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Following two days at sea, the next step of the voyage was the Falkland Islands. This collection of islands comprises over 12,000km^2 (by comparison, Melbourne is approximately 2,500 km²) with a total population of about 3,500 (by comparison, Melbourne has approximately 5,300,000), nearly all of which reside in the settlement of Stanley. On a per capita basis, the islanders are quite well off, and to describe them as "quite British and a bit conservative" would be something of an understatement. Despite the small population, it does have an excellent museum. With few people and a rugged territory, wildlife is abundant, especially in the form of birds and sea mammals, and is quite notable. Penguins are, of course, a primary attraction, and a visit to nearby Yorke Bay provided the opportunity to encounter King, Gentoo penguins, and Magallanic penguins. The only land mammal that existed on the Falklands, the Falkland Islands wolf or warrah was hunted and poisoned to extinction by shepherds in the 19th century.

No discussion of the Falklands (or Islas Malvinas) can occur without discussion of ownership, especially in the wake of the 1982 war. To put the situation in a nutshell, the islands remained uninhabited until the French established a colony in 1764. The following year, the British established a settlement, but it is questionable whether they were aware of one another. The following year, the French surrendered their claim to Spain. A few years later, the British withdrew from the islands, and by the time of the Napoleonic Wars, the Spanish abandoned their colony and garrison, leaving behind gauchos and fishermen. Later, a German-born Frenchman of Argentine citizenship established an Argentine colony, but the United States turned up with a warship in 1831 and dissolved that government. The following year, the British returned and reasserted their rule. The British have remained ever since, and the Argentinians continue to vigorously assert their claims. At the time of the war, I recall a young girl phoning talk-back radio and saying: "There are two big islands - why don't they have one each?" Such a sharing arrangement, as charming and persuasive as it might be, is challenged by the assertion of right through violence.

Leaving the Falklands meant another two days at sea before landing at Montevideo. This is an opportunity to describe the exceptional culinary experience offered by the cruise. Every day, with breakfast merging into lunch and then dinner, there is a plentiful and diverse buffet of excellent quality, which varies in theme each day (the Christmas Day French lunch was quite an experience). For those who prefer a serviced dinner, several restaurants are also available onboard. If you pay a little extra, you can access even more restaurants of an even higher standard. Coupled with the grand hotel breakfasts of the pre-cruise weeks, I am quite prepared to say that I have never eaten so well for such an extended period of time, and, despite a wonderful gymnasium that overlooks the bow of the ship, I rather suspect I have put on more than a few kilos in the past month. Still, as a once-in-a-lifetime voyage (of which I have at least one or two per year) I have very few regrets with experiencing this culinary indulgence.

current indoor temperature: 13.7C

Jan. 4th, 2026 07:05 pm
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I moved all the shelves around in the spare CD rack and have turned it into a dedicated shrine to Sir David Attenborough *g*. My entire Attenborough DVD collection in one place, except for my Christmas present of "Asia" (currently by my bed because I'm watching it).

It snowed on Thursday night; about a centimetre lying everywhere when I went out at half six on Friday morning, and about half of that had melted by the time I left the pool to go up to the office, but most of that is still lying now. I had very little trouble getting in, but it sounds like most of my colleagues struggled; my oldest colleague broke her shoulder very badly ice-skating a few years ago (was off work for months) and she's really nervous about ice now - she'd clearly freaked herself out quite badly by the time she got in on Friday. I did look at the trampled and half-melted station car park on my way home and think "this is going to be lethal once it refreezes" but the round trip to church on Saturday was fine. And the bus driver saw me coming and waited as I "ran" for the bus (half the pavement was clear, but I was tiptoeing very carefully over the other half...).

It's mostly stayed below freezing, occasional spikes up to 1 or 2C. And more snow due tonight, although the forecast is no longer saying "bits of snow every day for the next week", and it's going to get warm enough (four or five whole degrees!!!) that it ought to melt by midweek.

