The blog is dead, long live

I can only apologise for never having put a last post up here, leaving you instead to your own conclusions.

From now on, I will be at http://miesanyjazyk.blogspot.com.

Nazis, Jews, standing together

These are the Jews

not often confused with

the Nazis.

on my mymymymymymymymymynd

this country, or at least it's capital city, is great. it is super friendly and full of lovely things to eat and drink. you also get a chance to use your hypothetical russian. and where doesn't have grinding poverty and widening inequality?

recommended: khatchapouri, tarragona (a drink - limonat - and brightest green), the women of sunny house (an NGO, not a brothel), anything with XXI in the title, and the rather endearing man who will crack your back if you make eyes at him.

i want to come back here. it's true that i say that quite often, but it's truer here than for istanbul or tirana. this is in a league with budapest, although it doesn't have a classy european university. and georgian script is cool.

the president is having built a palace modelled on the reichstag, with the crucial difference that it will house not the parliament but the head of government... sakartvos gaumaros!

Typo of the arbitrary time period

is this, from the blurb of a book on demographic problems in Poland, the country (God's own, naturlich) where Roman Gietrych is an angel, and Alicia Tysiac a demon:

"Poland has entered a phase of disadvantageous population trends. Still, morality in Poland is much higher and average life expectancy much shorter then in the EU countries[...]"

I like the correlation there.

The troublesome Riemann was clever
In focusing people's endeavour
Until such a time
As we find the last prime
For when, we know n=never

I am no longer likely to update this blogue, having (since my return to England) forgotten about it until yesterday. But if you subscribe to it, I guess you'll know if it ever comes alive again. Thanks to those of you who put up with, enjoyed or someotherhow engaged with it, it made the being elsewhere better.

The above is a tribute to Martin Huxley, of whom I only know that he likes to write mathematical limericks, which is quite enough for me. A Hero.

Tak d'alšie.

http://www.vonnegut.com/

Recalled to life

or at least to London. I'm back, have been for some days, and I guess that makes these the best of times.

Am doing a research project for the UN Population Fund, on youth policy (sound familiar?). On the tube yesterday:

Chris writes in diary: Deadline, Romania and Poland
Dave: How very ambitious...

Yours, in European domination,

Chris