Birthday, 1985

My mother's birthday letter, 18 years old :

"Dear Jeff -

We've said goodbye before, not too long ago, it seems, when you were off to Switzerland. And on your 18th birthday, I'm thinking of the goodbye ahead of us, in August when you take off for Brown.

You've learned a lot about the world and about the people in it - and about who you are and how you fit in. And now you're on your own. Seems unreal, doesn't it?

I haven't any words of wisdom. You've lived your life with gusto and humor and purpose. You've taken yourself seriously, and in the process have taught me. I'm proud to have participated in your growing-up. It has been a wonderful, unbeatable experience in all its parts , for which I feel especially blessed.

Happy 18th!

Love,

Mom

"

Photo source? 1985, 1530 Euclid Ave.

Rabbit Ears

Eitan plays his last game with the KPR Blues, winning the "plate", or runner's up, trophy at the Abby Rangers tournament in Surrey. From September, Eitan joins Elm Grove in the Premiere Elite league. I try to take it all in stride, not being too much a part of his (or Madeleine's) decision making though Sonnet much better, here, than I. The big question soon : swimming or football? But that is for another day. After the pitch, Eitan to Luke's b'day paintball party followed by a highly-unusual sleep-over on a Sunday night.

A re-cap of the news for posterity : Rebekah Brooks , former Chief Exec of News International, arrested. Met Chief Sir Paul Stephenson resigns siting the NoW scandal. USA loses to Japan on PKs in the women's World Cup final. Daren Clarke wins the British Open - the third Northern Irishman to win a major in the last six tournaments. Tour de France begins.

Madeleine: "Sometimes you freak me out, Dad."

That Girl

Me and Grace, September 17, 1967.

Sonnet And Her Brood

Eitan: "Do you like paint ball?"

Me: "Not really. You know how you feel when you watch war movies and you think : 'I would never get shot?' Well, I got shot in like two minutes the one time I've played."

Eitan: "Did it hurt?"

Me: "Maybe my pride."

Eitan: "I sort of like it if it hurts. It makes it more real."

Madeleine: "Oh, really, Eitan."

Eitan: "Yeah, so?"

Madeleine: "Would you like it if someone stabbed you? And you were like, 'oh, that feels reeaallly good.'"

Me: "She's got a point, you know."

Eitan: "I'm just saying, that's all."

Eitan, in the back of the car, holding a new football: "This ball feels so lovely."

Me, driving: "Hurry up, Grandma."

Madeleine: "Shush, Dad! She can hear you!"

Me: "No she can't."

Madeleine: "She can read your lips: Hur-ree up Gr-ran-dma."

Cloudy Richmond

Eitan and Sonnet do an aquathalon (500 m swim and 2 km run) and Eitan set to win his age-group until he takes a wrong turn. He is crushed afterwards. Meanwhile Madeleine and I go for a walk in Richmond Park. Now it rains and everybody in the kitchen and I build the Mercury Redstone Ant-scale model rocket and Madeleine does her homework:

Madeleine: "How many five centimeter lengths can I make from a 40 centimeter rope?"

Me: "How many times does five go into 40?"

Madeleine: "Why couldn't they just say that?"

Madeleine: "Is 87 cm tall or not?"

Me: "It is all relative."

Madeleine: "What does that mean?"

Me: "If it was an 87 cm lizard, that would be pretty tall. Or long anyway. If it was an 87 cm house, that would be pretty small."

Madeleine: "Can you please stop the logic, Dad?"

Madeleine: "Here's a quiz, Mom. What is 200 divided by 25?"

Sonnet: "Madeleine do your homework please."

Rutshire Chronicles

Jilly Cooper, in her soooo '80s classic "Riders," introduced us to Jake Lovell (Aspirational gypsy. Rides horses), Helen Macauley (Hot American, lousy in bed. Rides horses), Rupert Campbell-Black (Brutish aristocrat. Hairy chested. Rides), Billy Lloyd-Foxe (Jake's rival at horse jumping), Fenella Maxwell (Rich, hot, rides) and Tory Maxwell (Debutant wife. Doesn't ride). They all have sex and fight and ride horses and wife swap and horse-swap and talk about horses and talk about riding horses and go to the Olympics to ride horses and , and, and . . You may not be one of the 20 M readers of the book but most likely you have seen the jacket cover, pictured. My first time at the Oakland Airport on my way to freshman year when being an adult could not come fast enough. Cooper, for her part, awarded an OBE for services to literature in the Queen's Birthday Honours list in 2004.

