Ria Bacon: editor & writer

Linguist with wanderlust,
From the hills of New Guinea to the halls of the Sorbonne,
From the beaches of Bassam to the fields of Friesland,
From the catacombs of Rome to the Blue Mountains of Jamaica.
From the heather of the Veluwe to the dust of Dakar ...

Currently resident in the Land of Sea with a small tribe of kids and Mr B.

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Currently translating a manual on how to make a handpump. Background research takes ages but gives great feeling of learning something new.
2 weeks ago
@RiaBacon helloooo! i've been suffering from exactly the same problem.
2 weeks ago
@lucypepper Good to hear from you. Real life is getting in the way of my virtual self. Maybe I should outsource the overworked part.
2 weeks ago
Fat tax now! RT @AP In 20 years, some 42 percent of the U.S. population will be obese, new government report says: http://t.co/ImZK2ETt -EF
2 weeks ago
@RiaBacon i read that as: Fresh post... random outbreak. Need more sleep.
2 weeks ago

Stet in a cloud

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Now hear dis!

FYI

Stet means "Let it stand" and is used by editors to indicate that the original text should be left untouched.

...in Arcadia ego is a pun on a painting by Poussin.

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Eye of newt

Bin gettin’ jiggy wit’ mi macro in de backayaad. (Click to see larger images)

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Old for new

I made the movie above (mouse over) before I had done any research on the chapel. More fool me. The building was not there in 1906 because it was only built reassembled in 1956. Here’s the story . . .

The Chapel began in 1799 as a warehouse on the Gale’s

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Come together

A short while ago, a friend told me a story of how they’d been driving back home along the north coast of Jamaica at around 10pm when a tree suddenly fell across the road, crashing onto oncoming traffic. The woman whose car had been struck was herself unharmed, although her car was a write-off. And

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Revival

On a vacant lot in Grants Pen, a big tent was planted and on Sunday night, the revival meeting held its first service. From a mile away we listened to the testimonials and the whoops of redemption. Then the storm clouds drew in and the night turned black. The rain swept in from the sea,

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