Queenies

Conrad's Soho neighbors this morning following a night of partying. They look in pretty good shape, too. Conrad and I shared a book club for seven or eight years (my interest fallen as I always felt like the dumb American. Maybe I am the dumb American). Conrad a strategy consultant (MBA from Wharton) and an inerior designer.

Dog Run

Easy material, "Rusty." The dog now sits, lies, waits and follows on command. All for a dog treat. His favorite 30 seconds is, and by far, meal-time, which he enjoys three-times a day. "Rusty" puts his full head into the dish and hoovers away. I scratch him behind an ear which gets a hind leg thumping; Madeleine curls up with the dog. Even Sonnet being won over slowly - she comments on "Rusty's" oversize paws which he has yet to grow into. This morning Eitan and I take the dog to the park and let him run around while Eitan works on his ball skills. It is foggy and soon "Rusty" gone and I spend five minutes searching for him before he turns up across the street in the hands of a nice construction guy who pulls his car over to ensure "Rusty" unhurt.

That Hair - Baby P

I tell Eitan he could be in a rock band. He smirks. His hair like the sixth member of the family (including "Rusty"). I join his class for the first time in a few years - in fact, not since I delivered a story about "Kit Kat Cowboy" and Eitan covered his eyes for 20 minutes. It was unnerving. This morning he protests and I take the bait: no embarrassement from me, no Sir (as I drop my trousers and show my stripy pants).

After passing school security (from today I am undergoing a background check by the Criminal Records Bureau as a matter of course for being in the classroom. This procedure new. Britain taking child protection seriously following "Baby P.") I join Mr B to find the classroom joyous. Michael Jackson's "Thriller" in the background and the children singing. The sun shines through the window as I listen to little people laughing and chattering like something from Roger & Hammerstein. Mr B puts me to work filing papers then making black stars and white planets from construction papers - the solar system under investigation. Did you know that Neptune takes 164 earth years to travel around the sun? I didn't. (Note Eitan's shirt sprinkled with stars - "Mufti Day" dude). The kids well behaved (I think of "Rusty" - anybody can be trained) and one friendly gal takes the stage to present her "soap box" about a recent visit to Egypt. Captivating, too. Eitan able to contribute that King Tut's early demise most likely from undernourishment and a few violent bone-breaks which he describes with relish. His knowledge from the Denver Museum. I make a point of not noticing the boy though I am aware he is sensitive to my every movement.

The music and singing btw practice for the O2 center where the kids will perform over the holiday break.

Peter Connelly ("Baby P") was an English 17-month old boy who died in London after suffering more than 50 injuries over an eight-month period, during which he was repeatedly seen by Haringey Children's services and NHS health professionals. The case caused public shock partly because of the magnitude of Peter's injuries and partly because Peter had lived in the London Borough of Haringey, North London, under the same child care authorities that had already failed ten years earlier in the case of Victoria Climbié. A public enquiry resulted in measures to prevent similar cases happening. Peter's mother, Tracey Connelly, her boyfriend, Steven Barker, and Jason Owe were convicted of causing or allowing the death of a child, the mother having pleaded guilty to the charge.

Royal Engagement

After nine years, Prince William no dummy. His marriage proposal to Kate Middleton follows ups and downs which have occupied the country and keep Fleet Street humming. God bless. The engagement in a nick of time, too, what with this horrible recession. Entertainment=religion. William does not disappoint either slipping his mother's engagement band on Kate's finger, noting Di won't miss a bit of the action. I feel Di's ever-loving presence upon them smiling her approval and making us all feel special somehow. It is easy to be cynical about these things when divorces and pre-nups the accepted norm in our Western World. There are similarities, too, between Kate and Di : both "common", ie, no Royal pedigree; each tall and beautiful. They have great style and enviable hair. Di 20 when she married Prince Charles and the media exposure killed her. Kate, on the other hand, knows the score and plays it like a pro. Since '07 Kate's privacy respected by the paps whom, she notes, a reason for her break-up with Wills last time. If today's headlines any indication, this will be one of the world's most visible events ever. Game on.