The serious side of the '80s was, of course, the tragedy of AIDS. Mine the first generation to believe that sex could mean a horrible, ghastly and lonely death.

"Wondering if she had a ginger bush, he felt the stirrings of lust. He'd tank her up at lunchtime and take her back to his mother's house."

--Rupert Campbell-Black in Jilly Cooper's "Riders," 1985

W'Loo @ 3PM

I perch myself at the station's southside upstairs and take a few photos with my bb. The Evening Standard, pictured, went freesheets in October '09 after 180-years of paid circulation. Blame the Internets. Daily readership surged from about 260 K in '06 to >600 K last year.

Outdoor Greens

I am at the RIBA which btw introduced to me years ago by stylish and gentlemanly friend Maurizio. The cafe restaurant best enjoyed in summer when an outdoor sculpture garden available to Kensington's ladies that lunch and museum types (you choose my slot). A news team films "hidden green spaces" in central London, pictured.

To Have Not

Madeleine's heart set on a mobile "for emergencies". Let it be known our policy age-11 , which the kids put in the "gyp pile" alongside the Nintendo DX, wii, Xbox and various other medias we do not have yet apparently enjoyed by every household in the universe.

A predictable crisis : when 12 million Americans owe more than their homes worth the country running on empty. Who can dispute this observation when the US govt borrows $4.5 B a day to just keep going. And this : the Fed buys 70% of all new Treasury paper, making the government the largest client of its own debt. This possible by increasing the money-supply and the balance sheet of the Fed itself, a practice that will eventually blow up.

"I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today."

--J. Wellington Wimpy

Driver's Ed + Social Living

Eric attends driver's education and reports: "I had to go in order for Ben to get his junior license. ... another dad looked at me when we were leaving and said, "well that's two hours of my life I'm never getting back."

We Berkeley High sophomores (that would be '83) split a semester into Driver's Ed and Social Living, taught by the wonderful Nancy Rubin; Nancy at BHS from 1977 to 1996 and was one of the cool adults who wore stylish middle-age clothes and had frizzy hair and expensive beed necklaces. Sometimes sleek sandals if warm. Her class discussed things like masturbation (boys agreed: girls have better options), contraception (no 16 year-old likes a rubber) and abortion (most to all kids support choice - Berkeley, dude) and other stuff too awkward or difficult to bring home. Nancy became a minor celebrity, on Oprah, and known across the country. A highlight of her class : a letter we addressed to ourselves, post-marked and stamped, for future delivery. Mine arrived at my parents' house in 2003 or 20 years later. It still scares the shit out of me - I have yet to open the damn thing. Maybe I will give to Eitan or Madeleine on their 16th birthday? Maybe I will dispose of it privately. Photo from Eric.

Porn

Britain has a drink problem and ads like the above do not help. I find this one disturbing - do we really need to see a bulging sweaty veined arm gripping the upward pointing bottles? On the underground , where I take this photo?

Blue Blazer

The blue blazer cocktail created by Jerry Thomas, a bartender and author, while he was working at at the El Dorado in San Francisco. As legend has it, President Ulysses S. Grant so impressed by the drink that he gave Thomas a cigar. Thomas would only make the drink if the outside temperature below 50 F or if the person had a cold or the flu, whose symptoms the drink was to alleviate. It is not so much the drink (which is just a simple whisky punch) but the mixing that is unique.

Originally concocted in two silver cups, the whisky and water heated separately and poured into their own cup. The whisky then lit and, while burning, the water and whisky poured back and forth between the cups without extinguishing the fire creating a long blue flame between the two cups.

Recipe

2½ oz rye or bourbon whiskey or Brandy

2½ oz boiling water

1 tsp powdered sugar

Lemon peel

600

Eitan at last week's borough athletics competition. The boy runs the 600 meters "long distance" (Sonnet's photo from mobile).

