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.