My Crew

On the way to Passover

We are with the Clarks for Passover (Michael accepted to the Naval Academy); they are on the Upper Mall, mentioned in the first paragraph of Thackeray's 'Vanity Fair', overlooking the river, St Paul's boys school and the Hammersmith Bridge in the near distance. As per always, their friends interesting : the couple from Shoreditch via the East Village and LA where she invests in social enterprise and a Catto Fellow (having made a bundle selling her e-learning company IEC) and he a visual effects artist in the feature film world. The academics from New Zealand via Cambridge, MA, and the Hebrew school teacher who wows us with Moses.

Eitan impresses us all, quoting God (impersonating a burning bush): "I am who I am."

Via twitter.
Madeleine: "Do you want me to get you anything from the highstreet, like a snickers bar or toblerone?"
Me: "No thx but thank you for asking. Whatcha up to today?"
Madeleine: "Reading [Twilight], walking Rusty and thank you cards [for Passover]. When are you home?"
Me: "Ok, sounds like a good day. Home at 6 or so."
Madeleine, later: "Finished book. 459 pages in three days. 8-) "
Me: "You rock. How were the vampires?"
Madeleine: "Predictable."

Your Crazy Neighbor

North Korea’s supreme leader Kim Jong Un has ordered the army to destroy and wipe away any enemy who lands on their coast.

Man Down

Mortlake Train Station

Here is a dude in a hole. I ask permission to take a photo and his colleagues (six of them) cheer, handing over a walkie talkie for the pose; one fellow demurs probably concerned they will get caught out for over staffing or goofing around or something.

Me: "How about if we go to some museums over the spring break?"
Eitan: "Yeah, right."
Me: "Don't you enjoy museums?"
Eitan: "All they are is sitting around looking at some paintings and begging you for lunch."
Me: "Pretty rough huh?"
Eitan: "Yeah."

Madeleine hunched over her laptop playing computer games.
Madeleine: "Do you think I can be a game tester when I grow up?"
Me: "Seems reasonable."

One Nation, Under God

Gun deaths since December 2012. Source: Huffington Post

In the three months since the Newton massacre, 2,224 Americans have died from guns.

Yet support for new gun control measures has dropped 10 points from the days following the December shooting at a Newtown, Conn. elementary school, according to a survey released today by CBS News.

According to the poll, 47% believe gun control laws should be more strict, while 11% want fewer regulations on gun purchases and 39% say laws should be kept as they are.  In December 57% backed stronger new gun controls. 

The NRA does its work.

Biathelete

Poolside

Eitan competes in the British Schools Modern Biathlon Championships, representing Hampton School, at Crystal Palace : 50 meters freestyle+500 meter run qualified from the cross country champs and the Surreys swimming county finals.  He is 11th of 54 in Year 7.

Madeleine's football game, vs. Crystal Palace by coincidence but played in Croydon, cancelled due to freezing temps.

Surfer Girl

Alana Rene Blanchard

Blanchard (born 1990) a Hawaiian professional surfer and Bikini Model and part of the ASP World Tour.  She is sponsored by Ripcurl, Reef, Sticky Bumps, Spyoptic and Red Bull and designs Rip Curl bikinis. Blanchard best friends with fellow surfer Bethany Hamilton and was present when Hamilton suffered the shark attack that took her arm (photo from web).

It has been a long time since I have driven up HW 1 to go whomping at 4 mile point.

Spring, UK

Springtime in paradise.

We are at Andrew's 40th which keeps us out late. Andrew the Managing Director of Optalis, one of the first local authority-owned trading companies in the UK created to provide adult social care.  He was brought in to make the organisation more commercial and he has done so.

Snow and foul weather traps drivers in cars, closes airports and halts train services, and puts communities on alert for flood where 59 alerts in place.  Unlike a proper winter storm which, usually, puts people in good cheer this time there is a collective groan - what a bummer following an unusually long winter. 

Madeleine and I agree to 30 minutes of video games to my television then an afternoon of reading.

Slacker

These guys are probably founding Facebook

Following a morning at Somerset House and an LP meeting for Kreos Capital I stop by the Royal Festival Hall, with laptop, to do some work.  I learn this is where London's mid-thirties male spends his afternoon working or blogging or whatever he does. There is good comradery.

