Nigel, the Sequel

Having survived the feast of affliction, I decided to overcome my stagnating digestive system by going out and buying this thing:




King Nigel is dead. Long live King Nigel!

Chag Sameach

As I grate my thousandth apple -- my one and only contribution to this year's festivities -- I wish all of you as little affliction as possible.

Party!

The president in London, but not me

Ah April. The leaves are turning colours, the shadows are longer, the nights are cooler, and sometimes -- sometimes -- there is a cloud here and there.

March was spent partly working on the preparations for the president's trip to London. She's there now, and speaks at the LSE today. She will also meet with the Queen, Gordon Brown and the rest of the dentally-challenged gang.

Besides that, earlier this week I had to go to Congress to interview a deputy, for a research project. It was the first time I had been there -- inside. What was most interesting was how small and modest their offices were. Congress is not in Santiago, but an hour and a half away, in Valparaiso, so it was a bit of a drag to schelp all the way.

Here's a picture of Valparaiso:



Well, that's actually the nicer parts. Congress is kind of in the middle of a slum, but that's where the old General decided to build it, on the site of the hospital where he was born.