th; Thursday. Apparently the US has a community of people who dress up as animals ("the furries"), and some of them dress up as stormtrooper wolves. Or something.

April 19th; Wednesday. Heavy rain in a now-quite-chilly Pest. This rainfall irritates me, and I learn my shoes are no longer watertight. Perhaps the moment for some "egoless" images: Tantric abstract paintings, devotional objects rather than artworks.
April 18th; Tuesday. Gyuri drives me to the Lakitelek railway station. The single-track local service leaves Lakitelek on time but there are delays at Kecskemet. Noting the station announcement tune (four rising chords) I try to remember how long it is since the jaunty train-station call sign used under communism was replaced - it certainly continued a good few years after the change in regime. It went doo-dooby-doo dooby-doo, sounding pleasantly old-fashioned & perky. I remember two string players from Britain studying at the Liszt Music Academy telling me how cleverly structured that old tunelet was as a composition. Kecskemet being something of a Crewe-style railway hub, we get lots of announcements of incoming and outgoing trains, alongside the delays for my train being repeated and adjusted. I wonder if anyone in any railway system on earth has ever tried to create a small battery of call signs? This would be so that the ear can instantly pick out northbound, eastbound, southbound, westbound service announcements with perhaps a difference of tone for arrivals and departures. It wouldn't be hard to create a 5 or 6 chord tunelet with shifts to make 8 or 16 versions of the same announcement music that passengers can recognise as variations of one thing but also pick apart (for example just play the little chord sequence backwards and forwards to differentiate arrivals and departures). I've also wondered for years if hearing the same noise hundreds of times a day drives people working at airports, train stations, or just cash registers, a bit mad, and some variety might heal their souls. Something tells me the answer to my question about a rail system with a set of call signs is no.
Lightly dozing in the carriage on the way back to Budapest, my mind drifts back to the mystery of seat design. That not only has centuries of work upholstering stage coaches, train seats, seats in cars, buses, aeroplanes not created a comfortable seat, but has amazingly produced its precise opposite - a hollowed-out shape that optimises discomfort. Yet what everyone obviously wants is protruding cushioning, if possible adjustable (for example, under the shoulder blades), that the spine can drape itself over, that supports you semi-upright and holds you softly in place against the natural slumping of the tired body. Considering the obsession at hundreds of design colleges since the 1920s with "rethinking" the chair, this small but endlessly repeated failure suggests mass dimness & unhelpfulness of almost magical dimensions. Reach town just in time to teach Zita then David.

April 17th; Easter Monday. Weather turns chilly. Pityu shows me how to cook the roadkill April Hare, Magyar-style. Garlic, strips of pork fat, + white wine. Very tasty.
April 16th; Easter Sunday. Kristos Anesti! Robin & Constantine drive back to Budapest, leaving me with the dogs, farm animals, Gyuszi, Gyuri, Pityu, and the star-filled country sky. A photo of Antonio Canova's Cupid kissing Psyche awake with a nicely caught sunbeam passing through translucent marble wings. Someone has kindly read out one of my "superb" articles and you can listen to it here.

April 15th; Easter Saturday. Last night as I stumbled far too late to the studio to sleep, I was guided across the lawn by light in the windows of the smaller next-door winter studio. These are lit up orange by heating lamps dangling over half the floor where chicks of various sizes are bustling about chirping at each other or else dozing in small groups. Inside the larger studio, up in the gallery area, a wasp seems to want to get into bed with me. Tangled up in bedding, I try to shoo it out of the snug pillow area, and it indignantly stings my tummy. I score a few hits with the pillow, a white ring appears on my skin where the sting was, and the insect grumpily retreats to safety under the empty bookcase.
Today, drunk with long hours of sleep, I stumble out far too late into warm midday sun. I suddenly realise that the tree right by the door now has huge purple blooms dangling from it. The thick, slurred mumbling of bumble bees, a much deeper fatter buzzing than the wasp, marks which blossoms they're clumsily clambering in and out of like portly country parsons. Past the still-cheeping indoor kindergarten of baby chicks is another tree fully out in white blossom. I visit Zsuzsi's skittish horse and give him a half apple, and Gyuszi explains to me which birds are which in a large chicken-wired area where they are all squawking, creating a mediaeval-market-square sort of racket. Round the back by the trees, the pigs make peevish snorting noises at me for failing to take them food again.
Further excitement as Robin, Constantine, Bela, and I attempt to chop bits of wood and make an outdoor barbecue, complete with improvised spit, to roast a lamb. Pityu shows me how to chop logs more effectively. The large white Komondor dogs, Domor & Sissi, appear less shaggy & matted. They seem to have been trimmed and are a bit more mellow and lighter on their feet as a result. The lamb cooks to a wonderful crispy, salty, smoky flavour. After dark, Robin & I drive over to some nearby villages to obtain bread and chocolate and we then drop in on the half-deserted Tiszafoldvar funfair. Tucked behind a colourful neon-lit magic roundabout with no-one on it, we try shooting with an airgun at a stall of prizes. Each prize is held up by thin wooden sticks, and I manage to score a hit right on the hip flask Robin wants to acquire, instead of the sticks. He takes over with the rifle, discovers it shoots slightly to the right, snaps two of the three sticks, and having spent enough on firing gets the dented flask the stallholder wants rid of. It now looks as if it once was inside his jacket and saved his heart from an assassin's bullet. We then have a quick drink in a sleepy-but-vaguely-futuristic cafe with concealed lighting recessed into green disc-shaped cutaways in the ceiling. In the usual odd Hungarian way, when I ask the curvy serving girls the population of Tiszafoldvar, they promptly reply 12,000 and know the populations of several surrounding towns to the nearest 500 inhabitants.
Mood of bleak darkness just in black and white: An illustration of the much-maligned Countess Bathory perhaps fitting to the Day of Burial.
April 14th; Good Friday. Drive into the countryside with Robin, Bela, & Constantine for Easter. Several transparent bags of eggboxes in the back of the car rustle peacefully as we motor across the republic. Bela asks if I am focusing my chi.

