All Stars

Is this the best sneaker ever made ?

I had my first pair of 'Chucks' in Junior High, when the fashion was an off-cream. The only other acceptable canvas was the Sperry Top Sider, but that is another blog. Converse went with about anything an 11 or 12 year old could wear but especially blue jeans where they were - and are - the perfect complement. What's more, they age well : like 501's which were, like, perfect after 50 washings, the All Star even more cool when the fabric frayed and white rubber scuffed.

All Stars introduced in 1917 to capture the new basketball shoe market. Chuck Taylor, a basketball player and shoe salesman, improved the design and became the shoe's spokesperson in the 1920s.  He was successful, too : Any photo from the NBA in the '50s or '60s will have a pair of Cons - back then, players wore them with short-shorts, as was the fashion and who knows why ?  In 2002, Nike bought the company for $305 million.

Some of us liked the 'high top' which, in the summer, went well with shorts or whatever. For me, it has always been about the classic : the tight lacing and lack of sole make it a perfect match for skinny trousers, which I prefer in my middle yuf.  K-Swiss and Adidas or Nike retros all fine for boxier leggings and Michael Jordans for, you know, real basketball players. All Stars have their own place in my wardrobe and my heart. The only concession I make for now : I only wear them new.

Madeleine's Bedroom

Sunday evening Sonnet and I take the kiddies, against their will, to see "Leonardo da Vinci: Painter at the Court of Milan," at London's National Gallery on its closing night, no less. The exhibitions includes nine of da Vinci's 15-surviving paintings - the first time so many of the master's works exhibited together (A historian on Radio 4 advises : each painting should be viewed for a minimum of 20 minutes, which raises a groan from the back seat as Eitan quickly does the maths). Says the curator of Italian painting pre-1500 Luke Syson : "Once-in-a-lifetime experience".

The show's focus on  da Vinci's work at the Sforza Court in Milan (1480-90) as a painter and engineer for the Duke. During this period he produced the "La Belle Ferronniere," "The Lady with an Ermine" (my favourite), "Virgin On The Rocks" (the first time on loan from the Louvre) and that little fresco, "The Last Supper" (which my sister recreated on the wall of a frozen yogurt shop in Boston while Harvard).  All of these works, barring "The Last Supper" (which is painted onto the wall of a church in Milan) on view. It is a ring-side seat to the beginning of the Renaissance.  Wow. Wow.

 From da Vinci to the Super Bowl. One spectacle to another.

Eitan's Bedroom

Eitan and I to Fulham football practise but cancelled due to cold (frozen pitch).  At Eitan's urging, and to his great surprise, we stop at Krispy Kreme on the way home and I love it : real Americana right next to the fly-over, complete with booths of teen-agers drinking coffee.  We select a box of twelve donuts, eat four, and bring the rest home for breakfast or whenever.  Since Madeleine not with us, she gets first choice on the next four.  Eitan grumbles but thems the rules.

Driving home. Eitan: "Do you think I could eat a billion oranges?"
Me: "Interesting . .."
Eitan: "I mean, if they are peeled."
Me: "Well, let's break it down. How long will you live?"
Eitan: "80 years."
Me: "So how many days is that ?
Eitan: "Um, 29,200."
Me: "Good, and what is one billion divided by 29,200? You can round to 29,000 if you want."
Eitan: "34,482."
Me: "That's a lot of diarrhea."
Eitan: "I could still do it."
Me:
Eitan: "Do you think there are a trillion grains of sand on the beech?"
Me: "Break it down for me, kid .. ."

Double Digits

Madeleine turns ten and things will never be quite the same .  Tonight, it is Wagamama's (her choice) where we discuss nine's highlights (and I quote): "stuff." 


Madeleine always an original. From the mad dash down the birth canal (too quick for an epidural) to the first breath : "Here I am!".   Later, it was tree climbing :  Look, there's my daughter, twenty-five feet overhead. This taught the unteachables : risk-taking, goal setting .. determination. Stubborness.  No matter how I holler or coax, she is on her own time.

From reception , Madeleine has been a "tom boy,"  scraped elbows and bruised shins. Her friends are mostly all boys at a time when girls still the enemy. This not always easy when the birthday party-invitations and over-nights don't come.  Her heart otherwise filled with pets : bugs to fish to hamsters to Rusty (and soon, a lizard. .. ).

Madeleine today borders primary and secondary school; being a kid and adolescence.  She watches Eitan take the first steps off the cliff : sometimes a blessing, sometimes a curse.  We observe her progress in school, in drama and art, and sports, with wonderment and delight. What will the next year bring ? What joy to be around.

