Monthly Archive: March, 2012

Daniel Zamudio, RIP

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He was 24 years old, worked as a clothing salesman and hoped to study theatre.  On March 3 he was attacked in a Santiago park by a group of men who beat him,… Continue reading

The late, great Borges

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Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1996) was unmoved by the nationalistic passions surrounding his country’s territorial disputes. The Falklands War, or the Guerra de Malvinas, was like “two bald men fighting over a comb,” he… Continue reading

The lingering fog of a short, strange war

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The thirtieth anniversary of the Falklands War is approaching, but the territorial dispute between Argentina and the United Kingdom has not been resolved, and some strange and fantastical tales about what really happened… Continue reading

The twenty-ninth writer on the blog is…

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Mary Helen.. Yes, you have read it right! It is another Mary on the blog this week Mary Helen Spooner spent many years as a journalist in South America (Colombia, Venezuela, Guatemala, and… Continue reading

The NHS: Best Thing Since Sliced Bread

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When health care was a hot topic during the 2008 presidential campaign, I made some remark on Facebook about getting fabulous government-paid-for health care here in the UK, and how I wished everybody… Continue reading

Seven Camels

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It’s like this: if you sort of squint at the screen, or look out of the juuuust the corner of your eye, then Hebdomadaires looks a lot like Hebdromedaries – which would mean,… Continue reading

Preview of what’s to come

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Can I do it?  With ten minutes to go until midnight, can I tear off a quick post like some bloggers do, when my style has always tended to something longer and more… Continue reading

Take-Off

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I’ve just returned home to England after a long vacation (UK: holiday) in the US that took in Kentucky, where I grew up, and the San Francisco Bay Area, where I lived for… Continue reading

The twenty-eighth writer on the blog is….

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Mary Ellen Foley Mary Ellen Foley grew up in Kentucky, spent many years on the San Francisco Peninsula, and now lives in a rural village in Surrey in England.  She has more degrees… Continue reading

has it seriously been a week?

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Sunday nights are always a drag, even when I enjoy what I’m going to be doing on Monday morning. I get my clothes ready for the next day, which sounds incredibly anal retentive… Continue reading