First day back at work was noisier than I expected; there were half-a-dozen people in on my team, although we were the only ones on the whole floor! The one manager who was in brought a giant tin of fancy M&S biscuits, on the basis that if we all had to be in we deserved something nice. Monday will be back to full normality, though. I'm consoling myself with the fact that I have a day off later this month; I'm going to a Thursday night concert (Mahler 1), and decided to treat myself to not having to get up at six the next morning!

Antarctica Voyage

Jan. 3rd, 2026 11:16 am
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The end of 2025 and the first days of 2026 have been spent in Antarctica. The crossing of the notorious Drake Passage was mostly smooth sailing, a "Drake Lake" event. There was the delightful imaginary point where the Pacific, Atlantic, and Southern Oceans meet, and much of the Passage's reputation comes from the Antarctic Convergence where the warmer waters of the former meet the colder waters of the latter, mixed with often strong winds funnelled from South America. The weather is unpredictable, and there's a lot of it, but this is the best and safest time of year to attempt the journey. According to tradition, crossing Cape Horn also entitles one to a particular sailor's tattoo; something I shall attend to on my return. Most of the journey was cool, hovering around zero, overcast and with light snowfall, although one day it did drop to -9C with the wind-chill accounted for.

As for Antarctica itself, we only ventured but a few hundred kilometers along the northern tip of the peninsula, around Anvers Island, through the Gerlache Strait, via the Bransfield Strait, up to Deception Island and the South Shetlands, then King Geoge Island, and ultimately to Elephant Island (named after the seal, not for the Afro-Asiatic Elephantidae family). This is the most populated region of Antarctica, not only humans from the numerous bases of multiple countries scattered among the islands and peninsula proper, but also with playful penguins (chinstrap and gentoo were particularly prevalent), fur seals, and numerous seabirds (albatrosses, petrels, skua, shag, and gulls). The area is especially rich in krill, zooplankton, and phytoplankton from which Earthly life ultimately depends on for food and oxygen. Their presence also resulted in numerous sightings of whales, especially humpback whales, and the occasional orca pod. As far as the humback is concerned, this is the whale capital of the world. We were also visited by staff from the Port Lockroy UK Antarctic Heritage Trust for an informative presentation.

Back in the Passage, and with more than a day open sea voyage ahead of us before reaching Port Stanley in the Falklands (or Islas Malvinas), one final and appropriate Antarctic action was required - to start a game of "Beyond the Mountains of Madness", the famed (at least among a certain crowd) sequel to H.P. Lovecraft's short novel, "At The Mountains of Madness". At sea pastimes aside, visiting Antarctica is the fulfilment of a childhood dream, spurred by Scholastic Books and primary school atlases. The numerous on-board lectures on ecology, geology, history, and the curious sovereignty claims were accessible and informative, although I think they could do with a climatology session! The scenery and wildlife were truly beautiful and grand. I have developed an even greater sense of wonder, concern, and knowledge of the world's coldest, driest, and highest continent with its fragile ecology. If I ever return, and I hope to do so, it will be in a professional capacity.

spare game codes

Jan. 3rd, 2026 10:11 am
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I have a bunch of game codes going spare for anyone who wants them! We don't have to be mutuals or anything, and feel free to pass them along to other friends etc. Please take them! Some of these games are great, but I can't play two copies.
list of games )

it has indeed been a long december

Jan. 1st, 2026 08:00 pm
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Happy new year! I was thinking about doing some sort of year-in-summary thing but it just seemed much too exhausting. I still have November and December booklog plus the year in review for that and honestly I've spent most of the past week lying around limply reading Yuletide stories. I was going to post about that also but again with the too much effort.

However, tragically tomorrow I have to go back to work, so I am having to bestir myself to prepare for that.

In the meantime, my washing machine broke on Monday, with a load of laundry inside it, and apparently all the washing machine repair people are off until next Monday. Dad very kindly came over today and wrestled it out of the slot, which allowed us to revive it for long enough to finish the last few minutes of the cycle it was doing; we still don't know why it started erroring, and I don't trust it enough to wash anything else, but I no longer have a pile of clothes festering in there and I'm taking that as enough victory for now.

