Post Practice

I pick up Madeleine from swim practise, pictured, while Eitan jumps in for his two hour work out. It is all about the logistics : Madeleine and Zara get a ride to the pool from Zara's au pair; an hour later, Eitan and I pick up Georgia (Zara's sister) and I drop them off while collecting Madeleine and Zara for their return home. Thalia (Georgia's mom) picks up Georgia and Eitan after their session finished.

Sonnet: "Has anybody fed the dog?"
Me: "No. Madeleine feed the dog."
Madeleine: "Why should I do that?"
Me: "Feed the dog and I will give you the thing I got you in Paris."
Madeleine: "Are you lying?"
Me: "No."
Madeleine: "So you are not  lying?"
Me: "No I am not lying."
Madeleine: "So this is not a gamble?"
Me:
Sonnet: "Good word."

Blue

Me: "What's in your pocket?"
Madeleine: "Um, nothing."
Me: "Come on, let me see it."
Madeleine: "It's nothing . . "
Me: "Out, please."
Madeleine pulls a roll of "Butter Candies" from her pocket: "I wasn't going to show you because it was a surprise."
Me: "Oh, really now?"
Madeleine: "Yes, Dad. I was going to surprise you with a gift."
Me: "Do you think I was born yesterday?"

Later. Me: "What's in your mouth?"
Madeleine: "Mffmmm."
Me: "You have a Butter Candy in your mouth. You are so busted."
Madeleine:  "I wasn't trying to hide it or anything."
Me: "Oh?"
Madeleine: "You never believe me when I tell you anything."
Me: "I always believe you, just not everything you tell me."
Madeleine: "What's that supposed to mean?"
Me: "Spit it out please."
Madeleine: "You are so mean."

Place de la Concorde

Out of picture: the crescent moon+Venus and Mercury - the only lights in a sky otherwise drowned out by Paris.

Girlz

Madeleine and I contemplate the future , which is in our face at the Kingston mall.

And some food for thought : The number of teenagers living in Britain will decline by 10% over the next decade. By 2017 there will 4.9million of them, down from 5.4M today, according to the Office of National Statistics.  The fall due to the so-called 'baby slump' which occurred from the 1970s , when women began having far fewer children (and far more fun).  Compared with the baby boom of the 1960s, birth-rates have steadily fallen thanks to the pill and family planning.  This impacts everything from education to retail.  Sonnet and I are happy to make a contribution.

When the Shakespeares younger, I had them evenly scared of teen-agers : "Look!" I would say. "Teen-agers in their natural habitat. Smoking cigarettes and holding hands."  We would peek through the curtains and thank goodness we did not have them in our house. This about the time I told Eitan and Madeleine that , when a fellow falls in love , his hands turn sweaty, he cannot think straight, and he starts babbling like an idiot .  Both kids horrified by the prospect of love : they, then, ensemble : "La la lala la la la la llllaaaa."

Shop 'Til U Drop

Madeleine and I have a day together which means, after the dog-walk, I am pre-occupied with the wi-fi and other home-tech CRAP that I would rather NOT be doing on the NICEST day of the year so far.  At noon I give up on the Edimax range extender to wash the conservatory windows and lay chores on the Shakespeares.  So far, it's bleak. Sonnet escapes to the V and A to process an acquisition : "lots of random little things" (she tells me now).

The afternoon turns for the better, as it always does on a Saturday in spring, and I take Eitan to Nadine and Kate's joint-birthday party at Kingston bowling. Post drop, Madeleine and I shop for Uncle Marcus' April wedding. We start at the old stalwart Marks & Spencer which is, like, endless Dockers. We then hit the High Street : Gap, Northface, Apple .. I suggest green trousers ("No way Dad! Mom would kill me") and here we are at Uniqlo for Dad, who flirts with the cashier with a nice smile, red-dyed hair and a dinosaur tattoo on her arm that looks like the Loch Ness monster ("I also have one on my ankle and other places" she tells me - "other places" left unsaid)

The great thing about shopping with  Madeleine is that she shops for boy clothes. We aim for the same stores. She has terrific style, too, and, on her recommendation, I get a new pair of trainers. Sweet.

Any Given Morning

Emily

Emily, pictured, is in Eitan's class and the smartest kid in her year. She might be the smartest 6th grader I have ever met.  Emily accepted to every secondary school she applied to and will attend Lady Eleanor Holles, which is next to the Hampton School so she and Eitan will take the coach together. I tell her "no funny business" which makes her squirm, poor dear.

Madeleine has Zac over for a play date. They do what all boys love to do : try to catch frogs in the backyard pond, have a water-fight and, now, they are at Helen and Martin's jumping on the trampoline.