Nigel Doughty, RIP

Nigel Doughty died Saturday, age 54. With Dick Hanson, he founded one of Europe's most respected buy-out firms, Doughty Hanson, which has invested €23 billion in over 100 deals.  Doughty self-made and helped create the industry that made him rich.

Our paths crossed a few times : in 1997 I interviewed for Associate , my ears still wet from MBA school. By today's standards, Doughty Hanson then small , with maybe £1 billion under management.  Following eight interviews, Nigel enters , no pre-amble : "Using the capital asset pricing model please explain why Doughty Hanson has been able to achieve superior returns." Me, blank. Doughty: "Feel free to use the chalkboard."  Yes, an unfair question - CAPM used to value companies, not explain a firm's success - but it was all him : punchy, direct, challenging and a bit of fun. I didn't get the job.

In '99 I went back to Nigel and this time Doughty Hanson gave me $8 million to launch an Internet company.  The firm had taken an interest in the technology business, forming a maiden venture fund, and I was his first investment.

When not trading companies, Doughty's interests covered politics ( major donor, Labour party), "responsible capitalism" (Founded the Doughty Centre for Corporate Responsibility at Cranfield Mgmt School) and football (owner of Nottingham Forest Football Club).  Private equity and all of us lost a good one. (photo from the www)

The Grinch

Sonnet takes Eitan to a swimming gala while Madeleine and I to the park, pictured, she begging me for a snowball fight or a snowman (I decline). Yes, I am grumpy from last week's surgery and last night's party-cocktails+the early rise does not help ( though I did enjoy watching late night tele with Sonnet, eating eggs, and watching the snow fall).  Rusty in on the action, and I almost knock a guy's block off when he hits the dog, who is otherwise playing with the dude's pooch. Only I can hit Rusty. 

I ask Madeleine to write a three-page story and, after some mild protestations, she produces : "The Greek Who Stole Christmas."  Does she mean Grinch? "No, Dad, it's about a Greek."  And, I think, perhaps she has it right.

At the Surrey County Swimming Championships, Eitan swims the 400-meter freestyle in 5:23 , an 11-second improvement, and the same time as his pal Philippe. Coach says: "I see the next generation of club swimmers here." 

First Snow

Richmond Park , around 10:20AM, Sunday.

Sonnet and I to Lizzie and Ferdie's wedding party .. or is it Lizzie's 40th ? Who knows. They have been together a long time - long enough to have children, ages 7 and five, and married last year. Ferdie at an Italian bank where he was head of risk; now he is doing more operational and balance sheet work. His view : The world coming to an end, but let us not focus on that.  Lizzie and Sonnet former colleagues at the V & A and fast friends : Lizzie being one of the few people I know who can make Sonnet laugh with abandon.  Lizzie's parents Dons at Oxford while she went to Cambridge.

One of Lizzie's party friends, Julie, an attractive 28 or 29 - enough to catch an eye and worth a conversation : the more intriguing when I learn she has a Cabinet Job , and responsible for security during, and running up to, the summer Olympics. Her staff of 42 coordinates with The Met Office, military and other protective forces (she: "I will be in a silo off Downing St during the games."). After earning a PhD, Julie "worked on " the 2002 foot-and-mouth crisis when Britain slaughtered over 100,000 cattle. She joined govt, with a shrug, instead of profit-making schemes, like The City, to have an impact and I think : Kennedy or Clinton, when young people chose public service over their purse. She now briefs the Prime Minister, David Cameron, weekly.  Julie tells me "He likes to take decisions , unlike Gordon Brown."  She would know.

Bionic Dog

Rusty to the Vets - the pooch has had more check-ups than Sonnet in the LTM - should we be alarmed ? Since his feminising operation, Rusty has lost 1.5 Kg which, the attendant tells me, "is very unusual."  Usually testosterone's loss brings weight gain but Rusty walked four-times daily plus, often, a run. The downside to his conditioning : the dog begs for it , 7AM. 

Me: "Since you're sitting there, empty the dish washer."
Eitan: "Is that why I was born?"
Me: "To do chores?"
Eitan:
Me: "Must feel like that sometimes. But it could be worse."
Eitan:
Me: "You could be Rusty." (Rusty gnaws on his leg)

Roger Waters

I listen to Roger Water's "Comfortably Numb", as I have done many times since college , and it strikes me like a ton of bricks : I will never do something, anything, nearly as good.  I watched the film "The Wall" at a Midnight viewing at the Avon Cinema on Thayer St, Providence, Rhode Island, my freshman year of college : maximum impact.