Jail Break

Once the hamster #1 but then came the fish. And now Rusty. Not taken out of his cage in weeks, Tommy gets the hint. Now he trains himself on one task : escape.

Mr Burns

Here is where things stand: Thousands of private phone messages hacked by News Of The World. The violated from Prince William and Sienna Miller to murder victims and families of soldiers killed in Iraq and Afghanistan. The arrest of Andy Coulson, the paper's former editor and press chief to PM David Cameron. The arrest of Clive Goodman (second time!), the paper's former Royals editor. The 10 July closing of NoW putting hundreds of employees out of work. Murdoch's bid to acquire 100% of BSkyB in jeopardy (he owns 39%). Allegations of bribery, wiretapping, and other forms of law-breaking including payoffs to the police. Charges that millions of emails deleted to thwart Scotland Yard's investigation. Charges that Scotland Yard made aware of illegal wiretapping in 2007 but did not pursue a full investigation. Insinuations that Tony Blair and David Cameron ran policy decisions by Murdoch before the House of Commons.

We may not be half-way through this thing yet. Other Fleet Street rags likely to be drawn in for similar shady practices. My guess : James Murdoch fears arrest. Could Murdoch Sr be forced down? Photo from Reuters.

Dreamy

This handsome dude Madeleine's dance teacher at her weekly performance class. We chat for a bit about Madeleine and hair gel.

Madeleine performs a series of vignettes culminating in a rousing "Saturday Night Fever" with disco choreography. She points to the invisible disco ball as though she were Travolta himself. The auditorium filled with thrilled parents - our little darlings dancing like adults! - and afterwards awards presented and candy bars handed round. On the way home a grumpy Eitan realises Madeleine wearing his blue blazer and slacks and makes a stink about it until I suggest Madeleine return the suit so I can put him in a tie and take photographs. That shuts him up quickly. Instead the poor boy has an afternoon of chores.

Eitan: "It is so unfair that I always have to do chores."

Me: "If you don't do them, then I do."

Eitan: "What's your point?"

Me: "Look, you can do the backyard. Or I can give you a consequence."

Eitan: "I'll take the consequence."

Me: "Fine. You are now doing the front yard as well."

Me: "Do any other kids in your class do chores?"

Eitan: "No."

Me: "Do any kids on your football team do chores?"

Eitan: "No."

Me: "Are you good at math?"

Eitan:

Me: "Are you one of the best footballers on your team?"

Eitan: "Yeah, so?"

Me: "Two words: Karate Kid."

Eitan: "You are so annoying."

Chelsea Entrainment

Eitan and Joe invited to practice at the Chelsea Training Ground in Surrey (photo from my mobile). The center built by Roman Abramovich for his Blues. Abromavich has already invested >£800 M on the club, so what's another 32 pitches ? It is similar to a five-star hotel only for football. There is the clubhouse and greeting area, spectator stands and towers so Coach can observe or film from above. Timing systems analyse ball speed and sensors pinpoint strikes. The grass like butter. The professional squad has a designated area with own security &c. Eitan contemplates the Great Ones presence nearby.

Eitan and Joe a bit intimidated by it all - here, they wait for the coach and watch the under-12s goof about - so much bigger. So comfortable with each other. Joe's dad notes : "You would think they are going in front of the firing squad."

Once the boys put into squads they settle, with relief, into their warm-ups and drills.

Top Brass

Madeleine performs at the Friday assembly : "When The Saints Come Marching In" and "Curtain Up." Since all trumpateers get their moment we hear the same over and over and .. Our little dear takes control of her instrument and does an admirable job of conveying emotion or, at the least, an explosive sound. She sits next to Albin and Alex and they seem to have a good time.

Eitan: "Your questions are so boring."

Me: "Am I boring or weird ? Usually those things don't go together."

Eitan: "It depends on, like, what time of day."

Me: "I think they balance each other so I am normal. Maybe it is you that is weird."

Eitan: "I am like the most normal one around here."

Me: "Marcus do you think I am weird?"

Madeleine, whispering: "Say 'yes.' "

Marcus: "Yes."

Me: "Well, does your dad embarrass you, too?"

Marcus: "No, not really."

Me: "How about your mom?"

Marcus: "Yeah, she always says stuff that kind of embarrasses me."

