Start: 95.4 Last week: 89.7 This week: 88.8
Tuesday 24 April: skipped a week, numerically, because although I did weigh myself I didn’t want to crash in on the Moroccan narrative. Still hovering around the same old figures, which is not surprising as I have been eating enough. No sense of depriva...
We’ve been reading bits of Elias Canetti's Voices of Marrakech. In one of them he talks about the importance of a room of one’s own to the full enjoyment of the city around. How right, even if the room is one’s own only for the night. So different today, our last night, from our first night. Very...
Which raises the question of who I am. From the first night in the Jamaa el fna, when someone called me “Moustache” in the French mode, that has been my main name. But I’ve also been called Ali Baba more than once, and I’ve just been told that I look like a Colombian soccer player of years past, who...
I’m interupting the delayed-gratification travelblog briefly to announce a fine sighting: a new collective science blog. What I really like is how it came about, which I learned from Seth Roberts. Executive summary: Seed Magazine rejected a bunch of applicants who wished to join the pantheon at...
Last night, after the Berber drumming, we had magic tricks and puzzles. I managed to solve one (and almost solved another) so that this morning at breakfast a young father pointed me out to his children in awed tones as the man who had divined the solution.
Which was nice.