I also finally built the bookcase I bought on my November IKEA trip, and while Dad was here he volunteered to rearrange it and the CD racks I was using it to supplement. I have reshelved everything, with gaps for future acquisitions, and it all looks very beautiful; I have one CD rack left which will need rehoming, but I haven't worked out what to do with it yet. Possibly overflow DVDs, but there's no room for it in the spare room with the rest of the DVD storage. ETA: have just tucked it in the corner by the door and will work out what to put in it later.

And now, time to make packed lunch for tomorrow and go to BED.
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Year in review 2025

Dec. 31st, 2025 02:48 pm
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My mother died in March. That feels like basically the only thing that happened this year, but of course it's not. Theoretically you stay in full mourning for a parent for a whole year (which hasn't ended yet); I haven't quite managed that, as done properly it's really quite intense, no social gatherings or live music for example, but it has definitely been the major theme in my life. And helping Dad to figure out what his life will be like as a widow.

I continued to be a student rabbi, making it through to the halfway point of my studies. I took on more and more complex rabbinic work, and got to know the incoming first year students. (We're the grownups now, there is actually only one finalist ahead of my cohort.) My much awaited and also somewhat dreaded trip to Israel got cancelled, due to the decision point coinciding with the particularly scary time when Israel was actively at war with Iran. I did some other short travel, even making it to Germany and Sweden.

Significant events:
  • Mum went from being officially terminally ill but mostly coping at the beginning of the year, to the drugs not working and being in a lot of pain in January-February, to actively dying. March-April was all the immediate aftermath of her death.
  • I had a few days with [personal profile] jack in Skegness, which I remember basically nothing about because it was in the middle of the final weeks of Mum's life. I think we stayed in a cute tiny house and did a bit of walking in the countryside. I have more memories of our trip to Norfolk in May.
  • I spent a very intense and overwhelming week in Germany at an Abrahamic faith retreat.
  • [personal profile] doseybat and [personal profile] verazea got married on a lightship on the Thames, and my partners had a Jewish blessing of their 20-year-old marriage, both on the same weekend.
  • I did a completely absurd amount of travelling for the High Holy Days, first day Rosh HaShanah in Southampton, second day in the Isle of Wight accompanied by the intrepid [personal profile] cjwatson, Shabbat Shuva in Stoke, Yom Kippur in Cornwall where I had to respond to the first fatal antisemitic attack in this country in my lifetime, Succot back home in Cambridge, a very flying visit to Sweden for the Shabbat during Succot with [personal profile] ghoti_mhic_uait, and back for Simchat Torah and returning to college.


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Previous versions: [2004] [2005] [2006] [2007] [2008] [2009] [2010] [2011] [2012] [2013] [2014] [2017] [2018] [2019] [2020] [2021] [2022] [2023][2024] Amazingly this is my 19th review of the year; I've been going since 2004 but there were a couple of years in the middle I missed out.

Crusin' to the End of the World

Dec. 29th, 2025 11:42 pm
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Leaving the fine city of Buenos Aires, we embarked upon the Sapphire Princess to head to Antarctica. It's an impressive vessel, over 300m in length, over 60m in height, weighing 115K tonnes, and carrying 3.5K crew and passengers. I confess that in the past I have looked down on cruise ships, considering them to be places of vacuous culture whose greatest good is the opportunity to hide away and write a novel. Neither of those positions is incorrect; the place is full of bars and gaudy nightclubs, with multiple light jazz bands playing in various nooks, and with incessant piping of the worst of Christmas songs. But my assessment was also quite incomplete. Being the type of cruise this is, the rather impressive theatrical hall is also home to high-quality, accessible, and entertaining lectures, given multiple times a day by geologists, naturalists, and historians, concerning the Antarctic. The same location also hosts evening performances by singers, musicians, and comedy shows, among others. The most impressive was an Argentine tango dance that cleverly melded the history and representation of the dance into its performance.