Sonnet and I have dinner with Simon and Diana at a favorite place, the River Café. The restaurant owned and run by renown chef Ruth Rogers and until early 2010, Rose Gray. The R-C earned its first Michelin Star in '88 and Sonnet and I dined here first time in '97. Not easy to find either : the restaurant next to various council estates and converted warehouse blocks on the northside of the Thames in Hammersmith not too far from the Hammersmith Bridge. Chefs who have trained at R-C include Sam and Sam Clark of Moro, Ed Baines of Randall & Aubin, April Bloomfield of the Spotted Pig (in New York) and celebrity chefs Jamie Oliver, Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall and Tobie Puttock. The architectural design, by Stuart Forbes Associates and Sir Richard Rogers, simple, industrial and clean - at its opening this style years ahead of the nouveau blather now common in modern financial centers. Simon suggests the grouse, a seasonal game bird available for two months in late autumn, and it is amazing.

We met Simon and Diana at a Bat Mitzvah - Simon a venture capitalist and Diana a writer with a weekly food column for the LA Times before she moved to London. She raised a substantial amount of support for President Obama's '08 election, and we love hearing her and Simon's inside views on various affairs. Like Bush rushing his book "Decision Points" before Cheney comes out with his auto-biography which skewers el Presidente. Could be nasty. The kids home with "Rusty" and Aneta.

Photo by the paps in Ibiza.

"Religion is the opium of the people."

--Karl Marx

L'Equipe Suisse

Geneve Natation 1885, pictured, in 1982 or '83. I trained with this group during my year in Switzerland. Coach Tony Ulrich, in slacks, took an interest in me and, with my parents, made it possible : Tony sorted an exchange family and then again mid-way through the year when Claude turned out to be a dud and returned to his mommy midway through the year. Tony often picked me up at my host parent's flat or the train station for dark morning practices. Asst Ralph, on the far-left, not a great coach but enthusiastic - we travelled Israel for a month for training sessions and competitions. I stayed on a kibbutz and ate cucumbers and lettuce for breakfast. I saw the dome of rock and wailing wall; Jerusalem's Arab markets and where Jesus walked on water. We visited Masada and the Dead Sea and I touched Jordan.

GN composed of a small group of distance swimmers but mostly staffed with middle-distance experts and sprinters. World Record holder Dana Halsell for instance (third from right). Etienne Dagon, holding the trophy, won Switzerland's first swimming medal in an Olympics - a bronze in '84 in the 200-meter breast stroke, clocking 2:18. Etienne old for a swimmer - 24 then - and dating a 14-year old on the team. Ah Europe. Behind him the Jacot brothers who helped set the Swiss 4X100 freestyle relay record. Theophile David (behind Etienne, chiseled jaw) a 2:02 200-meter butterflier and awesome physical specimen - tall and handsome - he anchored his huge hands at the top of the stroke while his body rolled over and forward. Slow, powerful, graceful. Theo a finalist at the '83 European Championships and ranked #8th in the world but did not register at Los Angeles. Theo having an affair with my host-sister, age 16.

I was in Geneva a couple years ago and swam some laps at the 50-meter grand basin. I looked for Tony but he was no longer there.

Boiler Trouble

As our boiler out and no heat, we take comfort as we can - pictured. Some mornings, like this morning, we can see our breath. In the kitchen. When our plumber installed the radiators he failed to evacuate an air pocket so the pump blades spun in air (instead of water) and overheated. If not for the pressure discharge trip, the sucker would have blown. Do not mess around with a boiler. We now discuss whether his shoddy practices or an old boiler the root of the breakdown. The work-around not cheap. Sonnet buys ten "space heaters" and for Aneta (so miserable at one point I think she might move to the train station for warmth) an electric blanket. The kids have double comforters and Sonnet and I each other. I would like to suggest there is a sense of war-like bunkering-down and family bonding but mostly everybody cranky. We hope to have the problem fixed by Christmas. Suggestion to parents : bring warm clothes for the holidays.

Eitan: "We're learning about idioms in school"

Me: "Yes?"

Eitan: "Like 'don't teach grannie to suck eggs.'"

Me:

Eitan: "That's an idiom."

