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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The end of serendipity? Google knowledge graph seeks to second guess your searches: http://t.co/yRSCvu15 Is this a good thing?
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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.
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@RiaBacon helloooo! i've been suffering from exactly the same problem.
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@lucypepper Good to hear from you. Real life is getting in the way of my virtual self. Maybe I should outsource the overworked part.
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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
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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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Leaving this place

I’m not profligate with my categories (nor with my posts). So when I see that I have 22 posts in the category “Leaving this place”, I know that I’ve been leaving more than I’ve been staying these last few years.

And on a night like this, at 1:13 am, with the cold Harmattan wind whipping

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Mmm … Easter

Easter eating in Jamaica is not very exciting. The traditional Jamaican speciality of bun and cheese pales in comparison with the orgies of chocolate we’ve known elsewhere.

In Rome, one of our favourite shops was Valzani’s pasticceria (confectioner’s), which alone justified a walk over the river (Trastevere). The street and the shop itself were very

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You say black I say white

Photo taken in July this year during one of our best day trips in Abruzzo. Civitella del Tronto boasts the narrowest street in Italy, about 60 cm wide, and a spectacular fortress, scene of the final showdown in 1861 between the Bourbon forces and those of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, led

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Where there’s muck

Out cycling this morning, I passed a field being ripped up. Walking a few metres behind the earthmover (It’s Scoop, mama!) was a man with a metal detector and a spade.

“Dude! WTF!!” I shouted, but he was too busy to look up.

I can’t imagine what he hoped to

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Grazie Madonna

Those whose prayers have been answered (see previous post), can show their gratitude at this ad hoc shrine in via Trastevere. The slot at the bottom of the wall for donations for “bread for the orphans” has been crowded out by a hundred or so plaques dedicated to the madonna. The oldest plaques are

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