Category: Personal

Mendeletion

How would people react if Starbucks bought their favorite local coffee shop? Or if Halliburton bought Greenpeace? Or if the Rebel Alliance… allied itself with the Galactic Empire? Judging by the outburst of the online scientific community one would think...

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As much as you can

My favourite Cavafy poem is a slightly obscure one. It has always spoken to me on a deeply spiritual level.   As much as you can by C. P. Cavafy Even if you cannot shape your life as you want...

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What’s in a name?

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.

— V, in V for Vendetta

Hi. My name is also V. It’s not really. That’s not even a real name! My name is Vangelis. Unless you actually check my ID, which says that my name is Evangelos. It is about at this point that people...

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I am V, not Anonymous

or: How I learned to stop worrying and love the changing meanings of the “V for Vendetta” mask.   In a BBC feature today, the Man himself, Mr Alan Moore, discussed the emergence of the Guy Fawkes mask that is...

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Ithaca

This is the best and most famous poem by Cavafy. Once, in London, I saw this poem pinned on the wall in the home of a French girl I was visiting. In a Spanish translation! Apparently, a Colombian guy had...

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Polis

The city by C. P. Cavafy translated By Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore, find another city better than this one. Whatever I try to do is fated to turn...

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Moving to Seattle

Seattle skyline I probably should have written this entry some time ago, but I guess I have been a bit preoccupied with everything that has been happening lately… In any case, here is the worse-kept secret ever: I am leaving...

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Being Vangelis Simeonidis

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon... luge lessons... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. When I was 18 I went to evil medical school. At age 25 I took up tap dancing. I wanted to be a quadruple threat: an actor, dancer, singer... and I would possess nuclear weapons, which really is the most threatening of the four.

— Dr. Evil, in Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery

  My life has not been nearly as exciting as that. I was born in Greece, in the northern city of Thessaloniki, and lived there for the first 25 years of my life. I studied Chemical Engineering, and then moved...

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