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Can you translate the next 300 words into Hindi, or Korean?; if so, please contact me and there will be rejoicing.

2003
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November 30th; Finished the main text of 'Szimmetria' by Weyl, translated into Magyar by Seres, leaving only some updating endnotes. Main text trips merrily through crystals, architecture, animals and so on. Weyl is the physicist that Dirac said in one interview he never understood, so I didn't feel totally stupid at the end. I could remember that sinking feeling, as we closed with proofs covering rotations and permutations, from the group-theory lecture course I attended once. Somehow persuasively clear and slippery at the same time. Of course, recent events covered in the endnotes include more info about life molecules' handedness, fundamental particles' spin, and even more recently than this edition, growing interest in cellular automata. This reader loves Weyl for flatteringly covering such breadth, and cringes at his own inability to follow him the whole distance.
November 29th; Work on more of Robin's photos.

November 28th; Ah yes ...what might have been. Meanwhile, a fine interview at New Scientist with the aptly-named Mr Stock, successful writer of pop songs.
November 27th; Exhausted, still coughing, still ill. Too many coffees in the smoky, overheated Arc Cafe through that long last Friday perhaps also to blame?

November 26th; Popped in on the ACB gallery. Yes, aCb.
November 25th; Met Ryan, read his paper on Anscombe.

November 24th; I spend most of the day lying on my floor, wheezing bronchitically, slowly regaining control of my cat-fluffed lungs.
November 23rd; Still confused from the evil cookie, I find myself being led by the hand, dazed and docile, to Sunday lunch with Mariann's jolly mother, father & brother in Szigetszentmiklos on Csepel Island. The car section of the trip makes me feel travel-sick both ways, but lunch is delicious. The low-ceilinged home packed with books and houseplants emits a strong atmosphere of family warmth. Cats though. Naughty-substance nausea blends smoothly into cat-allergy asthma as later we watch 'Zoolander' on video at Mariann's flat in Angyalfold, while her locked-out cats hurl themselves against the sitting-room door like barricaded furies. Zoolander was funny, even dubbed into Magyar, and has some excellent scenes. However, overall it felt as weak as the Austin Powers films, albeit with a fresher choice of what to make fun of. There should be more films about how pompous the fashion industry is, and Zoolander the male model is at least a start.

November 22nd; Out to see Dr Ring Ding with Mariann. As tubby white German Christian psychedelic reggae/ska rappers go, Dr Ring Ding was very good, doing numbers in 70s dancehall, 80s dancehall, Roots ++ styles with scholarly precision. Gentle Reader will be relieved to learn that the rudeboys were ranking and the ragamuffins were rough. Then Mariann's extremely cheerful friends from Oroszlany gave us each an oatmeal biscuit/cake thing containing a naughty substance. But its strength took me completely by surprise, almost making it a Mickey Finn, or perhaps McVitie Finn. The time dilation & persistent queasiness was unpleasant. Going home after a concert is tiresome enough without the vivid illusion it took you 17 hours to go 5 bus stops.
November 21st; 2nd day pretending to be Seress for Scott. I drink 6 or 7 cappuccinos, so thoroughly enjoy myself, despite the overheated, smokeridden bar we are in all day.

November 20th; First day of pretending to be Rezso Seress in Scott's documentary. Pseudo-clove Indonesian cigarettes not a success.
November 19th; More hectic stuff, including an hour at the cartoon studio with Rob.

November 18th; Long, busy day seeing printers on Csepel Island with Robin finishes with 1st full cast meeting for Scott's film thingie.
November 17th; Robin & Georgina have storm in teapot.

November 16th; Georgina's brother wanders off enthusiastically into the drizzle and mist of the Sunday-morning puszta with Robin's dog Vicki to do some impromptu praying.
November 15th; At Robin's I meet Georgina's mother and brother. Her mother tells me about her days as a COMECON industrial chemicals delegate {meanwhile she whips up lots of yummy soups and pastries}. Her brother hails the fire of the Holy Spirit burning in his heart.

November 14th; Train out of town. I'm getting quite fond of changing at Szolnok.
November 13th; Poor Rob. I mess up his cartoon studio scheduling for...? A Bible-study session in a warm cellar with The Family, where an amiable man called Joe explains how Daniel and Revelations predicts barcodes and universal-product-tagging. Endtimes prophecy not exactly my idea of how to usefully defend civil liberties, since it's all part of God's plan, so can't be stopped anyway. As politely as possible I ask about the validity of letting scripture underpin a deterministic view of history and of course... they cite a scriptural reference as evidence. Oh dear. Sorry Robbo.

November 12th; Ryan & I see the Matrix3 film (though I never saw the second). Well. Where to start? I quite enjoyed The Frenchman and his superbly stacked moll. Who thought of calling him The Merovingian? Now my ambition to visit a nightclub like his. The relentlessly ethnic/lesbian Zion was rather tiresome by contrast, a pretty dull place as scruffily-futuristic underground cities go. I suppose we all want to believe that (a) reality is an illusion where only we can see outside Plato's Cave & (b) if you believe strongly enough anything is possible, including having other people think you are 'The One'. If only all-powerful Agent Smith and The Frenchman could have got together to populate the rest of the film with more of their dialogue. As Monsieur Merovingien naughtily chides the humourless, monochrome New Yorkers left to defend humanity: "So! You steell aven't shanged. Ollwayz straight down to beezneess, euh?". How right he is.
November 11th; Marion complains nippers at school no longer believe in excellence & effort. Diane & I chance on Jeremy & Zita.

November 10th; A chilly, glum Monday improves later. Might I get an Estonian page?
November 9th; Ryan discusses descriptions and explanations of behaviour.

November 8th; After very tasty dinner at Mariann's last night, my cat allergy again rears its furry, bewhiskered head.
November 7th; Full moon? Still no reply from astrology.com about their curious suggestion that four major events in the life of de facto moon goddess Princess Di occurred "during lunar eclipses".

November 6th; Agnes leads me deeper into the world of colligations and clines. Boo Boo offers me a job as finance director of a tyre-recycling plant.
November 5th; Remember, remember, the fifth of November. Gunpowder, treason, and plot.
Scott invites me to meet Mariann & her piano-playing father at the KisBuda Gyongye.

November 4th; Rob gets me squiffy. I read his Tarot with Esther's cards & book.
November 3rd; Out mushroom collecting in the woods. Train back at dusk.

November 2nd; More history on television.
November 1st; Robin and I catch the train out on the Day of the Dead. Haunting dusk journey with soft, warm winds from somewhere west and south. -

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