Me: "The mother's always do. Does she tell her friends that you have pink pants?"

Eitan, Madeleine: "Dad!"

Me: "Do you have pink pants?"

Marcus: "No, I don't think so."

Madeleine: "You are so weird, Dad."

News Of The World - Gone

Rupert Murdoch during his News of the World takeover bid in the 1960s (Photo by Ted Blackbrow/Daily Mail)

"It is absolutely disgusting what has taken place."

--Prime Minister David Cameron

"Our reputation is more important than the last hundred million dollars."

--Rupert Murdoch

Praise

The Deputy Head Teacher sends us a letter :

"I wanted to write to tell you how thrilled we are with Madeleine's amazing progress in literacy. She showed me a piece of work and I was totally engaged by the level of detail and description. Madeleine should feel very proud of her fantastic achievements. Keep up the good work! Well Done, Miss T"

Sonnet Reclines. On Death

At the airport.

Eitan: "Can you die from laughing?"

Me: "Good way to go."

Eitan: "What if you drowned in chocolate?"

Madeleine: "That's still drowning, Eitan. But you could eat all the chocolate first."

Me: "Then you might explode. That would be a horrible way to die."

Madeleine: "Oh, Dad, you always look at the bad side of everything."

Le Freak, C'est Chic

Chic's '78 single, "Le Freak," marked many's entré into adolescent awkwardness. Mine, anyway. My first glimpse of the album, pictured, was at Longs Pharmacy on Shattuck Avenue in Berkeley, sometime around 6th grade and before Super Tramp's "Breakfast In America" and Diana Ross's "Hot Stuff." Also that year BTW : Pamela Sue Martin's Playboy exposé "Nancy Drew Grows Up" (Martin, recall, played "Nancy Drew" on the "The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries" Sunday evenings). I, Dear Reader, overcame all fears and hustled a copy between the greeting cards to flick the pages. Afterwards, it was a Marathon Bar or Dorito's and swim practice. Or maybe Lawrence Hall of Science to play the earliest computer games. These thoughts flash threw my mind whenever I see restaurant T.G.I. Friday's.

So anyways , "Le Freak" commemorates Studio 54's notoriously long waiting lines, exclusive clientele, and discourteous doormen. The lyrics were originally "Fuck off!" rather than "Freak out!" It was the first song to score the #1 position on the Billboard Hot 100 three separate times.

Mountains

Eitan climbs on rocks in an alpine stream.

Me: "Get out of the river. And I mean now."

Eitan: "Just let me go to to the other side."

Me:"Now. There are consequences coming."

Madeleine: "Can I go?"

Me: "No."

Madeleine: "See! You always let Eitan do everything."

Madeleine: "Dad, do you remember that time Eitan ate my Toblerone and you said he had to get me something?"

Me: "Yes?"

Madeleine: "Well he says he's never going to get me something."

Eitan: "What I said was that I wasn't going to get you something at the airport."

Madeleine: "See, dad, he's never going to get me something."

Eitan: "Yes I am."

Madeleine: "Are not."

Eitan: "Am."

Madeleine: "Not!"

Me: "Before I tell you to knock it off can somebody tell me what you are fighting about?"

Madeleine: "Sheesh, Dad, you don't have to yell."

Eitan, under breath: "He always yells"

Me: "Watch it you are on thin ice."

Madeleine: "Yeah, Dad, and make him buy me something."

Thirty 10

Since Natalie looks, like, 30 I think it Ok to mention her age. In the title. Hope so.

Sonnet and I surrounded by Natalie and Justin's friends who are managers, photographers, investors, athletes, bankers and bon vivants from around the world. 26 children keep us on our toes and while Eitan may be the oldest the real Pied Piper is Justin, who everybody turns to for leadership since, well, he is the former CEO of a major European food services company. His natural abilities get us up and down the mountain sans problem though I do fall over the front wheel of my mountain bike on an off-road blue-trail and glad not to break some bone including my neck. Happily Edwin sees it all go down so my bragging backed up by a credible eye witness though it does limit my story to what actually happened.

Madeleine driving up the windy road to Verbier: "Imagine if these tires had no grip."

Sonnet:

Madeleine: "There's a golf course here."

Me: "Yeah?"