V. Collis

Eitan's primary plays Collis on the home pitch in the borough school semi-finals. We lose 7-3 to a superior team.  Coach hoping we would meet Collis in the finals as SM the second best team in Richmond.

Eitan, this morning: "It smells like America."
Me: "What does that mean?"
Eitan: "I don't know. It just does."

Mal Boeuf

God bless McDonald's.  God bless America. 

Last year, McDonald's had its strongest comparable store sales in the US since '06 and it plans to invest $2.9 billion in 2012 to open another 1,300 stores including 250 across Europe and France.  This data remarkable when once considers 2004 : Jim Cantalupo, the CEO, died of a heart attack 16 months in the job. Seven months later, his successor, Charlie Bell diagnosed with cancer and resigned. Then there was the film Super Size Me which showed the dire effects of eating at, well, McDonald's.

Super Size probably the best thing to happen to McDonald's, which went into overdrive to upgrade the quality of the dining experience, including the food, while bringing "value-meals" to recession-hit eaters : it introduced a dollar-menu.   The combination a winner, too, and the 33,510 restaurants made $27 billion of turnover in 2011, up from $19 billion in 2004 (Burger King, by comparison, was $2.3B in 2011 and $1.8B in 2004). In February, McDonald's had its 106th consecutive moth of positive same-store sales growth in the USA.

Of course McD's success comes at a cost: obesity rates for children and Hispanics, where McDonald's focuses its marketing, have risen disproportionately since '06 according to Corporate Accountability Intl. Photo from the www.

"When your stores are generating that much money, the question is how do you keep growing?"
--Draren Tristano, restaurant consulting firm Technomic

Self Portrait XXIV

Madeleine: "There's a kid in our class. And he had a heart operation. And they sowed his heart together with cow skin."
Me: "Oh?"
Madeleine: "I think so."
Me: "There are a lot of people who need hearts, you know.  For an operation."
Madeleine: "Do you mean if you are, like, 70, and going to die in three weeks, they can take your heart?"
Me: "I think doctors are more interested in younger donors.  Did you know that I am a heart donor? "
Madeleine: "Really?"
Me: "Yes. I filled out the donor papers so, if I die, and somebody needs my heart, they can take it."
Madeleine: "What do you mean?"
Me: "Well, assume that I am at an intersection waiting to cross the street and a helicoptor comes landing down and - whack! - one of the blades lops off my skull and my brains spill out."
Madeleiene: "That would never happen, Dad."
Me: "I'm just saying. So, there I am, brains and blood everywhere, so the ambulance arrives and cuts out my heart."
Madeleine: "Would they really do that?"
Me: "Yep."
Madeleine: "Even if you are still alive?"
Me: "Of course not. That's why they have a mallet. Every ambulance has one, you know."
Madeleine: "Now I know you are joking."
Me: "No, way. You have to be dead if they are going to take your heart. So they wack your head a couple times with the mallet. To make sure you are dead."
Madeleine: "Could they get in trouble? I mean, if you are still alive?"
Me: "Only if there is a law suit.  When the lawyers get involved there is always trouble."
Madeleine: "Can helicopters really land in the street ?"

Shard

The Shard nearly complete. Omnipresent.

I am at the far edge of the City for a meeting with an asset manager who may sell us some venture assets cheap. The 12th floor view uninterrupted five-miles to Canary Wharf on the Isle of Dogs and the Olympic Development Center in northeast London.  This area got shallacked by the Germans, aiming for the docks, during the Second World War; afterwards, it became a wasteland, deprived of transportation links and home to new ethnic arrivals looking to build a new life for their families. Now, areas like Shoreditch and Hockney, have become la mode complete with gays and dance clubs and trendy restaurants .. . bowling lanes.  A vibrant start-up tech community has grown from the area's dot-com 'new media' roots and Google opened up a tech centre in 'Silicon Roundabout' near  Old Street just last week.

Overheard between two schleppers in the City:  
"I've got a bit of an interesting day today. I'm going to prepare a 'what if' scenario and the Big Boss isn't going to like it."

The Real Mitt Romney

Kreos

My friends from Industry Ventures in town for Kreos Ventures AGM - Kreos is a venture-debt firm that is now a "growth debt to high-growth companies" since nobody in Europe wants to invest in European venture anymore.  The keynote given by an older dude that I have known for some time whose presentation a bunch of cartoons describing how terrible private equity is , which manages to bore and insult everybody at the same time - no small feat. He  manages assets for wealthy individuals and families and, if he took questions, I would ask : why are you here ?

