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Hello the new friend!

Normally of course I would shrink to publish a private correspondence, but this was such a charming e-mail I had to share it with you. I hope Anastasiya will not mind.

Hello the new friend!

My name is Anastasiya. I write to you from the far Russian town. I am 27 years old. I very cheerful and optimistical girl. I like to conduct an active way of life and go in for sports. My girlfriends speak, that I kindest, honest, responsible in all. I think, what I can always cheer up and amuse the person. I like to dream of future, I build plans to myself. Now, my purpose find the partner in life, because I’m already tired to live one and I want to have the family and children.

I want to find serious men for creation of family. I am a little confused, because I have not enough experience in it and and I really do not know what to write to you. Probably I am very brave, therefore I write to you. I looked profile of various guys, and have seen your. You have very much interested me and liked as the person. I have decided write just you. Probably you - my unique the man. Though actually it is very uneasy to find the love through the Internet, but I shall hope for it up to the last. Now, I need look forward to hearing from you, you write me back? I shall give you personal e-mail for fast connection with me. My e-mail:

I with not patience shall wait for the letter from you. And with pleasure I shall be ready to answer all your questions. I shall send you the image in the following letter.

With hope your new sincere friend Anastasiya.

I have to say it touched a chord with me as I, also, am tired to live one, and I can confirm that it very uneasy to find the love through the Internet! Still I remain optimistical.

It is some flowers ekcetera

You often overlook the choicest things in life because they are so easy to obtain - the sunrise and the sunset, the starry host on a clear night, the taste of fresh clean air, the sight and smell of flowers and trees, and the fresh rain on your face.”
— Emmet Fox

M-x george-bush-mode

Emacs is full of wonderful and baroque surprises, like a secret garden of hacker delights. It’s a bit like having a brilliant, eclectic, slightly obsessive friend with a quirky sense of humour, who talks to you in Lisp. Today I came across M-x dissociated-press which produces a comically scrambled travesty of the text you’re editing. It generates as much randomised gibberish as you want, and I figured a good way to test this was to apply it to one of George W. Bush’s speeches. If the output exactly resembles the input, then it must be working correctly. Here’s the result:

Today, the U.N. Commission on Human rights, economic sanctions on Iraq. Those sanctions when an outlaw regime’s good faith is to bet the last U.N. Commission on Human Rights, economic liberty, accept liability of the United Nations, and a totalitarian state.

The Iraqi regime is a grave and security will be enforced, or cast aside with little hope of foreign assistance. Iraq employs capable of producing chemical weapons. With every one of those of its founding members resolved a world. Yet today, it’s been almost four years of September the 11th. And al Qaeda terrorism and act to suppression of biological weapons. Delegates to their violent ambitions. In the Middle East and beyond. And we will continues to withhold important Iraqi citizens.

If all these standards, Turkomans, our citizens to do not intimidate through cruelty and conquest, and open societies that were poised to destroy and stopped — by the U.N. Security Council resolutions helping with every one year and a threat to meet our common challenge. In the Middle East the evidence. To assassinate the Emir of the Emir of Kuwait and a threat the Iraqi regime is that terrorism and act to suppress it, as all states are being unilaterally subverted by the Iraq’s dictators and broken that terrorism and act today to rid itself of weapons of mass death throughout free societies do not is among them.

In one place — nuclearning can triumph in the Middle East, there can be now expect of the U.N. Security Council resolutions. We’ve tried sanctions. Iraq has broke this promise, spending disease. If the Iraqi regime takes toward gaining moment to human dignity, the United Nations, and a three more times in 1991, Security Country, and right now those obligations. The Security are challenged. Our common challenge. If Iraq’s regime will remain unstable — the regional conflicts — ethnic afghanistan and Saudi Arabia, Bahraini, and Omani nationals remain unacceptable.

Yesterday, Iraq continues that its legitimacy will also revealed that Iraq continues to develop weapons of mass destructure. Saddam Hussein pursued weapons, our principles and our resolvement with terrorism, and permit no biological weapons. We owe it to all our citizens of our world.

I like the coinages of ‘nuclearning’, and ‘mass destructure’, which are genuine inventions of Emacs. But basically it’s indistinguishable from the real President, so I can conclude that dissociated-press is an idempotent operation over Bushisms.

Gulls at Fowey, Cornwall

This is in Cornwall’s historic Fowey which I will show you more pictures in a bit. But here is some gulls that caught my intrest while I was wandering around with Jane.

London Graffiti

It is a bit like American Graffiti except probably with less mother******* swearing

Joie de vivre

Phone pictures out and about in springing London.

Tamar Bridges

If you grow up in east Cornwall the main shopping place to go is Plymouth, which unfortunately is over the border in Devon, where they talk funny and are inbred and so forth. But you do get to go over this magnificent bridge. It was built in 1961, the UK’s longest suspension bridge at the time, and is still not paid for.

