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Three in the morning. It's a painful night – periodically for the past month or two I seem to have some new kind of digestive pains, they were wondering if my pancreas is in trouble or something like that. (Perhaps it's just a matter of endlessly taking mildly toxic medications for decades on end.) At…
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Mac
My first Macintosh was not the first model made in early 1984, but the second model – the 512K (if you can imagine an entire memory that small) in late 1984. Since then, I have tended to insist on Apple computers – even, perhaps slightly insanely, while doing my six postgraduate exams, on a Macintosh…
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Bedazzled
It has obviously been the last night of our four-day 'Indian summer'… and yes, I did rather possessively explain to someone British, who thought it was British slang for something associated with India, that it is American slang for something, well, Native American. But, as has been pointed out, 'Native American Summer' doesn't have the…
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Waiters
A gloriously unseasonable week, weather in the low-mid 70s (yes, I still think in Fahrenheit), which led me to telephone Michael and say we have to go hang out somewhere outside: because if we wait too long (according to the forecast, Sunday) it will go back to the usual northeastern weather. And then we'll all…
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Motet
The midst of, well, a lot: my uncle's death (and worrying about my aunt, now left more alone than anyone else of her generation in the family, which seems unfair for so kind and caring a woman); my sister and her son coming to London (and trying to figure out whether it makes sense for…
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Translation
Astoundingly enough, I am actually working on the book about Gerhard's music – a project he first handed me nearly fifteen years ago. I have managed to make this such a neurotic knot of impossibility and failure, a symbol of everything I am not focused or efficient enough to finish, or indeed to do at…
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