Madeleine: "It's not a very good place for a golf course."

Me: "Why's that?"

Madeleine: "If you hit the ball and it goes too far it will fall all the way down the mountain."

Me: "Good point."

Eitan: "It's not a good place to play basketball either."

Madeleine: "Can I go swimming?"

Me: "Are there any adults at the pool?"

Madeleine: "I don't know."

Me: "Then no."

Madeleine: "See? That's what I mean. You are not a proper dad."

Merci Buckets

Friday Eitan and Madeleine exit school early and we head to Verbier for Natalie's birthday celebration. The kids occupy themselves at the airport accordingly, pictured. Once simply being at the airport enough : the Shakespearse awed by the 747s or anything landing or taking off. And Then there were the conveyor belts. Those were the years when time began to age me.

We arrive in Geneva and Madeleine overhears me speaking French.

Madeleine: "Dad! I didn't know you could speak Swedish!"

Sonnet: "We're in Switzerland, not Sweden."

Madeleine: "Oh, right."

Me: "Can either of you speak any French?"

Madeleine: "No."

Eitan: "Je veux une pomme."

Me: "Don't you guys take french lessons in school?"

Madeleine: "Yeah, so?"

Eitan: "Bonjour monsieur. Ou est the toilette?"

Sonnet: "Les toilettes."

Eitan: "Mer-cee."

Madeleine: "Even Eitan can speak French."

Eitan: "Oui. Merc-cee."

Me:

Eat Cake

Eitan decides to bake one cake a month - pictured, May : double layer yellow cake with strawberry jam and whip cream topping. Being Eitan, he makes a list for each month.

Me: "Ok, Madeleine, it's 9PM. What does that mean?"

Madeleine: "It doesn't make a difference to me."

Me: "Bedtime?"

Madeleine: "Yes. It doesn't make a difference to me."

Me:

Eitan, from the back seat, with Jack, on our way to a football match: "Just don't do anything to embarrass me, Dad."

Me: "Embarrass you? Why would I ever do that?"

Eitan: "Don't do that stretching you always do. Like when you sit down and point your arms out."

Me: "Why do you care?"

Eitan: "Just don't do it."

Me: "I'll do it if I want to."

Eitan: "Dad!"

Jack: "Does your dad always do stuff like that?"

Eitan: "I wish he wasn't my Dad."

Me: "You should be glad that I take care of myself. At least I'm not smoking cigarettes and watching TV."

Eitan: "None of the other dads are, like, lying on the ground and pulling their legs up."

Me: "Sorry, kiddo, you're stuck with me."

Eitan: "And whatever you do, don't speak."

Me: "Don't speak?"

Eitan: "Yes. It is embarrassing."

Me: "Well thank you for the feedback from the peanut gallery."

Eitan: "See?"

Rusty @ Sunset

Me, Dumbo

Eitan: "There are ten sardines left."

Me: "Studying the environment, are we?"

Eitan: "I read so in a book."

Me: "Where did they all go?"

Madeleine: "Sharks."

Eitan: "Pollution and stuff."

Me: "Hey, did you see the school sex-ed video?"

Eitan: "Yeah, so?"

Madeleine: "I saw that in, like, Year Three."

Me: "Well, did you see the stork?"

Eitan: "Stork?"

Me: "Who drops off the baby before flying away."

Eitan: "Yeah, we saw Dumbo too."

Me: "Who's Dumbo?"

Eitan: "The elephant with big ears. The stork delivers him. We saw that."

Me: "Really?"

Madeleine: "So busted, Dad."

Ben & Jonah

I share a private moment with Ben and Jonah before Eric and Simona's wedding. Jonah plays the ukulele.

Eitan's teacher, along with 220,000 other teachers in the UK, will strike tomorrow over pensions.

Eitan: "I am going to see Transformers 3. With Joe and Cyrus."

Madeleine: "What?! That is so unfair!"

Me: "And why are we doing this, may I ask?"

Eitan: "No school, Dad. It is a holiday."

Me: "It is not a holiday. It is a strike."

Madeleine: "Eitan gets to do everything."

Eitan: "I am going to sleep in."

Me: "No, you are not. We agreed that tomorrow is a work day so you are going to work."

Eitan: "What!?"

