Monthly Archives: March 2004

another dead phrase

I caught myself writing “It certainly seems likely” just now. Why? Is there any moment when this phrase is to be preferred to “it is likely” or “it seems likely”? Continue reading

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Tales from the Arabian nights

Though horrendously frightening. One story doing the rounds in my neighborhood was of a small girl who was abducted on the way back from school. A telephone call was made to her parents informing them that they had 10 days … Continue reading Continue reading

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Open for business

Jonny Boatfield, a remarkable local artist, deserves to be better known (and better paid). He’s a fishing buddy of mine, and a cousin of my wife’s. So, as a holiday project, my daughter built him a web site. The World … Continue reading Continue reading

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Asia begins at the Landstraße

said Metternich and I used, when I stayed in Vienna, to walk to that dusty street to feel it. I couldn’t feel anything. But it’s still a wonderful sentence, in some ways unsurpassed until the morning of March 9th, 2004, … Continue reading Continue reading

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The opposite of support

Sometimes I think that anyone who has ever used Linux should be banned from any contact with the public. The trouble is that they can almost communicate with normal humans. They use the same words. But they only have one … Continue reading Continue reading

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Performance

If anyone is reading this in the neighbourhood of Bath and Bristol, do come along to the two shows I am doing at the Bath Literary Festival tomorrow. There is a talk at 4.30pm in the Guildhall, which I think … Continue reading Continue reading

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a tasteless anecdote

In my hotel brochure in Jerusalem there was a story about a sculptor, the daughter of a holocaust survivor. Almost all her mother’s Polish family had been killed — Grandpa had gasoline injected into his vein; one brother was made … Continue reading Continue reading

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Six million degrees of separation

Transcribing the Benny Morris interview, I stumble over a name. It is “Henry ?Pullen”, a Cambridge historian, under whom he did a PhD. So to Google, where eventually the name of Henry Pelling turns up in the context of a … Continue reading Continue reading

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A small Jerusalem statistic

The Moment café on Gaza Street in Jerusalem serves very good sandwiches. I know because I ate there twice, appreciating also the fact that it was never in the least bit crowded. At least before nine I never saw more … Continue reading Continue reading

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A techie question

I have had to re-reconfigure the wireless network on my return from Jerusalem, since the hotel I was in didn’t use any WEP encryption on their network. I can never remember how to generate a WEP key and there seems … Continue reading Continue reading

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