Last summer was the first that Francois & I started going on long bike rides. It was late August 2013 and he had just come home from three weeks of sleep away fun at Camp Echo where he had finally thrown off his training wheels and wanted to ride, and so we did.
That Sunday morning, August 25th bike ride set in motion a chain of events that leads to today’s airing of Click, the BBC’stechnology…
Who Knew That You Can’t Take Photos in an NYC Polling Place?
Despite Johan’s expression in this photo, both boys enjoy joining Alex & me when we go to vote. We…
My Nieghbours’ Magnolia Trees
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So is it Alex’s experience of being a Mom of two sons that caused her to get between these two or was it four years of being on RHoNY?
I remember the day clearly when we paused, nodded & passed each other on Madison Avenue in 2010 just prior to you announcing your diagnosis. I’d watched, listened & read you from afar for years, firstly when I was an Aussie Expat in the UK with you then a UK Expat in the US, and then latterly when we were both US residents. In the 90’s I would read you brother’s columns in the Express and wonder how two men so different in their views on life & politics had come from the same womb.
I admit I was perplexed by your support for the Iraq war which seemed counter to everything you’d stood for and had protested earlier, but we are all human and none of us are perfect. Your language, writing & wit and yes, goddamn arrogance were charming.
Now explain this - why exactly am I writing a note to a dead man who was convinced (as am I) that there is no after life?
Ah, that’s right I am human too.
For those of us who live in cities stepping into an elevator is as common as walking down the street or getting in to your car. Yet at 10am yesterday someone’s life ended when they were doing the mundane. Given the thousands of elevators in NYC and the fact that they are effectively a big steel guillotine it’s amazing that this doesn’t happen more often. An awful, violent & tragic end to Ms Hart’s life.
What is it that makes us constantly wanting to be bombarded with information from others? I am now on Twitter, Facebook, Klout, Tumblr, LinkedIn, Flickr and the only reason I am not on Instagram is I’m a Blackberry user and not on an iPhone. (Although I do have an iPad so presumably I can download that app & use it there). Oh & I also have a Google+ account but that doesn’t seem to be going very far anytime fast. Anyway, I’m off our to a friends house for dinner where presumably we’ll converse the old fashioned way - face to face.
Are we spending too much time on computers/Smartphones & Apps and shall I report back after 3 hours of 1st hand conversation? Will anyone be listening????
Answering robotically generated questions of course!