In the movie, a large group consisting of Pink's manager , the hotel manager, paramedics, and roadies burst into Pink's hotel room to find an unconscious Pink sitting in a chair. As the paramedics try to revive Pink, his manager berates him, complaining about how he never liked him. The hotel manager does not take kindly to Pink's untidiness, but Pink's manager insists that "he's an artist". After injecting a drug into Pink's arm, the paramedics drag Pink out of the hotel and to his limousine.

He is then transported to a concert where he is scheduled to play. Flashbacks of Pink's childhood are inter-cut into the scene. In the flashback, a young Pink finds a wild rat and shows it to his overprotective mother. Her negative reaction towards the rodent causes Pink to hide the rat in a nearby shed. Pink later catches a fever that keeps him bed-ridden until the next morning. The next day, Pink returns to the shed only to find that the rat has died in his absence, forcing Pink to dump its lifeless body in a nearby river.

During this time, the drug causes Pink to hallucinate that his body is decaying. He sees himself as a child walking in a field in his room and touching his TV, then walking away. It then cuts to a scene where Pink explodes in a rage and tears up his hotel room. Upon being pushed into the limousine, Pink tears off his diseased shell to reveal a Nazi-esque attire (mostly from Wiki. Photo from the web)

Madeleine: "What kind of chameleon can I get?"

High

Now this is more like it. Pictured.

I run a loop of Richmond Park, 7 miles, something I have not done in maybe a year, prevented by injuries. Today, though, the cold numbs me and my heart works efficiently : bipity bipity bipity bip. The dog, joyous to be outside, with me and it is a resplendent late-morning : what better way to spend it ? And it strikes me : I am feeling high on life. Maybe it was yesterday's surgery or disappearing for three hours from the anaesthetics. Or now, a sunny day. Who knows : every day a miracle.

Eitan has a nightmare and screams for his life. Sonnet and I to him in a flash, hearts racing. I stay in his room until he falls back to sleep.

Small Ops

Easy in, easy out. I am at the Kingston Hospital NHS Trust for a microlaryngoscopy and excision of an anterior commissure lesion. In short, I have a polyp removed from my left vocal chord.

I first noted things not entirely right about four-months ago when my voice scratchy and often cracked , bringing back some awkward teen-age moments.  I thought it laryngitis. Within 48-hours of seeing my local GP , I meet the head of Kingston's Otolaryngology program, who gives me a local anaesthetic and jams a snake down my nose canal to look at my larynx. A most stressful experience. The polyp spotted - "There it is!" , the Dr exclaims with pleasure - and my surgery confirmed for two weeks.

This morning, before sunrise, Sonnet drives me to the hospital and fishes about for pocket change for the parking meter while I register with reception. I am visited separately by two nurses who check and double-check my identity and surgery and explain the procedure; The first applies a bar-code wristband and tapes my wedding ring , the only piece of jewelry I am allowed. Since I am going under , the anaesthetist James asks further questions about my health and etc. He has an intense , penetrating, stare, and tells me : "you are going to have a nice sleep".  My anxiety increases.

Soon I am told to strip to my pants and don a surgery dress and, with rolling bed , off we go to the operating theatre, which is a cold, modern room without shelves nor chairs. Yes, I am nervous. In the room's centre is some 21st century equipment hooked up to computers and lighting. I think: Gym equipment. There are five physicians, including James, who sticks a needle in my arm, covers my face with an Oxygen mask, and tells me to count to ten. I am gone at "four".

A tube put down my throat , to the side , to ensure Oxygen. Next, a laryngoscope inserted through my mouth on the right side and flipped to the left to trap and move then tongue , which otherwise blocks the the line of sight, then a blade inserted posterior to the epiglottis with an upwards and forward motion ("away from you and towards the roof " the Doc tells me beforehand). This move makes it possible to see my voice box. Once in, my polyp excised with a micro-blade.  Without the anaesthetic, my gag-reflex would not allow it, and I probably would have fled the room any how.

I awake at 12:50PM to Sonnet's sweet face looking over me, smiling.

Kodachrome and KCW

Poolside, 1967

Eitan's interview for Kings College Wimbledon "interesting", Sonnet notes. King's one of the UK's most prestigious and highest academically performing schools , historically and to date, coming in second in the country's league table of independent schools in 2010, with a high Oxbridge offer rate. Traditional rivals are Eton College, St. Paul's School and Westminster School. Our interest is the International Baccalaureate - King's offers the best in Britain . The Hampton School, where Eitan accepted, don't .  The last time a Sheen Mount kid went to  Kings College , like, three years ago.

