I fell in love with the music of Sparks (Ron and Russell Mael) the minute I saw and heard them on the legendary BBC show Top of the Pops in 1974, performing This Town Ain’t Big Enough For Both Of Us. Almost 40 years later, I still love their music and regularly listen to it. Why? Continue reading
Setting: USA and Europe; mostly Paris. Continue reading
Setting: Switzerland. (The Land of Money.) Continue reading
Bruce Schneier, to quote from his website
“…is an internationally renowned security technologist and author. Described by The Economist as a “security guru,” he is best known as a refreshingly candid and lucid security critic and commentator. When people want to know how security really works, they turn to Schneier.”
The quote saved me thinking and writing time, because it’s damn accurate. I’ve been a subscriber to Bruce’s Crypto-Gram Newsletter for some time, and it’s always lived up to the billing. Continue reading
Setting: Tanumshede, (or is it Tanum?) Sweden. Continue reading
(I was tempted to use this book title as the headline for the earlier flytilla 2 post, but I restrained myself.)
Setting: Venice, Italy. Continue reading
This is a screenshot from today’s Haaretz website covering the so-called flytilla 2, so-called demonstration, by so-called protesters:
Answers on the back of a postcard, please.
Setting: A small Finnish town, above the Arctic Circle. (New meaning to the expression Cold Case.) Continue reading
With Susan’s family in town, we have been doing Pesach together. The trials and tribulations included renting a place with a pool, but the pool wasn’t ready… Then Susan got ill, I got ill, Sarah got ill… Do you think somebody is trying to tell us something about Pesach or Pesach food?
Whatever, the girls had a good time:
Setting: Oslo, Norway. The seamier side: where the drug addicts, dealers, and down-and-outs exist.
“It was not the future promises of a new urban development he saw, but the past. For this had been Oslo’s shooting gallery, its dopehead territory, where they had injected themselves and ridden their highs behind the barracks which partially hid them, the city’s lost children. A flimsy partition between them and their unknowing, well-meaning social democratic parents. What an improvement, he thought. They were on a trip to hell in more beautiful surroundings.”