Monthly Archives: November 2002

A secret

is something you only tell to one person at a time, right? And this blog is such a minority taste that publishing here is, on average, telling fewer than one person at a time. So I’m not really about to … Continue reading Continue reading

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One pacifist argument

You never considered comes from Todd Strandberg: Continue reading

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hanging on

I was drinking with Francis in the Pillars of Hercules, as an act of piety to all the underpaid writers who drank there long before us. He’s writing a book about technology, and I had just come from wrapping my … Continue reading Continue reading

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whaddya mean, 5?

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Well I’ll be blown!

This comes from a review in the Telegraph of Barry Humphries’ latest memoirs: Continue reading

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one person

in the entire world is unfailingly funny about computers. Continue reading

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An antidote to despair

A perfectly wonderful essay by Teresa Nielsen Hayden, about the mid-term elections. It shows that quality of practical, tough-minded optimism which is probably the one thing I love most about America. Continue reading

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whodathunkit

— the 419 scams actually make money — $100m a year, according to Slate. No wonder the offers just keep coming. But in a world where a young man fresh out of jail can win Continue reading

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Another hero round the bend

Validimir Bukovsky is a man of unimpeachable heroism, great energy, and a hobnailed liver, as I know to my cost after a long night drinking with him on a ferry somewhere near Tallinn. So why is he turning into Bufton … Continue reading Continue reading

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Poor old Biggles

It must have been terrible for Iain Duncan Smith to read his own obituary in the Sunday Telegraph but this morning’s Times is even worse. When Rees-Mogg writes to prove you must survive, you know you’re as dead as the … Continue reading Continue reading

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