So ... Eitan asked during his interview if he wants to go to Kings College and the .. boy .. says . his .. top .choice is Hampton . School.. I am not sure to pat him on the back and give him ice cream or strangle him like Bart Simpson.

Notes From Pakistan

Munir and Basharat Ali, Manager of a Spanish NGO working in Baltistan and Skardu areas in education sector on the KKH , pictured.

Munir reports: "Basharat was my student at Karakoram International University Gilgit. After completing his education he joined this NGO. I have travelled many times in Skardu, Hushe and Machlu araes where Basharat is working. He belongs to Machlu, a beautiful village on jeepable road to Hushe.

"Ray has travelled and trekked in this area in early nineties. In addition to its awe inspiring beauty, I have been greatly impressed by the crime free and peaceful society of Baltistan Region. It is the only region in Pakistan that never embraced any form of extremism or religious fanacticism. Whenever I travel in this region I feel a sense of security.

"Historically Baltistan has been more affiliated with Tibet than downcountry or India. Local people were followers of Budhism before converting to Islam. Their language is written in Tibetan script and still has a strong Tibetan influence in their culture. I saw a historical mosque in Machlu in 2008 that has a strong Tibetan architectural influence."

Snake In The Grass

And how far Fred Goodwin has fallen.

The British have been itching to blame the financial mess on somebody, anybody, and so Goodwin stripped of his Knighthood.  Goodwin , of course, the Chief Executive of Royal Bank of Scotland when the shit hit the fan.

From 2000 to 20008, Goodwin grew RBS into the world's largest company with assets of nearly £2 trillion, greater than British GDP.  He did so by aggressive lending and a large exposure to the US sub-prime market. A 2% reduction of the loan portfolio's value brought the house down, ka-BOOM.

In October 2008, Goodwin resigned as Chief Exec - a month before RBS announced a yearly loss of £24.1 billion, the largest annual loss in UK corporate history.  RBS nationalised with £45 billion of taxpayer and my money.  Adding insult to injury, Sir Fred's retirement package : £12 million.  In fairness, he will never work again. One hopes. (In another RBS pr stinker, RBS bankers received £950 million of bonuses in 2011 despite losing £1.1 billion for the year)

Personally , I think Goodwin should be allowed to keep his Knighthood. Goodwin made some bad calls, none worse than buying ABN AMRO at the peak of the market, but he did not break the law. He is not to blame for the UK recession nor the global financial collapse.

Giaco

Alberto Giacometti's 'Walking Man II", 1960, from a post card I pick up at the Kunsthaus in Zurich.

Scholar William Barrett in his book 'Irrational Man: A Study in Existential Philosophy' (1962), argues that the attenuated forms of Giacometti's figures reflect the view of 20th century modernism and existentialism that modern life is increasingly empty and devoid of meaning. "All the sculptures of today, like those of the past, will end one day in pieces... So it is important to fashion ones work carefully in its smallest recess and charge every particle of matter with life."

Eric has adopted the habit of our mutual friend Marc, collecting used copies and handing them out to people like Gideon's bibles.

Commiserable

Rusty in the park.

Stephan and Barbara+their three charming kids over for lunch and a (Rusty) walk in Richmond Park .  We catch up since the wedding.

Eitan: "Can I have some crisps?"
Me: "What's for dinner?"
Sonnet: "We're not having dinner. After such a big lunch."
Me: "I'm hungry."
Madeleine: "Me, too."
Sonnet: "How about sardines on toast?"
Eitan: "Blahk. I hate it."
Me: "Madeleine, how about if I give you twenty-pounds and you go to Waitrose and get us something from there."
Madeleine: "Yeah, right, Dad."
Me:
Madeleine: "You do owe me £20 you know."

Madeleine: "I cannot eat an entire tin of sardines.  It is disgusting." 


Madeleine: "Eitan!  You ate Uncle Anthony's sweets!"
Eitan: "I did not!"
Me: "It might not have been Eitan."
Madeleine: "Dad, how could you ?!"
Me: "Look - I will get you some more."
Madeleine: "They were my birthday present."
Me: "I'm sorry. They were just sitting there."
Madeleine: "Make it sweets, not chocolate."
Me:
Eitan: "Busted, Dad."

