The deed is done. Three days of skiing in Les 3 Vallees, the French Alps. European ski season has started. Alice will tell you that I generally become very disagreeable once January comes, until I hit the slopes. It’s no
Les 3 Vallees
Scott Ski Poles: Happiest Customer
As a Scott customer, I am beyond happy. I bought these Scott poles in early 1980 while I was rethinking my college education and ski-bumming in Park City, Utah. Skiing all day and waiting tables at Royce’s Restaurant every night.
Dear Mr. Dylan – open letter to Bob Dylan
Dear Mr. Dylan – You changed my life. I am disappointed today. There, I said it. The Nobel Prize Committee showed vision and courage when they awarded you the Nobel Prize for Literature this year. This is the first time
No Promises
I’m not making any promises. Please read ahead but don’t feel obliged. This post might be nothing more than a random stream of what’s going on. Monday afternoon 2:30 PM on one of the shortest days of the year. So
A December ride
Winter is approaching and the days are getting quite short here at 51.47° North latitude. A little less than 8 hours between sunrise and sunset yesterday. That said, yesterday was SUNNY! Recently someone told me that in London you should
Rugby Scrums & Virtual Mobile Infrastructure
After a weekend of Rugby, beer and meals out, I spent most of today trying to really understand Virtual Mobile Infrastructure (VMI). It’s presumably the next wave following Enterprise Mobile Management (EMM). If you have some knowledge and/or opinions on
Eel Pie Island
Thanksgiving Day 2016, sitting at my desk in Twickenham, London, UK and it doesn’t feel like a holiday at all. It’s cool. Albert Collins Frostbite playing in the background. If you love me like you say, why you treat
I still like the truth. Post-truth is not for me.
The Oxford Dictionaries “word of the year” is post-truth. Irritating. This is a gift from Donald Trump who ran a post-truth campaign, but the origin goes back further. George W. Bush was known to repeat incorrect statements until they were perceived
Is this the beginning or is this the end…
“Is this the beginning or is this the end?” If you’re from my generation, you might recognize these lyrics. What a day to start posting to this new blog. It’s day one of Post Truth Politics in the USA. It’s
A Week in September
My Mom and I are staying at her house in Flushing, Queens. We’re waiting for my UK Settlement Visa to issue and taking in all that New York has to offer. Highlights of this week. The Mets. Last Sunday we