Brunel’s famous Royal Albert railway bridge. It is always a bit worrying going over this as the train has to go super slow, for fear of the whole thing collapsing into the river. I am sure it is not likely to collapse any time soon, but you cannot help thinking that as the train picks its way gingerly across.

How to get keithlard into bed

I really hurt myself yesterday [three years ago], as I was getting out of the shower and bending down to pick up a towel, a muscle twanged in my back and within half an hour or so I was unable to walk or stand. It was a little scary as I managed to get into bed, but was not sure how I was going to get out of it again. I lay there for a few hours drifting between sleep and pain, before eventually considerations of hydrostatic pressure forced me to start planning Project Toilet.

It was hard as the slightest movement caused all my back muscles to go into spasm and thus hurt much worse than they already were, but I knew I had to move if only to avoid a Tycho Brahe scenario. I managed to stagger to the bathroom and back, but the whole operation took about twenty minutes for a journey of a couple of yards. I started getting a bit worried about how I was going to feed myself ekcetera.

It is scary and lonely if you are lying on your own unable to move and in pain, and no one knows where you are or can help. Luckily Adam Bede was within reach of the bed so I was not dying of boredom, but even George Eliot’s rich and lovely prose failed to distract me from how much it hurt. It is funny though especially if you like Cold Comfort Farm, as there is a character called Seth and a rustic mother who says things like “Thee ‘t allays so hard upo’ thy feyther, Adam.” The mild, grave and saintly Dinah is also immediately annoying, and one recalls the odious Madeline Bassett asking Bertie Wooster very earnestly if he did not think that the stars are God’s daisy chain.

After another few hours I found I was able to move about a bit, grabbing at random things for support, and made it into the living room for a while. I discovered that although moving was painful, staying still was even worse, so I thought it might be a good idea to take a very slow walk up the road to the little shop for some provisions. I managed this all right, and walking (slowly and delicately as though balancing a crystal vase on my head) definitely seemed to help.

If you have accidentally been crippled like this you will know the most frustrating thing is not being able to do anything or look after yourself, so I was determined to do normal things even if it meant doing them very slowly and carefully, bending your knees to pick things up, and occasionally wincing in pain. I drove to the big Tescos and got a few things for dinner, this was OK because the trolley acts like a Zimmer frame and I could make plump and stately progress, like Buck Mulligan, around the aisles. Standing in the checkout queue was agony though especially as the person in front of me insisted on paying for their shopping in a mixture of pennies, defunct vouchers, and out-of-state personal cheques.

I do not want to sound like I am moaning too much as it made me realise how horrid it is to be in continuous pain and not be able to move around, and how many people are in that situation all the time instead of just for a day or two, and much worse besides. Contrary to what you might think if you imagine being ill is like Cousin Helen in What Katy Did and you become all compassionate, wise and saintly, you just feel impatient, angry and sorry for yourself. It is impossible to concentrate on anything or enjoy your favourite TV show eg. viz. The Apprentice.

It does give you some sympathy with Epicurus who taught that true happiness is freedom from pain, of course to truly appreciate this you need to regularly suffer orful pain. I will be extra kind to the sick and elderly now, at least as long as the memory of pain lasts, which thankfully is no time at all. Today I am much better and able to sit at the computer twiddling with photergraphs and such. So that is why there is an annoying preponderance of photergraphs just now.

More from Fowey

I went to school in Fowey, and I suppose I was spoiled rotten, although it did not seem that way at the time as it was a toughish comprehensive that made Grange Hill look like Linbury Court. Still it is a lovely little town and nowadays is thriving with many intresting shops. It also welcomes free-spending barbarians.

Restricted zone. Fowey’s mediæval streets are even narrower and twistier than Mevagissey, and driving my enormous Audi around the old town felt rather like navigating a billion-ton oil tanker up the Norfolk Broads.

This is the King of Prussia where we used to go for a crafty pint or twelve, there is something nice about having a drink in a genuine olde-worlde pub in a fishing village and then being able to stumble out and fall straight off the edge of the quay into the river.

It is Daphne du Maurier country of course, and though she probably wrote a good many more books than she really ought to have, it is keeping local bookshops in business to this day. Intrestingly you can see Sally Beauman’s excellent Rebecca’s Tale in this picture, which is one of the few literary ‘sequels’ to actually be any good.

Unlike most people brought up in Cornwall, I am hopeless with boats ekcetera and do not know my aft from my elbow. It is a shame as I am in love with the romance of the sea, but get unromantically sick if I go anywhere near it. Except if it is one of those giant ferries where you can pretend it is just a big building full of drunk children and bad entertainers.