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-My wife wants a private bathroom, lest someone can hear her!


-She plays the Bowl?


– Like Glenn Miller!


– She does Glenn Millers?


– Not to say Kai Windings!


– So, more than a good ear!


– You can say that again!


Winds of Fate

When I was younger I convinced my children that each time her dog barked represented a signal their grandmother had just farted.


Of course when we visited and sat in her garden, people would pass by and her dog would grunt sotto voce, then jump up and bark without fail.


Whereupon the kids would look at me in a conspiring sort of way and I rolled my eyes, nodding away.


Then they would look at a lady who to this day doesn’t understand why every time her dog barked they howled with laughter, run as far as they could.


Poor thing!


 It wasn’t anything that she ate.


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The Europeans feel betrayed by Obama and his backroom ‘deal’ with China and a few others, letting a Copenhagen accord slide down to a non-binding whitewash of emission quotas. Every single nation here willing to go the full distance to a meaningful cleaning up of the atmosphere.

I’m one of those who refer to the Sahara being a lush and green redoubt less than 15000 years ago, a vast region where fish fossils are found on mountain tops. In geological time this is peanuts of course, half a continent becoming a hot wasteland well before industrial man rose, with all his emissions by way of car, smelter and refrigerator. So that the last 175 years of accelerated human activity are  a mere drop in time and thus in man-made influence. But by all means let’s clean up the mess and let’s lead more wholesome lives. Or as someone much wiser than me put it, let there be progress, but please, no more growth.

What I truly don’t understand is the reasoning that if the world becomes one playing field, America stands to lose jobs, production, wealth when the other guys would rigorously be forced to do the same thing. Like Russia and China keeping Iran afloat, refusing meaningful sanctions,  because they don’t want to lose the business. Turning a blind eye to crazy clerics going nuclear when they have huge restive muslim minorities within their own borders, soon ‘inspired’ by Tehran’s ‘holy’ strength.

Again, what business does one lose if there finally sprouts some wisdom and solidarity out of a certain situation and truly everybody gangs up on a culprit, be it perceived global warming or nuclear Iran, and right across the board. In fact, assuring business as usual!

But no, still this immature one-upmanship marking the beginning of the new century, and a goody-goody President not standing up to short-sighted domestic lobbies or a Chinese economic nemesis.

Yes, Europe Cries and among others, OPEC grins, as the front-page of yesterday’s Le Monde tells us.

Wet Finger

A lot of people unable to tell us accurately what the weather’s going to be three days from now, pretend to know with precision what’s it going to be, a hundred years from now. (Claude Allègre).

True enough, but let’s clean up the planet anyway! (A. Steyning)

Dry Martini

The Sahara was formed during a long stretch between 3000 and 6000 years ago, having had absolutely nothing to do with human behaviour, activity, punishment or salvation. In fact a brilliant new scientific study has revealed that what apparently changed a lush, sub-tropical landscape into a desert, was lack of rain. In the same region there were also fish fossils found, on mountain tops! So that which once wet now dry and down up, but tomorrow likely Sierra again. The planet constantly on the move I do worry and we must clean up, but let’s first have a drink and cease to be hysterical!


Certainly not all, but all the wile and cunning it takes to reach the top, leaves many completely addicted to the chase but soon enough losing all sight of the only objective.

The great irony that what it takes to become a major, even historic decision-maker leaves one voiceless when the time comes to speak out or think beyond the immediate.

At Davos 2009 nobody seems to worry about your children and grandchildren. While trying of course to fix the current, rather too drastic world economic decline, nobody has time for trivial questions like a planet unable to sustain ‘Western’ industrial life style to begin with. Let alone making it universal, that is 3 billion Chinese and Indians owning 2 residences, 3 cars per family and taking 3 vacations a year in Hawaii, Paris and Samoa and to which they’re as entitled as Mr. Mrs. J. Blow from Wichita Falls.

That while consumerism is still the best way to distribute wealth, there is the matter of waste, garbage, raw materials and climate change to consider.

That therefore, demographically speaking, far fewer people are a ‘must’, still complicated by them living longer than ever. And technology making half this brave new world’s workforce redundant in less than a couple of centuries or so, the thought of how to keep these people fed and busy or let Darwinian observation prevail, not such a remote idea at all.

Society sooner than later reaching the threshold of having to pay a lot of people to stay at home and stop ‘producing’, or at least perform social duties in exchange for guaranteed income, preventing them from gratuitous thrill seeking or the falling into personal depression and crime.

That a conference decade upon decade blindly focusing on ‘Now’, on ‘Growth’, on ‘Development’, concerned with ‘Gain’, always ‘Bigger’, ‘Better’, ‘More’ and still… ‘More’ is a conference of the visionless, unable to view the soft-landing, intelligent economic reduction of nations the future demands, while hanging onto our planet for dear life…

Or better still, hanging on to our dear planet for life. But what to expect from decision-makers repeatedly found to be mostly smiling, always smiling but ambitious, blatant buskers performing only on the pavements of history. Their show one day turning out to have been a mere side show. A prelude, to continuation… or life zero.

Ah, yes, details! After the photographs, let’s do dinner, Your Excellencies!

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