Holes

My offices

Justin and Will in town for a conference hosted by an one of Industry Ventures' portfolio companies - a €30 million ticket so they better show up.  We have dinner with a pension fund from the West Midlands. We are at the surprisingly good Institute of Directors (IoD) which is tres old school with a cocktail lounge and accompanying dining hall - perfect for our guest.  From there it is a drink at Dukes then home where I change in the hallway so as not to wake Sonnet (it is 10PM).

Madeleine: "I am reading such a good book. It's called 'Holes'.
Me: "is it about holes?"
Madeleine:
Me: "Ok, just tell me about it."
Madeleine puts her head on the counter.
Me: "Just try please."
Madeleine: "A boy is wrongly accused of stealing a pair of trainers. He goes to a juvenile camp. He has to build a hole in the desert with the other boys."
Me: "Cool."
Madeleine: "The people in the camp say it builds character and it can turn bad boys into good boys. You can also die in a matter of days if you are not careful because of snakes and scorpions."
Me: "Exciting."
Madeleine: "I am going now. The end. Bye."

College Pro Painters

Barrington, RI, 1987

My most responsibility, up to age 19 or 20, was the Rhode Island franchise of College Pro Painters where, following a weekend of training, I, and my fellow managers, were released upon an unsuspecting home-owing public.

CPP taught us how to do things like make cold calls and do job estimates but, really, it was swim as swim can.  I proved to be adept at signing customers and, with a full school load, lined up a bunch of houses before final exams and 'the production season.'

From there it was one calamity to the next : Spilled paint on front lawns . ..car break-downs . .over-budgets .. . a police warrant. Usual stuff. I had ten painters+$7,000 of equipment on credit. My pager administered a punishing blow at every notification.  The summer did, finally, end with a profit (ca. $10 grand) and 20 ladders stored in the basement of an unknowing building. I was relieved when it was over.

The following summer (my Jr year), with Chas and Eric returning and a crew of 30, I  painted 52 properties in ten weeks producing nearly $200K of turnover and was "Manager Of The Year."

Action

Vs. Stratton

From the pitch to the pool as Eitan spends the afternoon at the Surrey Swimming Championships to compete the 100 meter freestyle (time: 1:06); 200 butterfly (2:53, DQ) and 100 backstroke (1:19). He is just outside National qualifying time in several events. Madeleine left out of the competitions this w/e but I take her to swim practice Saturday evening and she seems OK with that.  

Halley and Zoe with us this evening as Zoe renews her passport.  She prepares for her GCSE exams in several months.

"I have to say that Eitan was unbelievable today. He made a player who has scored for fun all season, look like he wasn't ever there today... Eitan is one of the kindest and most talented boys I have ever met."

--Elm Grove coach Marc in a text to me and Sonnet

To The Finals

The All Stars play Stratton in the Surrey Cup semi finals - they are one of four teams of 400 who remain in the tournement.  Coach tells the lads to relax and adds helpfully: "This is the most important game you have ever played."

Elm Grove brings their best game, too (Stratton defeated the All Stars 1-0 last season) and, after two halves, the score zero-zero. Each side takes their chances and Eitan does an excellent job disrupting Stratton's forward attack.  Suddenly we find ourselves in extra periods : 2X seven minutes. If neither side succeeds, the dreaded PKs.

Anthony joins us for the action and treated with some of the best football of the year. In the end, with two minutes in the second over-time, Stevie chases down a perfectly dropped ball and fires a shot  .. . which angles towards the left goal poste .. we hold our breathe to see which way it goes - and it is in! The ref blows the whistle and the All Stars will play the final in a proper stadium in April.

A Fox

Me: "Rusty caught a fox today!"
Eitan, Madeleine, Jack: "No way!"
Me: "True. The dog was whimpering at the back door so I let him out and bam! there was a fox and the chase was on."
Eitan: "And he got him?"
Me: "They were going 40 miles per hour and the fox hurdled himself on the fence and bounced off - it was like throwing a football."
Madeleine, Eitan, Jack:
Me: "And Rusty was on him. I think he was kind of surprised - sinking his teeth into fox fur."
Madeleine: "Was the fox hurt?"
Me: "He got away and then they raced around the backyard. Around and around and around. Until the fox tried the fence again and made it this time."
Madeleine: "Woa."
Me: "Rusty was so worked up he could hardly sit still all morning."
Sonnet: "Never a dull moment at No. 45."