Me: "Story. Five pages. Before Transformers."

Eitan: "That is so unfair."

Madeleine: "Does he have to do front and back of the page?"

Me: "Before the movie. Or I will call it off."

Eitan:

Madeleine: "Make sure he writes normal, Dad, and no big letters."

Me: "Madeleine you let me worry about this. Do we have a deal or not?"

Eitan, grumbling: "Okay."

Runaway Train

I check out this cool dude at Rotterdam Central on my way to Amsterdam. Above all, I love the trainers.

So .. Greece is do or die today as government confirms further austerity measures in return for more .. debt. That they will never repay. The Greeks, who are a joke, riot but the alternatives unimaginable : cessation of public services, the end of their country. It would likely trigger the end of the euro and maybe the eurozone. Here is how we got here (compiled by wiki) :

The Greek economy was one of the fastest growing in the eurozone during the 2000s; from 2000 to 2007 it grew at an annual rate of 4.2% as foreign capital flooded the country. A strong economy and falling bond yields allowed the government of Greece to run large structural deficits. Large public deficits are one of the features that have marked the Greek social model since the restoration of democracy in 1974. After the removal of the right leaning military junta, the government wanted to bring disenfranchised left leaning portions of the population into the economic mainstream. In order to do so, successive Greek governments have, among other things, run large deficits to finance public sector jobs, pensions, and other social benefits. Since 1993 debt to GDP has remained above 100%.

Initially currency devaluation helped finance the borrowing. After the introduction of the euro in Jan 2001, Greece was, at first, able to borrow due to the lower interest rates government bonds could command. The 2007-08 financial crisis had a particularly large effect on Greece. Two of the country's largest industries are tourism and shipping, and both badly affected by the downturn with revenues falling 15% in 2009.

In 2009, the government revised its deficit from an estimated 6% to 12.7%. In May 2010, the Greek government deficit estimated to be 13.6%, one of the highest in the world relative to GDP. Greek government debt estimated at €216 billion in January 2010. This, mind you, a country of 11 M. Accumulated government debt was forecast to hit 120% of GDP in 2010. The Greek government bond market is reliant on foreign investors, with some estimates suggesting that up to 70% of Greek government bonds are held externally. They're done. Game over.

Estimated tax evasion costs the Greek government over $20 B per year.

So here we are.

Think Bigger, Dude

BT call center.

British Telecom's newest add cajoles us : "Bigger Thinking." (British Telecom = BT = Bigger Thinking. Get it ?) I consider this as I walk through Heathrow - I mean, WTF ? Are any of these slobs flying commericial capable of . . bigger thinking? Most of us getting through the day or, at least, to our terminal. BT informs me usefully: "Beyond the hype. You don't need hype. You need reality." As if.

Meanwhile, I recall financing the Europe's first video-on-demand service in '97 - VideoNetworks - dependent on BT's telecom platform to deliver to households movies, football, porno and whatever. BT did bugger-all to make their network rates viable despite VN increasing traffic, and income, to British Telecom (VideoNetworks went bust). So, today, BT tells me and others : "Beyond efficiency. Beyond Productivity. Beyond customer service." All these things beyond BT for sure.

In Rotterdam for dinner at Amarone, a Michelin star.

Aphrodite

Ticket Bagel

Madeleine at the national Olympics swimming facility in Bath, June 2005.

I finally learn our 2012 Olympic tickets allocation : Men's and women's final football; a football qualifying round and one morning session for swimming. No athletics nor Bolt 100 meters WR. No Phelps vs. Thorp 200-meter freestyle final. Ditto gymnastics and women's volley ball. Still, we are happy given that two-thirds of ticket bidders got a bagel including London Mayor Boris Johnson.

London learned from Athens when many events failed to sell-out embarrassing the host country before a global audience. So... the organisers harnessed the hype by forcing an application period while withholding tickets for later rounds or insiders. In short : over-bidding, frustration and even anger but .. the venues sell out. More galling to us citizens paying for the games : better odds to get tx outside of Britain via resellers. Oh well.

Eitan, doing homework: "Would you say the moon is about the size of Africa?"

Me:

Eitan: "How long do you think it would take me to run around the moon?"

Me: "You mean hypothetically?"