Me: "Don't you mean 'don't teach grannie to boil an egg?'"

Eitan: "No. I mean 'suck eggs.' That's what they told us in school."

Eitan: "I once fed a pigeon bread with tabasco."

Madeleine: "You said mustard."

Eitan: "Did not. I said tabasco."

Me: "Sounds like your story growing mister."

Eitan:

Madeleine: "Busted."

Hookie

Madeleine not feeling well so I ditch work and she plays hookie. We go to IKEA, pictured, and I tell her that if we are stopped by a truant officer she should tell him she's a run-away. Since today one of those cold, grey Mondays it is quite appropriate to be at an enormous shopping center in Wembley buying .. home goods. I get fired up over a cup of coffee for kitchen towels and other crapola. We are here to buy "Rusty" a dog bed but walk away with a lot of stuff excluding a dog bed. Madeleine tags along dutifully and we practice her maths and spelling. She seems to be feeling much better and watches "Harry P" as I blog.

Carshalton And Shane

Eitan, Wills and I drive to Merton to play the Carshalton Dragons. It is cold and damp and we sidliners warm ourselves with white coffee, two sugars. I'm told the largest council estate in Europe just around the corner. I go for a run to get the cold out and return by kick-off. KPR never trail in a 3-2 win. Eitan sets up two goals with cross-passes and scores the winner himself (the boys talk non-stop football in the back seat on the way home).

I arrive at 45 to find two plumbers, Jeff and Shane, in our kitchen examining the boiler which blew out couple weeks ago. Yes, no heat. The contractor, who put in our new radiators, wants a second opinion and Shane the independent third party (who we pay). I won't bore you. Shane a pretty cool guy who was a professional skate-boarder for 14 years before joining British Gas and then going solo. He laments being paid "peanuts" by his sponsors - now these kids make millions. Shane has been to Northern California for the World Skateboard Championship in '86 and was, according to him, ranked top two or three in the world. Here he is, below - a multi-talented dude.

Chess And Haitian Love Songs

This brother plays chess. We check him out on Broadway - and a very intense game too. The opponents bang down the time-clock and stair each other down. Make. Your. Move. Katie has to dash back to her apartment to pick up her bag before a train to Philadelphia and I spend the next two hours reading before a taxi to the airport notable as the driver from Haiti and we have an unusual conversation in French covering Haiti's suffering (his family there) and driving a taxi ("it could be worse"). He works 16-17 hours a day, seven days a week he tells me. We listen to French songs on the radio and he sings along - and shakes my hand twice at the Newark Airport, where he drops me off.

Upper West Side Divine

Katie and I trip around the Upper West Side first checking out the St John the Divine cathedral at 1047 Amsterdam Ave also known as 113th street. The last time I was here was at some Midnight mass in business school. Or it may have been to watch Nosferatu on a makeshift screen on Hallowe'en, also at Midnight. That was cool.

The cathedral disputes with Liverpool Anglican Cathedral the title of largest Cathedral and Anglican church and fourth largest Christian church in the world. The inside covers 121,000 square feet, spanning a length of 601 ft and height 232 ft. The inside height of the nave is 124 ft. Since it took, like, forever to complete her nickname became St. John the Unfinished.The cathedral, designed in 1888 and begun in 1892, has undergone radical stylistic changes and the interruption of the two World Wars. Originally designed as Byzantine-Romanesque, the plan was changed after 1909 to a Gothic design. After a large fire on December 18, 2001, it was closed for repairs and reopened in November 2008. It remains unfinished, with construction and restoration a continuing process. (Source: Cathedral Church of St John the Divine).

In 2003, the cathedral was designated a landmark by the New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission; however the designation unanimously overturned by the New York City Council, some of whose members favored landmark status for the cathedral's entire footprint, rather than just the building. And here we are now, no landmark.

“Greater love hath no man than to attend the Episcopal Church with his wife.”

--Lyndon B. Johnson

Lincoln Center

New York's temp perfect for a stroll along Broadway before my meeting at 1 CPW. The last time I was inside Lincoln was with the NYC Ballet when Stan and Silver treated us and Katie to a special evening while I in graduate school. I was at a stag party in Philadelphia (Filth-adelphia) the night before. Quite a contrast that.