Spring Break

American yufful hedonism on display with film 'Spring Breakers', which shows college girls gone wild with guns and sex and drugs and stuff.

When I was a senior at Brown, cross country pal Vince invited me and four other runners to the Florida Panhandle for .. spring break. We left Providence, Rhode Island, in the midst of the New England winter to arrive in the glorious warmth of the sunshine state.

From Vince's condo it was a skip to the beach where we, a pale emaciated lot, observed the pecking order: Georgia Tech or Florida U frat guys, totally buff and already forming beer bellies, sun burnt and drunk, devouring beer 'bombs' and screaming their approval at one another.  The bikinis surrounded them.

From there it was mostly a down hill affair from booze drenched bars and jam packed clubs vibrating to "Funky Cold Medina" (I shudder). Me, never a pick up artist, chored with the impossible task of finding five women but - success! - I score a willing party and off we go only to learn they are high schoolers. The girls never so safe.

Overall, on balance, we probably ended up better off than the meat heads we partied with though, undoubtedly, they have better memories of that time.

Lungs

This is what Paris looks like when it snows - photo from MFAMB.

I drop Madeleine at school and jog home along the bus path which reminds me of some of the roadside runs in Ensenada or Mexicali where the diesel exhaust overwhelming. This morning no different. Unfortunately getting myself to the river adds three or four miles to a six-miler and just outside what I wish to do; otherwise it is all concrete and rubber.

A quick Internet search suggests that the exposure to micro particles, while jogging, from increased lung-air volumes negates the healthful benefits of exercise, raising the odds of respiratory infection and cancer. Sure feels like it now.

New Do

New haircut, my glasses

Me: "Wait a minute - something is definitely different."
Madeleine: "Oh?"
Me: "Are you wearing lipstick?"
Madeleine: "Really, Dad."
Me: "Do you have new glasses?"
Madeleine: "No!"
Me: "Wait. Your hair. I love it."
Madeleine: "Everybody says it makes me look like Anne Hathaway."
Me: "I see it. In Les Mis"
Madeleine: "Is she pretty or something?"
Me: "Yes, she was great in 'The Devil Wears Prada."
Madeleine: "Some people say it suits my style."
Me: "I get it."

Real Instagram

Circa 1984

And where does the time go? In my case, the last 24 hours extra in Paris thanks to an unusual winter storm which dumps snow and cold on the indignant Parisiens (the ladies and their wedge heel knee-high fur boots slip and slide along rue du Faubourg St Honoree). The Eurostar cancelled and the airports closed. I bunker in a cozy hotel met this morning by a soft pink sunrise reflected from the white sidewalks and sandstones of La Cité.

Madeleine gets a hair cut which, I am told by Aneta, "Very short. Shorter than Eitan." I am as curious as you, dear reader.

All Hat No Cattle

On our way to the Hampton School 'Ho Down'

Our evening foiled due to car problems. Instead we enjoy a Saturday night 'in' watching "Borgen" (Danish political drama). Me, not complaining.

Eagles Win

Madeleine before battling Carshalton Athletic in a thrilla that goes 3-2 for the Eagles. Madeleine knocks in the first goal - a nut meg through the goal keepers legs - and the girls rejoice while our hero looks at me sheepishly yet filled with joy.  Some of these girls animals on the pitch, tackling, grinding, stomping on the opponent.

Bowie Aladdin

Bowie will open at the V and A on 23 March for the first international retrospective of the singer's career.

Already there is buzz as Bowie releases his first album in ten years to good reviews.  Sonnet tells me that, as part of the ticket, visitors will receive an audio set mandatory for the viewing - there will be no written descriptions of the 300 objects, which will include handwritten lyrics, original costumes, fashion, photography, film, music videos, set designs and Bowie's instruments.  Song will play a major role on the tape. Unclear if Ziggy Stardust will be at the opening but we sure hope so.

Madeleine jams her hand in the lane-line during swimming practice. She frets that her knuckle is broken so I give it a big squeeze. She howls and cries but, in my opinion, it is not broken.