Eitan: "Yeah, whatever, just how long would it take?"

Me: "Well, it depends on the variables."

Eitan:

Me: "Like, how big is the moon? How fast can you run?"

Eitan: "Just guess."

Me: "Not scientific, dude.

Eitan: "It would take a week."

Me: "How did you get to there?"

Eitan: "I estimate that the moon is one-tenth the size of earth. And I can run 6 minute miles."

Me: "No way."

Eitan: "Yes, way. I did that 5-mile race in 38 minutes and there were hills and stuff. I could have easily done 6 minute miles."

Me: "For seven days straight?"

Eitan: "Yeah, but I'm just saying if I ran it at the same pace."

Me: "I can live with that."

White Carpet

Sonnet on the French Riviera.

Madeleine has her sites on a lizard and we discuss the various breeds : chameleons, dragon lizards, geckos . . .. As with all things pets, she usually gets her way BUT before she wins me over I tell her : research. Our dear single-finger types away on the macbook, asking the occasional question ("do you like meal worms or crickets more, Dad?") or stating some fact ("Gecko's live twenty years! We'll be having that for a long time"). Another positive : Madeleine motivated to work the computer; Eitan way ahead on this one.

We attend Sophie's bat mitzvah celebration at the Chiswick yacht club overlooking a full river on a beautiful London evening.

Choices, So Many

Me: "Do you worry about anything?"

Madeleine: "Yeah, sometimes."

Me: "Like what?"

Madeleine: "Like war."

Me: "Really?"

Madeleine: "I worry that England will be at war with some one."

Me: "Let's hope not."

Madeleine: "I worry that a bomb will drop on us every month, every week, every day, every hour, every minute, every second."

Me: "That's a terrible thing for a kid to have to worry about."

Madeleine: "I also worry about secondary school."

Sunday Walk

Sonnet takes Eitan to a swimming gala and Madeleine and I head for Richmond Park.

Me: "What do you think that fence is for?"

Madeleine: "I don't know."

Me: "Probably to keep out the dinosaurs."

Madeleine: "There are no such thing as dinosaurs, Dad. They died a long time ago. Accept for eagles. Eagles are dinosaurs."

Me: "Yeah?"

Madeleine: "Once I saw an eagle on some one's arm and the eagle ripped his arm off."

Me:

Madeleine: "Blood and guts and veins."

Me:

Madeleine: "We've walked four-point-five miles."

Me: "What does the point-five mean?"

Madeleine: "Mean?"

Me: "Like what distance?"

Madeleine: "How should I know?"

Me: "Well, does the point-five equal a fraction?"

Madeleine:

Me: "like one over two, for instance?"

Madeleine: "Or 25 over ten?"

Me: "Okay. So what does one-over-two equal?"

Madeleine: "A quarter? Three fourths ?"

Me: "How about one-half?"

Madeleine: "Sounds good, Dad."

Me: "So how far have we walked if we have walked four-point-five miles?"

Madeleine: "Can we talk about lizards or something?"

Red Tape

Eitan's school has their annual sports-day and the boy runs the long-distance or six times around the green. He wins handily. His team, The Reds, don't fair as well : last place.

Court 1

Sonnet and I watch Sharapova defeat fellow (?) Brit Lisa Robson who enjoys the crowds heart but bows out in two sets. Pictured. Venus Williams dispatches Maria Jose Martinez Sanchez losing two points and Nadal battles Gilles Muller before the rain shuts us down. No complaints though - we see three of the world's best tennis players and perhaps two of all time. Andy Murray on Center Court and the country holds its breath - Fred Perry the last British winner and that was '36.

Art

Madeleine's creation : "It is an ice cream cone. With hair."

Our dear is a creative and her imagination spread across her bedroom - post-card collection, legos in various constructions, a loom (maybe one day I will get my scarf), trumpet . . . bugs (in jar), microscope, dinosaurs, a fish (named "Stig"), Harry Potters, mound of stuffed animals, a few marbles and the hamster. Sonnet grinds. Once a month or so, Sonnet clandestinely fills a large black garbage bag to its top and sneaks away to the dump. It is not fair, no doubt, but usually the crapola not missed. And we can open the door to her room.

