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Thursday, September 02, 2004

on the night train

Today is Vietnam's 59 national day. In four hours I will be on the night train, to the mountainous Lao Cai Province, in the north.

This made me think of Axl Rose.

Loaded like a freight train / flying like an aeroplane / speeding like a space brain / one more time tonight / I'm on the night train

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

Horace?

There is something suspect about those who write letters to the editor, for which excessive moral discourses, obnoxious conceptions and tedious details seem to be essential ingredients (just like a blog?).

Yesterday evening, I suddenly decided to jump out of the closet, into the world of letter-to-the-editor writers. An article in the Norwegian daily "Aftenposten" mentioned "Horace", claiming he was a "latin poet". Outside the Anglo-Saxon world of poorly translated Reuters news, "Horace" is known as Horatius (ie Quintus Horatius Flaccus, or Horats in Norwegian).

Funny enough, the editor immediately answered my email, and modified the article.

There is a much more interesting exchange of emails here: Coke. Izzit.

Monday, August 30, 2004

Cham Pa

A micro-narrative involving Cham Pa culture, citing Sanskrit epic poems, is what I would like to post here today, evolving into something about the confluence of Indian, Chinese and South-East-Asian culture in Vietnam.

However, I crashed my router while attempting to upgrade its firmware.

I know virtually nothing about Cham Pa, but I thought the router was a better excuse for not writing about Cham Pa. Click on the title to read more ("Cham Pa").