Due to a curious turn of events, I ended up presenting at the theatre itself on Christmas Day; the ship required someone to conduct an interdenominational service, and, with a bit of a background in such things, I offered my time. A pre-designed service had already been written; however, I was given the opportunity to add a brief introduction, introduce the readings (carried out by other volunteers), and provide a brief address. I took the opportunity to emphasise the importance of remembering how fortunate everyone present was to be on such a voyage, with the time, money, and health, and how everyone must not forget those who did not have this opportunity. I concluded with a reading from James 2: 14-18, which speaks of the need to feed and clothe all as a priority; "Show me your faith without deeds, and I will show you my faith by my deeds". The message seemed to strike a chord; I am guessing that a number of the congregation have more than a sense of unease and self-awareness to be so privileged on such a journey. I will take this opportunity to, once again, recommend my preferred charity (life-years saved per dollar spent), Effective Altruism.

After Christmas, the ship ventured into Patagonian Tierra del Fuego, the southernmost permanently inhabited region on Earth, a wild place of channels, mountains, a plentiful supply of wind and rain, and an abundance of natural beauty. Our first port was Chilean Punta Arenas in the Straits of Magellan, where we were able to tender for a day ashore. It was a town with some charm, including the Sara Braun cemetery that held the remains of not only author Charles Amherst Milward but also the University of Melbourne's Walter Baldwin Spencer. There was a moment of greater excitement when there was a sudden change of weather on the return tender in the late afternoon, with winds reaching over 100kmh, which was interesting if you were on the top deck of a little lifeboat, as we were. The following day, travelling through the Beagle Channel, we reached Argentinia's Ushuaia, the southernmost city of the world, "fin del mundo", a fairly rough-and-ready place, but also surrounded by astounding glaciers and subpolar forests. The next step is the Drake Passage, notoriously known for the roughest seas in the world, and then Antarctica itself.
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Christmas was good but also SO MUCH. By the end of Boxing Day lunch I was trying to work out how much longer I had to stay in company, but I ended up in my mother's living room where she was silently playing a game on her new tablet and my sister's fiance was silently playing a game on his phone, and I just sat there silently reading on my phone for an hour and felt much better.

Family updates:
  • my sister is engaged! this came as a surprise to me and the brother who doesn't live near her, although mostly because we thought they were already engaged (there have been casual discussions about weddings going back some years)
  • my sister's endometriosis op in the autumn revealed that she does not in fact have endometriosis, but she did have a nasty tumour-y thing which was not cancer but apparently also not not cancer and now she is down one ovary and fallopian tube, which is particularly upsetting for her because all of this was part of the fertility investigations they've been working on
  • my middle nephew is dating a boy! He is definitely the least surprising candidate for this out of my niblings. Apparently he is not presently interested in labels, only in dating the person he likes, which seems perfectly reasonable to me, particularly since he's fourteen
Apparently I made a good decision to leave when I did on Christmas Day since several family members were already pretty drunk, and it sounds like it got significantly worse after I left! Not in a bad way - my family are generally very well-behaved drunks, they just enjoy themselves - but at least one person apparently needed considerable help to get upstairs to bed. Mum said "they were singing all sorts of things to Dad's guitar! Oasis and Simon & Garfunkel and lots of things!"; I said that sounded nice and she said "IT WASN'T" (I gather they were fairly raucous...)