Since it is Thursday cocktail hour people festive and the vibe easy. There are the usual suits and blondes but also an elderly couple - he with hat a cane, she with Hermes bag. A group of school boys joke and rough house with white shirts untucked and ties loose. Taxis race by. Cars honk. A cop looks bored and restaurants still empty. New York still has movie theatres and I pass old favorite : the Lincoln Plaza Cinema (now showing: 'Client 9: The Rise and Fall of Eliot Spi' and 'The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets' Nest'). I saw a lot of foreign films here, by myself, on Sunday afternoons. It is hard to be Serious when one is 23 no matter what one thinks of one's self at this age.

And here is Lincoln Center: A consortium of civic leaders and others led by, and under the initiative of John D. Rockefeller III, built Lincoln Center as part of the "Lincoln Square Renewal Project" during Robert Moses's program of urban renewal in the 1950s and 1960s. Seventeen blocks of ethnic tenement neighborhoods were demolished through eminent domain, forcing out 7,000 families. Respected architects were contacted to design the major buildings on the site, and over the next thirty years the previously blighted area around Lincoln Center became a new cultural hub. Rockefeller was Lincoln Center's inaugural president from 1956 and became its chairman in 1961. He is credited with raising more than half of the $184.5 million in private funds needed to build the complex, including drawing on his own funds; the Rockefeller Brothers Fund also contributed to the project.[1]Avery Fisher Hall, home of the New York Philharmonic in Lincoln Center.The David H. Koch Theater at Lincoln Center, home of the New York City Operaand New York City Ballet.The first structure to be completed and occupied as part of this renewal was the Fordham Law School of Fordham University in 1962.

Located between Columbus and Amsterdam Avenues, from West 60th to West 66th Street on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, the Lincoln Center complex was the first gathering of major cultural institutions into a centralized location in an American city. Lincoln Center cultural institutions also make use of facilities located away from the main campus. In 2004 Lincoln Center was expanded through the addition of Jazz at Lincoln Center's newly built facilities (Frederick P. Rose Hall) at the new Time Warner Center, located a few blocks to the south. In March 2006 Lincoln Center launched construction on a major redevelopment plan that will modernize, renovate, and open up the Lincoln Center campus in time for its 50th anniversary celebration in 2009. In March 2006, Lincoln Center launched the 65th Street Project—part of a major redevelopment plan continuing through 2010—to create a new pedestrian promenade designed to improve accessibility and the aesthetics of that area of the campus. Subsequent projects were added which addressed improvements to the main plazas and Columbus Avenue Grand Entrance. Under the direction of the Lincoln Center Development Project, Inc. Diller Scofidio + Renfro in association with FXFOWLE Architects and Beyer Blinder Belle Architects provided the design services.

Sources: Rockefeller Philanthropy and Wiki

The People's Palace

I fly into Heathrow and drive like mad to join Nat, Justin, Dafna and Charles and Sonnet for LCD Soundsystem and Hot Chip - Christian, you get hug props. The concert at Alexandra Palace in N22 on Muswell Hill, which I know of but never here before. There are panaramic views of London. This city sprawls man.

First opened as “The People’s Palace” in 1873, Alexandra Palace gave the Victorians a great to party. But, alas : sixteen days after it’s opening, the Palace, which had already attracted over 120,000 visitors, was destroyed by a fire in the dome. On 1st May 1875, less than 2 years after the destruction of the original building, a new Palace opened. Covering 7 acres, it was centred on the Great Hall (where we are here) home to the mighty Willis Organ which was driven by two steam engines and vast bellows. After financial problems, an Act of Parliament in 1900 created the Alexandra Palace and Park Trust. The Act required the Trustees to maintain the Palace and Park and make them “available for the free use and recreation of the public forever”. In 1935, the BBC leased the eastern part of the building from which the first public television transmissions were made in 1936. Alexandra Palace was the main transmitting centre for the BBC until 1956, when it was used exclusively for news broadcasts. Six months after the transfer of trusteeship to Haringey Council, on 10th July 1980, the Palace caught fire for the second time. An area comprising the Great Hall, Banqueting Suite, and former roller rink together with the theatre dressing rooms was completely destroyed. Only Palm Court and the area occupied by the BBC escaped damage. Development and restoration work began soon after and the Palace was re-opened on 17th March 1988. Today it continues as a Charitable Trust. (source: A P website)