April 13th; Thursday. John Coltrane does something odd with the circle of fifths. Physicists say they've made a substance with negative mass. Tibetan monks found chanting bits of Derek Parfit.
April 12th; Wednesday. Last night Jessica and I move and assemble more furniture. Jessica gets annoyed with recent version of Beauty & The Bear Man, as she calls him.

April 11th; Tuesday. Criminals with a meth lab get raided. Police find the drug-makers have a pet snake which has absorbed so much of the chemical in the air through its skin the serpent is addicted to meth.
April 10th; Monday. I knocked a drinking glass off a counter onto the tiled kitchen floor on Thursday, smashing it into dozens of smithereens surrounding me. Helpfully, I was barefoot at the time. Wearily, I picked up all the tiny fragments until it seems safe to move off my spot. I manage to get away with only one splinter in one foot. Days later as light shifts with the hours, miniscule curved shivers of glass continue to wink cheekily, safely nestled in the fibres of the kitchen rug. Are they mocking me? Meanwhile, inmates inside an Ohio prison build themselves two computers hidden above ceiling tiles.

April 9th; Sunday. An odd thought comes to me that the young Mr Putin looked like a less-pretty version of the Illya Kuryakin character. He from the 1960s Man from U.N.C.L.E. television series with its brass-boosted bongo-drum beach-guitar music. Even odder, the young Mr Trump looked like a sort of sci-fi fusion of both the Illya Kuryakin and the Napoleon Solo characters.
April 8th; Saturday. If wind makes whistling and moaning sounds going through doors and windows even on bright sunny afternoons, does that mean the building is poorly made? I keep seeing snatches of invented 1940s movies in my head: "Damn this dark, lonely house, with its weird unsettling sounds!" So, a slightly unsettling colour-blot test.

April 7th; Friday. Finish another book from generous Amanda, 'The Magician's Nephew', by C.S. Lewis. The opening two chapters felt strange, because I remembered them clearly, despite never having read the Lewis children's books. Then realised I must have heard these chapters, perhaps twice, somewhere like Book at Bedtime on BBC radio, or perhaps on the TV read-aloud show Jackanory. Soon after, I got to chapters that stirred no smidgeon of memory, rang no bell. The storytelling is good and the Ulster Christian author blends themes of morality and personality smoothly. To my surprise, towards to the end of the book as I was reading it on the 19 tram, I had to close it. At the point where The Witch or Queen is tempting Digory to disobey Aslan by stealing an apple to save his dying mother's life, my heart starts beating so hard I had to stop reading and restart later. All the way through, kept thinking of the article I saw in either The Spectator or The Salisbury Review years ago, saying that Philip Pullman, the author of the 'His Dark Materials' series, had written his new series to attack and subvert the Christian subtext of the Lewis Narnia children's stories. The Magician's Nephew is a kind of prequel to the main series of stories.
April 6th; Thursday. A piece on hacking human DNA: doesn't quite deliver.

April 5th; Wednesday. A very nice example of how the right choice of spooky music, a 5-minute slideshow, and very short bits of text can create an engrossing mood of mystery and unsolved thingummyness. Nos. 4 & 2 my favourites.
April 4th; Tuesday. I finish the collection of Dion Fortune's wartime letters kind Amanda sent me, 'The Magical Battle of Britain'. The calm, self-confident tone of Fortune's descriptions of how her group contact higher spiritual entities (including Arthur & Merlin) so as to defend the British Isles is extraordinary. Here she jokes about her address being bombed during the Blitz: "October 27th 1940 / In our last letter we asked our members and friends to invoke for the protection of 3 Queensborough Terrace, and in this letter we have the ironical task of informing them that we have been bombed out of it, though without casualties; so it may be maintained that the invocation was at least a partial success, though your Leader and her Librarian look like a couple of sweeps owing to a difference of opinion with the roof, which fell in on them, but tactfully refrained from hitting them.
It has often been alleged that Dion Fortune is a Black Occultist, and we regretfully admit that the allegation can no longer be denied; however it is hoped that soap and water will restore her to the Right Hand Path and her students will be able to once more hold up their heads before a world always too ready to think the worst."
The text is intercut with short news bulletins to give context of the war. Interesting to see the February 11th bulletin in 1940, Britain's darkest hour: "Paper supplies are cut by 40% as rationing is introduced. In Birmingham, five IRA bombs explode."

April 3rd; Monday. Mark Steyn on Islamist use of threats to silence critics.
April 2nd; Sunday. Sounds bizarre. Migrants' children going into comas if their families don't get Swedish citizenship. A poisson d'avril story from yesterday?

April 1st; Saturday. Interesting article about Uber trying to swing the Brexit referendum for Cameron. Strange how the URL misspells the author's name.

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