Both my parents stayed home from the Boxing Day walk this year, which meant that for the first time in years I was not solely responsible for the cooking, and was surprisingly stressful (Dad: "Oh yes we can cook all six of those things in the last half hour before lunch!" Me, silently: YOU CAN FIT A MAXIMUM OF TWO THINGS INTO THE OVEN, AND I DON'T BELIEVE YOU HAVE ACCESS TO TIME TRAVEL). However my mildly panicked promptings did cause enough things to happen early that it wasn't a disaster (three or four things were cooked while we were eating and brought up as additional items, but that's fine). They didn't want to cook things early and let them get cold waiting around, which is very reasonable, but also if you are trying to cook:
  • three trays of sausage rolls (vegetarian spanakopita; sage and onion; cheese; chorizo; black pudding; "Chinese takeaway" (with five-spice, hoisin and soy sauces); homemade by my sister's fiance and apparently all very delicious - obviously I only had the spanakopita ones)
  • two trays of cheese potatoes
  • two sticks of garlic bread
  • a tray of pigs in blankets
  • three small trays of brie and cranberry parcels
  • a pack of chicken goujons
  • a small tray of beef and stuffing Yorkshire puddings(?!?)
  • a Greek omelette / fritatta thing
you cannot in fact do them all at once even if you have a four-oven Aga. Something is going to be lukewarm and this is simply a fact of reality. Particularly since the temperature starts dropping when you keep opening and closing the door, cooking lots of frozen items in it, etc etc, so the cooking times on the packaging become more and more distant from reality (the 17-minute brie and cranberry parcels had I think 35 minutes in the end and were only barely beginning to brown then).

Mum was pretty down about food things because - well, ok, she has pretty much spent six months during her chemo eating the exact same meals every day at the exact same times, which has been working for her, but means she does not yet have any real idea how to calculate the appropriate medication for meals with different food in them, or how to arrange them around eating at different times, or how to schedule everything so that she can still eat her before-bed weetabix to prevent any overnight hypos. I'm fairly sure this is a one-time problem, because by next year she'll have varied her diet and activity sufficiently to be able to work it out better. But right now she's feeling very confronted by how not-"normal" her life is, and it's been no fun for her.

But everyone had enough to eat and there were left-overs, so it was a success. Then I came home and did nothing and talked to no one and hopefully tomorrow I will have energy to start on my to-do list backlog.

Cusco and Buenos Aires

Dec. 27th, 2025 07:32 am
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After the glory of Machu Picchu, the next step was a return to Cusco for a couple of days. The hotel this time was the Novetel, which, like others in the historic old town, has a simple entrance with grandeur inside. It must be said that in the overwhelming majority of cases, the character of the old city has been kept quite intact. The time afforded the opportunity to visit several new sites in the time remaining (I travel like a demon possessed for the deep and rapid immersion). This included the Museo de Sitio Qorikancha, the Monumento a Pachaceteq, the Museo Historico Regional, the Museo de Arte Contemporaneo, and the Museo de Arte Popular. The first was notable for examples of Incan trepanning and artificial cranial deformation, along with a performer of traditional pipes, and the second for superb views of the city. The third included an excellent range of archaeological and historical artefacts as well as a contemporary exhibition by Abel Rimache Condori, which followed well into the fourth, which included a surreal and disturbing exhibition, "El holocausto de los inocentes" by Esther Diana Ttito Chura. The fifth was small, strange, and didn't really fit the title.

Following Cusco was a day of flights; Cusco to Santiago, Santiago to Buenos Aires, three countries in a day, before settling into the modern Hotel Grand Brizo. Whilst only here for a few days, it was another case of rapid and deep immersion and a great deal of walking between the numerous sites I had on my agenda (learning the Travelling Salesman Problem is useful!). Buenos Aires is a city deeply affected by various European migrant populations and its own sense of artistry, rightly earning the title of "The Paris of South America". French and Italian architecture is abound (e.g., Teatro Colon), parklands and boulevards are vast, and people make quite an effort to dress up every evening. For myself, it was also an artistic pilgramage to honour their most famous author Jorge Luis Borges, which I did by visiting the Centro Cultural Borges, which hosts a variety film, theatre, and artworks by others, and the wild visions of the peripatetic polymath Xul Solar whose museum - and former home - was unfortuantely closed.

A better part of a day was spent meandering through "El Ateneo Grand Splendid", a theatre that has been turned into a bookshop (Buenos Aires is a book-lover's dream city), then the impressive La Recoleta Cemetery and the equally impressive Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes. The visit also included the enjoyment of interactive and participatory dining, "The Argentine Experience", which involved several courses of local dishes, wines, along with producing (and eating) your own empanadas. Alas, the stay here is all too short, and the list of places I wish to visit is still quite long. I assure you, Buenos Aires, I will return. You are quite an amazing city.
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