LCD Soundsystem amazing - techno disco, pulsating and intelligent. The crowd young and dedicated - they know the lyrics and bounce. No standing around, beer in one hand, other in pocket. The light show zany and takes the noise to another level. A highlight occurs about the middle when a silver disco ball lowered from above and rests for about a moment, speaking to us somehow, before hit by light which refracts and dazzles across the auditorium. I buzz afterwards which turns into a mild ringing the next morning as I head back to the airport.

"Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
Say it, say it, say it, say it, say it, say it, say it now

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
Say it, say it, say it, say it, say it, say it, say it now

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now"

--Hot Chip, 'Ready For The Floor"

Self Portrait XIX - Mean Reds

At a museum. Katie asks me since when I have become a ham ? and I do not recall. Am I? I know my father a wise-crack when he was younger, which I see more of today than before. I like this about him. I think of a b&w photo at a family Sedar in St Louis where Moe, age 11 maybe, reading and my grandmother Eve laughing; my grandfather looks on approvingly. Eve has her hand on my father's arm indicating "enough !" but her expression the opposite. I lost my humour during those NY post-college gallow years but maybe it comes back now. I am happy, at least, that my sister thinks I am amusing.

This week sees me in Paris, Munich and New York. I hope this will be the end of the travel for some spell. Madeleine blue Wednesday morning and asks me to walk her to school (which otherwise is with our au pair Aneta; Eitan to school by himself. Proudly). Unfortunately I am to the airport and Sonnet has a full day of meetings .. Madeleine tired (a "Rusty" training class keeps her up the night before) and it is raining. Bunk. Sonnet makes a quick call and takes our girl to school stopping at the Victoria for a hot chocolate. We agree : more sleep needed. I remember the same feelings from sixth or seventh grade and was fortunate that Grace always available no matter what she was otherwise doing. I hope Sonnet and I can be the same for Madeleine. As my friend Joe says : "The bigger the kid, the bigger the problem" (Joe's children 26). I don't think Madeleine's sadness a problem but I appreciate Joe's wisdom.

Holly Golightly: "You know those days when you get the mean reds?"
Paul Varjak: "The mean reds, you mean like the blues?"
Holly Golightly: "No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling? "
Paul Varjak: "Sure."
Holly Golightly: "Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name! "

Victory. Sweet Victory

Letter To The PTA and the School Head Teacher

Dear Meat Brigade:

Thank you for your time and hard effort last night.

We may have been pushed to the very edge of our administrative capabilities but thanks to good operations management (thank you Andrew), crack till collection (Terry)+ace delivery (Carl) and some massive throw down capabilities (Simon) we persevered. Another huge shout out goes to Derek's wife who pre-cooked the sausages so nobody sick despite the tremendous pressure to cut corners in the face of Overwhelming Volumes. Safety remains our top priority.

My vote, however, for Man Of The Grill goes to our very own James who, despite two broken ribs and a busted shoulder, flipped paddies like nobody's business. James captures the spirit, indeed the sheer essence, of what we humbly aspire to be : the best darn burger cookers in the SW14.

Yours in faith,
Jeff
Chief Executive Griller

Burger Flippers Unite - Eitan Wins A Game

Again I spear-head the Guy Fawkes fireworks BBQ which always turns out to be good fun and this year no exception. The forecast for "torrential rain" and "gale force winds" but instead it is a beautifully clear and chilly evening perfect for star gazing. We serve up 250 sausages and 350 char-burnt "beef burgers." Blech. James, second from the left, takes the Gold-Star since he flips with left arm in a sling following a bicycle accident that left him with a couple of broken ribs and a busted shoulder. We rake maybe £1200 for the school.