Sonnet: "So how was 'Revolution' last night?"
Kamila (our Czech au pair): "It was fine. There were a lot of people there."
Sonnet: "How old are they?"
Kamila: "They are a bit older, maybe 23-years old. .."
Sonnet: "Is that so ?"
Kamila: "There were two older women dancing. They were maybe 50."
Me:
Kamila: "It was disgusting."

Three Amigos

Marcus, Alex and Niki.

At the dinner table.
Me: "What did you watch in 'film club' this week?"
Madeleine: "Guess."
Me: "The Bride of Dracula? Godzilla? War Of The Planets?"
Madeleine: "Nope. 'An American In Paris.'"
Sonnet: "I love that movie. It is a classic."
Madeleine: "Accept that there is a lot of snogging."
Eitan: "Why do they have to always do that?"
Me: "Snogging? What's wrong with snogging?"
Eitan: "I am not having this conversation."
Me: "Is it Ok if I 'snog' your mom?"
Eitan, Madeleine: "No!"
Me: "What's wrong with that?"
Madeleine: "Do you even know what snogging is Dad?"
Me: "Um, kissing, isn't it?"
Madeleine: "Not just kissing."
Me: "Oh?"
Madeleine: "It's like long kissing."
 Me: "With tongue and stuff?"
Eitan: "La la la."


Walking to drama class.
Me: "So are there any 'snoggers' in Year Five?"
Madeleine: "No."
Me: "How about Year Six?"
Madeleine: "Huggers, not snoggers."
Me: "What, do they hug behind the bungalows?"
Madeleine: "No, in the middle of the play ground."
Me: "Who is it then?"
Madeleine: "I am only saying in general."
Me: "Were you, like, watching and taking notes?"
Madeleine: "I am not 'Harriet The Spy' Dad."
Me:
Madeleine: "Though I would be pretty good at spying if I wanted to."
Me: "I bet."

Pond Dipping

Madeleine's 10th birthday party sees us in Richmond Park for a bit of "pond dipping" and I have to hand it to the kid : she has planned everything from the themed invitation to creature-holding-buckets. Totally inspired.  Uncle Anthony joins us to keep me company.

Joan's Dress

Sonnet's exhibition, Ballgowns, up in May.  On display : 60 ballgowns , red carpet evening dresses and catwalk showstoppers , including Joan Collins' dress, designed for private parties, royal balls, state occasions and opening nights. Photo from the V& A.

We listen to the radio.
Madeleine: "That guy sounds like Woody Allen."
Me: "It is Woody Allen."
Madeleine: "I am amazing!"

Madeleine: "I miss Aneta."
Me: "She had a good year with us."
Madeleine: "I loved throwing water balloons on her when she wasn't looking."

Me: "I can't believe I turn 45 this year."
Madeleine: "Forty-five. Wow-w-w. I cannot  believe I am only turning 10."
Me:
Madeleine: "45 is my second luckiest number."
Me: "What's number-one?"
Madeleine: "Ten. I don't know why."
Me: "Those seem like good numbers."
Madeleine: "Yeah. When you add four plus five it is nine."
Me: "Yep."
Madeleine: "My age and your age."
Me: "In June. Let's not rush it kid."
Madeleine: "Will they ever add up? Your numbers and my age?"
Me: "Forty-seven."
Madeleine: "Four plus seven equals eleven."
Me: "That will work I think."
Madeleine: "Yep."

Kunsthaus Zurich

After morning meetings I have the day to my own so visit the Kunsthaus on Justin's recommendation. The museum owns one of the most important collections in Europe, gathered by the local Kunstverein, covering the Middle Ages to contemporary art, with an emphasis on Swiss art (that I mostly ignore). I hang out with Paul Klee, Miro, Georg Baselitz, Calder, Hans Richter, Bruce Naumen, Cy Twombly, Picasso.  Manet, Monet and Degas .. van Gogh. Pierre Bonard, Heinrich Fussli, Nicolae Bercham, Rubens, van Dyke and Edvard Munch and many more.

 

My favorite : Matisse's four female bronzes , which morph from undefined abstract to muscular high-definition. It takes a moment then, wham : there it is. I find joy in the Monet-Rodin gallery with the famous lily pads+seven-sculptures. Giacometti also in the house : a wing dedicated to his work including 'Walking Man."

While surrounded by it all, a young couple, pictured,  catches my eye : they are nervous and awkward with each other and I think: first-date. He explains to her how the paint is, like, really thick.  Body language offers further suggestions : they lean in to each other then give space. Yep, it's the way it goes.