A Shot Of A Shot

Another action shot from Eric and Simona's wedding, this time by the official photographer. Notable #1: Eric remarkably calm given ceremony inside an hour. Notable #2: I am going bald. No denying my mother's father's hairline.

Antiquities

This Greek eroticism from about 400 BC : a nympth pulls her charge inward; he resists and so a roll-reversal : usually (always?) the male the agressor. But a closer look finds the temptress has a .. penis. A hermaphrodite. The sculpture believed risquee and mothballed for >100 years until '09 - it is one of my favorites.

So Greece wins consent from international lenders and the bail out is "on." Not surprisingly, since the country has little chance of avoiding default, German bonds slump. This one not going away dude but, at least, the bankers have a year or so to figure out the mess.

Alte Nationalgalerie

I visit the Old National Gallery on Berlin's "Museum Island" and see this beautiful fresco.

I am in the German capital for an investor AGM including a boat ride up the river Spree to the Federal Chancellery where I meet the Minister of State, Eckart von Klaeden. Interesting moment, to, given Greece - fair to say the Germans think the Greeks a bunch of lazy welfare whores. And so they are but then again : GD benefits hugely from the Eurozone and its low interest rates+stable currency as the world's 2nd largest exporter after China and before the US of A. One guy tells Eckert : "they don't deserve our money." Dude doesn't realise this not the issue.

If we fail the Greeks , Europe risks a run on Spain, Italy and Ireland so the collapse of the Euro and disintegration of the union followed by a global recession. And the US? Like AIG, US banks own credit-default swaps, or insurance to owners of Greek sovereign debt, which could create trillions of immediate liabilities. The Greeks will never repay their obligations BTW so the proposed €110 B loan package a stall so the bankers can get their house of cards in order. Greece, which is less than 2% of the European economy, has strong negotiating poker hand.

Madeleine: "What would you prefer? That I have a lizard or a bunny?"

Me: "We are not getting a lizard."

Trio

My wise friend Xavier notes the importance of a "strong woman" in a partnership. I am blessed , having married one, and surrounded by others, like Ada and Mary - pictured. Ada Israeli (married to Shai) and her PhD on playwright Henrik Ibsen. Mary a Director at Thompson Reuters, one of the world's largest media and information companies.

In my industry, private equity, I would guess that <20% Senior Officers or partners female which, as Katie says, "excludes half the smartest minds." When I began my career at First Boston half the Analysts women while I could count on two hands the number of female Managing Directors (fewer black). Pyramid not working, dude. Mary tells me that Boston Consulting, the top strategic consulting firm, has 600 partners of which 25 women; some web research show 33% of the 4,300 consultants female. Columbia Business School's student body aprox. 30% women which is one of the highest ratios for an elite business school.

Hope changed when Madeleine hits the work force.

@ 44

If 44 not middle-age, I don't know what is. I am probably a few years beyond the center point but why be exact? And any ways : life repeats itself, you just don't know it until you reach 40. So, feeling a bit blue about it all as I usually do on my birthday, I come home to find Sonnet making dinner and Madeleine a birthday cake, which she hides in the refrigerator (she: "whatever you do, Dad, do not open the 'fridge.") She also gift-wraps (w/ an A4 sheet) a chocolate bar and a pair of Daffy Duck socks (today: "What socks are you wearing?") . Eitan gives me a birthday hug and Rusty jumps all over me. Industry Ventures receives its final commitment on Fund VI, which happens to be one of my guys, and the partnership closes. We watch Wimbledon (Murray wins!) then The Wire and to bed. In all, a nice day.

Thank you, everybody, for your emails, cards and etc's!

Me: "How old am I."

Madeleine: "44."

Me: "How old do I look?"

Madeleine: "How should I know? You're an adult."

Miss US of A, Y'All!

Finally! Some good news from California! Our very own 21-year-old auburn-haired gal wins the Miss USA crown on Sunday night and will represent The Nation in the Miss Universe pageant later this year in Brazil! Our darling from El Lay topped a field of 51 beauties to take the TITLE at the Planet Hollywood Resort & Casino on the Las Vegas Strip! She strutted across the stage in a blue bikini with white polka dots and a dark turquoise evening gown with beading on its top! Her interests are history and the British monarchy! California is back, y'all!

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