Monthly Archives: September 2001

Americans don’t need to worry about Big Brother

Some great Amazon.com comments on the Modern Library’s top 20 novels of the 20th century. I especially liked this comment on George Orwell’s 1984:

“‘What’s the point?’ Maybe if you live in a country that’s a monarchy, this book’s worth reading, but this is *America*, ok? The whole reason we live in a democracy is so that we the people don’t have to worry about things like this.”

(sigh)

The bitter cold of winter

Well, this is it. Winter has started. Not that it’s snowing or anything – in fact, the sun is still shining brightly, and to anyone behind the window of a climate-controlled building like this one it would appear that nothing has changed. But step outside and you’ll realise that it’s light without heat, intense white stuff that burns nothing except the back of your retina.
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A day in Nottingham with Rowan and Lola

Took Rowan and Lolly out for the day on Saturday. Rowan made her usual protests about wanting to stay at home, but they were less emphatic than usual, and pretty soon forgotten once we’d left the house. We caught the bus into town, train to Nottingham, and taxi to Keyworth where I collected the car (quelle shock! I’m another 500 quid poorer, after having the clutch replaced, new rear brake pipe and associated fittings, and seat stripped down and re-welded to get rid of its awkward wonkiness).
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The food in my fridge

Ah, the dilemmas of food. Several months ago I took the cookbook The Single Vegan down to London with me, because despite being neither single nor vegan, I thought it might offer some handy recipes for me for when I’m staying alone in Dave’s flat. Unfortunately, even its frugal shopping lists are too much for me… it offers lunches and dinners for a week at a time, and it’s all very well being told that I can use the other half of my carrot in tomorrow’s lunch, but if I’m not here tomorrow lunch-time then the other half just gets wasted. At the moment I’m probably at the flat for one, or if I’m very lucky two, meals per week. Makes it kinda hard shopping for fresh veg (especially as I am easily tempted). I guess I am the classic target for frozen-ready-meals, but I so wanted to make the effort to do it myself.
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