Eitan's KPR plays Spelthorne for the second time this season on Strathem's home pitch. The game deadlocked at zero with 15 minutes to go when Eitan draws a foul. He lines up for a free-kick about 20 meters from the goal and nails a perfect curving shot that "drops" into the upper left hand corner of the net - gooooaaaaalllllll! The goalkeeper frozen, nothing he can do, while the boys and sidelines silenced. Yep, that is my son. I anxiously hope KPR hold on for the victory so the boy's strike will count. As Juerin, father of Maxime, notes with a chuckle: "He should retire now." I ask Eitan what he was thinking before his kick and he tells me: "David Beckham, when he scored the goal against Greece." Recall Beckham's strike occurred with one-minute left of stoppage time and sent England into the 2002 World Cup final. It curled into the top corner of goal-box. And while, ahem, a bit less dramatic Eitan held a mental picture of what he wished to do and did it. We have taken a few drubbings this season in the higher division but today Coach happy.

Madeleine brings "Rusty" and busies herself on the sidelines keeping warm and the dog under control.

Sweep

Yes, that time of year again and the kids look at me balefully: "can't I just do my homework?" Madeleine asks. We all chip in and some several hours later the leaves bagged, pond dredged, trees pruned, cracks sealed .. how did we get to November already?

We have a late dinner with Tony and Susan who are moving to Boston earlier than expected. Tony and Susan have found a flat on the sixth floor of a seven-floor pre-war colonial in Back Bay one block from the Boston Common. I have indicated that I plan to make myself comfortable there whenever in town. Tony has been a friend and mentor from early Trailhead Capital and we share several funds together. He is a self-described "recycled entrepreneur" whose first company, Morris Decision Systems, ranked in the US top-ten for growth during the 1980s before being sold. Today he advises tech companies on strategy and development and serves as an advisor and director to a number of private and public companies including Datanomic and Diamond Wood China, a renewable energy company. He has also invested in a number of the most successful Silicon Valley funds during the golden era of venture capital.

It has been some time since we have lost an important friend to re-location. Four or five years ago many of our dearest American expats returned to the US .. 10 years into "an experimental living" seems to be the make-or-break point on becoming "native." So here we are at 14 - go figure. My dreams of the Pacific or Sierras on hold indefinitely but never say never. Moe once commented: "Not a bad place to be ship wrecked" when I once saw things this way. Now I love London's weather and the excitement of a day trip to a European city, even better if not for work. Or watching Eitan play football and cheering Manchester United or Madeleine's performance class. I am also proud of Sonnet's museum and our friends and so when someone dear departs I am reminded that most things do not last forever.

Errands And Workless

I drag Eitan around on errands - here we are at the lighting store. I am pretty certain this about the last thing he would wish to do but we keep good company anyway. To pass the driving, we hum songs and try to guess the other's choice: Eitan goes with "Purple Rain" and "When Doves Cry" until he gives up with my attempt at Coldplay and Elton John's "Benny and the Jets".

The Times reports that in some parts of Britain one in three households are made of people without jobs. In Liverpool, which tops the table for highest proportion of workless households, all adults in 32% of homes in the city are unemployed. The national average for workless households is 18%. Unemployment during the recession has climbed by 1 million and is forecast to rise again next year to 3 million. But the government has announced that it will slash welfare payments to try to reduce the deficit. People are hurting - will things hold together? Can they ?

At St. Paul's.

Me: "What do you think that giant chimney is for?"

Eitan: "Maybe it's a brewery?"

Eitan, looking at the diagram of an atom: "Dad, I know just looking at this it is something I am never going to understand."

Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
But they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful
Oh Bennie she's really keen
She's got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine
B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets

--Bennie And The Jets, by Elton John

Saint P

The boy and I check out Colet Court, where Eitan would go for a year if were to attend St Paul's School (which celebrated its 500th anniversary last year). We do the shuffle through various departments (the school grounds on 45 acres. This is twice the size of Columbia Univ with all its undergrads and graduate programs) checking out the science lab (Eitan: "I am waiting to see if they light those bubbles on fire"), arts, computer center and library. My favorite the wood shop - man I could just lose myself here, like, today. Eitan takes it all in and shrugs it away. I don't know if Eitan (or Madeleine) will go to these schools (or if we can afford to send them there) but the level of opportunity tremendous. Certainly on par with Brown.

