June 30th; So
Brazil's stylish footballers won the
World Cup this time? Perhaps
some consolation for them after being covertly dosed with radiation in Paris 4 years ago --
Oops, did I just give something away?
June 29th; Turns out
is not coming to stay on my
sofa tonight after all. Quarrel patched up now, he says.
Mr Choi, where are you? I wish we were
still in touch. Perhaps if I
link to lots of Korean sites in this
someone will hear my plaintive plea for help
with my Korean page. I hope Mr Choi enjoyed film
school in California, after his three and a half years' wait in Budapest while
film academy postponed for 4 autumns in a row the directing course with
he had paid them for upfront....
The Fox apologised very sweetly. All is forgiven of course.
June 28th; The weather
is still hot and sticky. Bob points me to Harold Wilson 2
dancing with Son of George.
June 27th; Thank you
from Amsterdam is here.
What is Mehmet up
to in Morocco?
laughing, says he's "lost in Africa." I imagine Mehmet out on
silver moonlit sands, abandoned to sacred bliss.
June 26th: 11pm; Just yielded to a sudden urge to clean
and tidy. God knows where that could lead. Earlier found my tiny
screwdrivers, bought a tiny screw from a screw shop,
and fixed my sunglasses. Like buying a ballbearing from a
ballbearing shop in December. Are you
allowed to buy 1
screw in London or Paris?
No more news about that rumoured proof of the
(that 8 and 9 are the only consecutive powers) from a
few weeks back. If it is a proof, sad to say, it's probably the size of an
Just found a link on the very stylish
I love everything site
pointing to an equally smooth and handsome page called
Why are you creative? Checking the 2nd site's content, the unkind answer has to be
"You're obviously not." Since the people who made this elegant blue-room site
list the saintly and erudite (but creative?) Dalai Lama as a 'creative icon',
this suggests 'creative' for them must mean something like 'neat' or 'cool' or 'very good'.
How would an icon create something, anyway?
June 26th: 2pm; Finished e-mailing new contacts
from indigenous peoples
and the World Bank I met at the Saturday conference.
Gentle Reader will be reassured that your faithful correspondent does not
only loll in jacuzzis under starry skies. There is Actual Work.
June 25th; By chance met Bob Kent, research colleague
of Illinois buyer-psychology
Brian Wansink, so found out what
'buyer regret' and 'price-anchoring' really mean. I got quite
enthusiastic quizzing Bob, rather to the puzzlement of Stella
and Kata at
June 24th; Went to an actual
dance lesson for
first time in life. Fun but tricky. This is what the couple of evenings watching salsa
[to, er, "get the idea..."] were for. Hmmm. Will I learn this? Will I be able to learn
this? I suppose it would help if I actually started a course at the beginning
instead of wandering by fifteen lessons in and annoying the Cubans.
June 23rd; So I went to the
new home at the Szechenyi Baths, and it was good actually. Lovely hot water outdoors,
music still good [the 'jazzier' sound, they said], and Art Nouveau architecture. The
promotional girls, this time from sponsor
Ballantine's, surprised me on
my way out. Of course the usual very pretty girls in swimsuits and
strappy high-heeled sandals. But then I realised that each one was
wearing a four-inch-diameter glowing blue disc exactly over her pubes. Yes, I was surprised.
One met me with an amused glance from under her gorgeous eyelashes for a second as she caught
me catching myself looking her between the legs a second time. But there were lads around
her playing the important spinning-needle-in-compass-style-drinks-tray promotional game, so
I wandered off into the night, bemused. Just five minutes later, on the street, I ran into
some extremely merry, singing people of all ages who said they were a church choir from
Iceland. I bet they tell that to all the journalists.
And then today to
the gallery to look around the
photography exhibition. I'm not sure if I would describe
pictures as a "dense and complex selection",
and the lady-with-gun series was dull, but some elegant snaps nonetheless.
me to archive
language daredevils, and some other links,
even if the pronunciation is going to be pretty iffy, as Anja rightly says. I should review that
full of zip and vim
about postmodernism. I was a bit puzzled by
Ziauddin quoting physicist C V Seshradi claiming the 2nd
law of thermodynamics
was ethnocentric, as it would describe monsoons as inefficient because
they don't involve the extra work of moving energy from
a cold system to a warm system. Silly old me would have thought it was the 2nd law which showed precisely
that monsoons are efficient. But anyway, the book was crammed with references to
other things I would like to read, so still recommended.
June 21st; Not heard from
Jake since our dream group
fizzled out. I know he hasn't yet made it through the seventh gate or the tenth
gate or whatever it was, because I bumped into him doing that business presentation
at that restaurant last week. Still feel bad about letting him down by not staying. Curiously,
I almost made it through one of those gates. Is
it the 'Second Gate' when you go to sleep within your dream? I was dreaming I was on a Hungarian
TV chat show that was so boring I was literally falling asleep just when I was supposed to say
Then I woke up.
Then I woke up.
If you see what I mean.