Otherwise it is a happy gathering at Sommerset House overlooking the Thames on a gorgeous early-spring morning, everything shiny.  This is one of my favorite places in London.  Sommerset House once home to the Admiralty (Churchill) and the Inland Revenue and Registrar offices before somebody realised the building too beautiful for admin.  The Courdault Art Institute here, too, which brought Sonnet and us to London, and home of one of the most efficient collections of impressionist paintings anywhere : Modigliani, Monet, Manet, Gaugin, Pissaro, van Gogh, Sauret , Degas .. .  today I see an exhibition of neo-platicists Piet Mondrian and Ben Nicholson : only 20 paintings in two galleries but, oh, so perfect to capture them at their creative peak during the Second World War.

At Kreos I bump into George, an investor in Ezoka, and we catch up on old times and people. George founded Intel Capital then opened Benchmark's European offices when I met him.  Today he invests in clean energy on behalf of Europe's largest family.  Back in the heady false dawn of the Internet, George and I drank martinis at Dukes, out to conquer the world.

Rusty At Work

I take the pooch to work. Rusty generally pretty good, too, mostly keeping to himself and not jumping on the tenants. We usually go for a lunch-time run along the Thames : good for the dog, good for me.  I begin southside - there is a well-used towpath - by Barnes , then St Paul's and the Hammersmith Bridge, my favourite, which I cross and return north side for a five-mile loop. Rusty off-lead for a third of the time which gives him a chance to chase squirrels. Now he naps.

San Fran - Madeleine Dishes

San Francisco - fog free! - from an oblique-angle in 2004.  Image from the Space Imaging and NASA Earth Observatory.

Madeleine refuses to finish dinner and so we stair at each other across the table.  No desert, Sonnet-made chocolate chip cookies+vanilla ice cream, unless she eats her rice and chick peas (she glares at me).  I helpfully remind the girl that she had plenty of room for the ice cream truck (she uses her fork to spread some chicken across her plate).  Lying back in her chair, big sigh : "I'm done." When this don't fly it's both elbows on table and the scratch of cutlery on plate. Poke, poke, poke.  "You know, Dad, you always spend time on your computer and never with us" but I know her game: she aims to distract from the subject-to-hand. "Are you going to make me eat the bones or what?" Finally, I compromise: three bites but I am the judge re size. She measures each to the acceptable limit, Dear Reader, and quickly fills her mouth before I require more. Then bolts.

"As The Mugger Strikes"

Me, at a payphone outside 552 Riverside Drive, the day I move into the apartment I will soon share with Sonnet, our first together+Dominique the cat.  Sonnet relocates to New York that winter so we are not apart while I am at Columbia Business School.  Photo taken by Adam August 28, 1995.

Me: "Don't you feel great after swimming practise?"
Madeleine: "Yeah. I am going to have a nap."
Me: "You know, another thing - exercise makes you smarter."
Madeleine: "Really?"
Me: "What happens when you swim?"
Madeleine: "You get stronger? You get in shape?"
Me: "Yes, but what does your heart do?"
Madeleine: "It beats really fast."
Me: "And what does it pump?"
Madeleine: "Blood."
Me: "And what's in the blood?"
Madeleine: "Oxygen."
Me: "And where does it go?"
Madeleine: "Your brain?"
Me: "Excellent. So your brain gets more oxygen, which helps you learn stuff."
Madeleine: "Did you know that you can eat brains? It does not even upset your stomach."
Me: "Good to know, thanks dear."

Swing

Ga Ga

Madeleine lip-syncs "Alejandro" by Lady Gaga at her drama class finale. The kids break into dance.  Sonnet: "We are so watching Fame tonight."

Olympic Poem

Somewhere in the background, occupying .05% of my attention, is the London schools poem competition.  The theme: the Olympics, of course, since we are now 132 days from the Summer Games.  Eitan's poem chosen for the school final, which he recites, from memory, in front of 350 kids and three judges. He is runner-up to Luke and both boys will compete city-wide schools competition. Here is his poem:

"The Olympic torch winks cheekily
Starting an emotional fortnight
Joy, grief, jealousy
competition at its height

"A swimming pool glints its perfect white teeth
Daring the swimmer to dive
Water cloaks him in a shroud of cold
He has never felt more alive

"The boxing ring beckons
The fighting starts
Life sapped faces loom
Just one more punch is all it takes
Someone will give in soon

"The podium waits
The first place spot stands
Above second and third
The medal is placed
Round the winner's neck
Through tears his vision is blurred"


Eitan and I walk Rusty.  Ahead of us : four 12-year olds in their afternoon tennis skirts. Eitan and I cross the street.

Madeleine: "Eitan's poem was so cool."
Me: "Yeah?"
Madeleine: "He read it in front of the entire school."
Me: "So you saw him?"
Madeleine: "Yep."
Me: "You must have been pretty proud of your brother."
Madeleine: "Yeah."

Temptation