It is interesting to observe the attending families, who range from scruffy to extremely well groomed (since I am unshaved, I am the former). There is sizable ratio of Range Rovers in the parking area and I like to think my humble Golf keeps it real. 75,000 miles baby. The school staff love their boys and it shows at every touch point. The teachers poetic about their student's accomplishments in academics and sports or the arts. They are proud to be here. The drama department has played professional venues. Authors visit to discuss their books which are on the library shelves. Last year Prince Charles popped by. Before the Head Teacher addresses us, a sixth former performs Aaron Copeland's "The Cat And The Mouse" - it is brilliant. St Paul's a special place and no doubt exclusive - not many kids from state schools here. I have no worries for Eitan whether at St Paul's or somewhere else.

Jackson visits for an over-night. The kids take a break from a Charlie Brown DVD to eat pizza.

Madeleine: "Last year somebody brought a skunk to school. But it had a shot so it did not make any smelly farts. It was really cute with big eyes and we got to hold it."

Jackson: "Woa."

Madeleine: "Have you seen a raccoon?"

Jackson: "Not recently."

Madeleine: "Or a baby deer? In the wild."

Jackson: "I was about this far away from one" (indicates four feet)

Madeleine: "I was about this far" (indicates ten feet or the walls of the kitchen)

Jackson: "They come to our house (in Canada) and knock the doors down."

Madeleine: "If a bear attacks somebody three times, they kill it."

Jackson: "I didn't know that."

Madeleine: "The cut off its head. Then peel its fur and take out its eyeballs. Then they put it back together. It's really creepy."

Jackson: "Have you seen a moose?"

Madeleine: "No, I don't think so. Have you seen a Bald Eagle? Those are really cool."

Me: On a scale of one-to-ten, how much do I embarrass you with ten being the worst?"

Eitan: "Well, about a six. Unless you are singing or something then it is higher."

Me: "How about your mom?"

Eitan: "Three."

Me: "And your sister?"

Eitan: "She does not really embarrass me. She's just Madeleine."

Belle D'Opium

I am at Terminal 4 yesterday morning and far too early for this add. I take my blackberry photo above four women in hajib whose look suggests something between disinterest and smirk. And just where does soft-porn begin? I wonder. Eric's reply: "apparently at Gate 10."

The model BTW is Mélanie Thierry, who began as a teen model in France, then moved into acting. She scored an international crossover hit at age 18 as the love interest of ship-bound Danny Boodman T.D. Lemon 1900 in 'The Legend of 1900.' She also featured in two episodes of the BBC costume drama 'Charles II: The Power and The Passion' where she played the kings french mistress Louise de Kérouaille opposite Rufus Sewell. She made her Hollywood debut in the 2008 film Babylon A.D., as Aurora. Mélanie born in 1981. Kind of a bummer that she has a long-term boyfriend - French singer Raphael Haroche. The add suggest so much more.

I fly to Rotterdam for one meeting and spend the day there. My plans to visit the Edvard Munch collection thwarted as our schedule moved forward one hour. Everything goes well until the end when we learn that the potential investor can do €5 million or €10 less than initially indicated. While this a lot of money, it is peanuts on an €800 million fund-target and not worth the amount of effort to get here. The thing about the money business - you really learn who is hot air. It takes a couple turns but eventually I learn where to apply my time. I end my afternoon with a run along the port river and then a car ride to Amsterdam's Schipol airport and home where Sonnet waits up for me (10PM).

Dog Training

"Rusty" seems to be a clever dog who responds nicely to training, pictured. Madeleine and I at the vets where, for the next four weeks, we spend Wednesday night with three other couples also trying to bring their dog to heel (thank you Silver for your gift !). For a click and a few kibbles, "Rusty" moves into a sitting position. We lavish praise upon him. He lies down. We coo. He makes eye contact. We rub his ears and scrunch his face: well done "Rusty!" He takes a leak on the floor. Silence. The dog learns.