June 20th; Excellent day! Paid bills, bought a pencil sharpener, some vitamins, and a pair of shoes. Hooray for TV quiz shows! Managed to buy shoes from the conspiracy-theorist shoeshop-owner without having to hear the usual 40 minutes of Jewish-Masonic-Illuminati World Cabal stuff. He was busy with other customers. I wish he was an Illuminatus, then he'd have to keep it a secret and not tell me. Had a nice drink with Krisztina later and rounded the night off by finishing Miklos's copy of 'Postmodernism and the Other' by Ziauddin Sardar, from Pluto Press. Despite heavy title (another conspiracy theory of course), it's extremely readable. Weaknesses yes, but full of sharp, thought-provoking polemic. Perhaps I can manage a proper review at the weekend....
June 19th; Another warm, sticky day. I somehow nixed the
pool game last night with Ryan and Rob, but kind Heather
arranged me a ticket to Saturday's
June 18th; Ooh dear.
says I might have "issues". That sounds rather bad, doesn't it? I'd better check that word with Esther and Elysia.
June 17th; Ah yes -
American weblogs. (You just be real good and careful now Mr Google, you hear me?) Still no
new readers in
June 16th; Finished chapter 6 of the novel I'm translating for
the friendly agency based in Prague. The novel whose name and author I don't know, and the start and finish of which I haven't seen. Makes it more fun actually. While the book I did in 1999 was agreeably mystifying and mystical, this is straightforward mystery - meaning creaking mansion doors, knife-fights in thunderstorms, and misfiring flintlocks. The story so far: Having swum ashore from the ship they crossed the Pacific in, William and Susanna flee inland into South America, only to be recaptured after several days by slave-traders with bloodhounds, and sold to the sinister millionaire Alfredo Garcia. He plans to transport them to his horribly remote ranch on the Argentine pampas, so they have only three days to escape from his coastal estate at Valparaiso. Luckily Heloise, an elderly governess sold into slavery by Arab pirates thirty years before, knows a secret tunnel to the smugglers' cave. She collapses with the strain of the escape, and only just makes it to the rowing boat before they push off under a full moon. Cracking stuff. I'm quite looking forward to chapter 7.
June 15th; I miss salsa with Terri and Henry. Silly me.
Dined with Steve, Tim, Ruslan + this designer.
Malcolm and Betty invite me for a lovely meal.
June 10th; Wise Nordic lass
Anja sweetly deflects my
June 9th; Free, open-source browser Mozilla, and another free browser,
Opera, open-source in a different way - Opera is appearing in languages
like Breton, Welsh, Irish, Scots Gaelic, and other exciting tongues like
Ladino soon, I'm sure. Impressive.
June 8th; Has this leave-a-book-for-a-stranger-to-find movement touched your life yet? If so, please tell me.
"Because books have feelings too" - wish I'd thought of that slogan. Are the books mainly in English still?
June 1st; Rainforest tribe's upbeat website, via Wired.
Ashaninka show us their language?
If June, the young Danish goddess I met
on the tram to Oktogon the other night after my long day interpreting for
these folk, happens to read this, a page
Dansk would still be
much appreciated. She could contact me here.
I suppose you've heard all the "shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" lines already, haven't you, June? Oh well....
May 6th; Anyone passing through Budapest on the 24th and 25th of May should check this theatre for a play by
Jeff about crooked antiques dealers I am apparently acting in as a recorded voice. Ah, fame... And David's fine poetry events are well worth keeping track of.
May 2nd; My sloth continues. Other busier souls, however,
continue to bring us gorgeousness:
small and cute,
and of course the lovingly-crafted
Blair magazine site.
Eat your heart out, Tony.
April; For your internal organ quiz, check
Willaston's Lounge, for inventions you want to see, go to
this link, and catch up on the
Photoshop Tennis here. A few links
on the Swedish page
in Swedish at last. Thanks Annika!
March; The Greek has arrived too (thanks to John's kind father).
I just have to get my act together and mount it and the Chinese.
February; Want to learn
how to learn any language?
Suddenly the Chinese page has arrived, with the kind help of
Arabic and Greek pages coming soon, with the generous assistance of Isam and John's dad.
January; Now I find people are reselling copies of the
Should I be depressed or cheered up about this?
An article on Shift.com about programmers
lending out coding work at interest,
a short excerpt from a stage play translated into
Romani or Gypsy language
if you're curious, plus a fine crop of weblogs,
here and my still-to-be-updated
music recommendations. Also a third page added about
who lives out on the wild and windy Great Plain.
Perhaps my Croat and American friends are right, and I should buy myself an actual
which I can then, as it were, own. Good old Stojko is even threatening
to build me one if I don't get a move on. It's got to that stage.
music recommendations as
an article on Salon.com.
October; links to sites about learning
two big world languages with particularly lovely scripts
here, under 'other alphabets'
- plus, on the same page, under 'other links',
an English painter living in Hungary,
plus a colourful site for
live events in Budapest, and,
under 'songs and music', a
new site about multicultural music.
Mark Griffith, site administrator /
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