Funny man in Rome, fat man in France, strangely unrelated. I am writing an essay on one. The other is this weird childhood memory a book in the living room brings back. There's some sort of a British connection between both, but some connections are worthless. Besides I am pretty sure Roman virtues from the Early Republic had fairly limited appeal for the Gaulic tribes inhabiting France back then. That said, the Gauls seem to have been less Asterix like, and more Spartan like every day. Here lay a group of people who were so fierce that the Romans were afraid of them, fierce not weirdly clever mind you.

I was walking around New York a couple of days ago, one of those short visits where one gets to enjoy expensive hotels and rain. I went to an Afghani restaurant, supposedly owned by someone who was a judge in Kabul in the late 70s. Funny considering his leaving the country would neatly coincide with the rise of the communists, and such things usually have interesting stories. The restaurant itself didn't have a story, it wasn't even exceptionally good. At least I didn't really pay for the food. The rain did actually suck.

I am not sure why I wrote this, I didn't have that much to say. Observations for the night: scheme's cool, coding is fun, writing papers is less fun than it used to be.

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