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Amazing things in Belgium

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Having not heard from my mother for a while, I decided to give her a call tonight. I had suspected that she had gone to visit her father this past weekend and I was right. Apart from seeing her father, she also attended a dinner event celebrating the birth of one of her sisters' first grandchild.

She also informed me that she was in the middle of watching the final episode of the American television series Prison Break. Now that was interesting. First I did not expect the show put on Chinese television. Second, I never thought she would ever be interested in such material. I asked if she was watching the English version or a dubbed Chinese version, she said it was the latter. She also mentioned that the main actor of the show, whom she thought was quite good, had visited China and gone on a popular talk show earlier, which I did remember reading about here.

Though I knew about the tv series, I have never watched it myself and could not immediately recall its English title. So I typed in the Chinese title to google it. And guess what, "Reality Prison Break Show in Belgium" emerged as one of the top search results. I clicked on it and found it a breaking news item. An English BBC version is here.

This is amazing material. Not the least because a similar incident took place in Belgium a few years ago and things of Belgium seem to have made quite a bit of headlines lately. Yesterday I was going to comment on this remarkable Belgian on the right. He was a painter of the 19th century. He may not be a great artist, but he truly had guts. And I admire him for that despite what The Economist says.

I cannot agree more

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Never have I felt the desire to quote someone in the media so extensively. I agree with it a hundred percent and could not have said it better.

This is what The Wall Street Journal columnist Peggy Noonan said about Sarah Palin in her opinion piece “A Farewell to Harms”:

She went on the trail a sensation but demonstrated in the ensuing months that she was not ready to go national and in fact never would be. She was hungry, loved politics, had charm and energy, loved walking onto the stage, waving and doing the stump speech. All good. But she was not thoughtful. She was a gifted retail politician who displayed the disadvantages of being born into a point of view (in her case a form of conservatism; elsewhere and in other circumstances, it could have been a form of liberalism) and swallowing it whole: She never learned how the other sides think, or why.

In television interviews she was out of her depth in a shallow pool. She was limited in her ability to explain and defend her positions, and sometimes in knowing them. She couldn't say what she read because she didn't read anything. She was utterly unconcerned by all this and seemed in fact rather proud of it: It was evidence of her authenticity. She experienced criticism as both partisan and cruel because she could see no truth in any of it. She wasn't thoughtful enough to know she wasn't thoughtful enough. Her presentation up to the end has been scattered, illogical, manipulative and self-referential to the point of self-reverence. "I'm not wired that way," "I'm not a quitter," "I'm standing up for our values." I'm, I'm, I'm.

In another age it might not have been terrible, but here and now it was actually rather horrifying.


Ms. Noonan’s full article is here

Lucky man?

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Pretty woman

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Cashing in fast

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As the 2010 Winter Olympics is less than one year away and all the hotel rooms are fully booked, the more enterprising people in the Greater Vancouver area are gearing up to earn some quick fat cash by renting out their residence to distant visitors.

Some advertisements are less truthful. Some folks in my area, which is about 45 minutes to downtown Vancouver with minimum traffic, are telling people that their places are only 30 minutes drive from Vancouver downtown. The truth is with traffic it could be one and a half hour and there will definitely be lots of traffic during the Game.

Currently, two-week rent for a two-bedroom downtown apartment is asking for $15,000 CND and it is considered normal. A house in the suburbs with convenient location also commands over $10,000 CND.

Loaded and afloat

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In my new album "Men and Lake" is a man who is loaded. I would have liked him better had he not had so much junk on his gear and worn trousers of a different colour. Two thumbs up for sleeping though.

A Canadian with style

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It's a wonderful world

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The romantic old fart who hit on me
The lonely housewife who winks at my baby
They cross path on the Internet
And weave themselves a spider's web
He put forth other men's poetry
She marvels at his sense and sensitivity
Save us a lot of trouble
How wonderful

A certain smile

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My friend's father passed away last week, after a cardiac arrest.
I re-experienced the time when my own father went.
My friend and I have lots in common; we have the same birthday, though not the same year.
Our fathers also played a similar role in our lives and left us a similar way.

Today when I listen to his old man's favourite music and am liking it again,
I once more feel honoured to have been known by this man, before his hospital days.
In his own home, sitting in his own chair, at the mention of me, he smiled.
I cannot forget that smile; however vague, however weak, whatever its significance.

Idol?

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Idol is an interesting concept to me. My friend Torkel talked about his boyhood idol, a Swedish car racer, in his latest post. It has caused me to look back and think hard to see if I had an idol in my girlhood. And, guess what, I think I did have someone resembling an idol. And she is also Swedish!

Yes, Ingrid Bergman, what I think the best actress in movie history and the world. I cannot take my eyes off her when she is on screen. On the left is what she looked like at the age of 14.

For a few years, I had her picture, which I cut out from a magazine, kept under a large piece of glass that covered my desk. I liked her best in the movies Notorious, Spellbound, and, Casablanca. I also read her autobiography Ingrid Bergman: My Story (1980) a number of times during those few years. I admire not only her looks and talents but also her sense of adventure.

I also remember that some years ago when I was sightseeing on a boat in Stockholm, the tour guide pointed at some houses spread out on a cliff and said that Ingrid Bergman's house was among them. My heart jumped at that point. How I wished I could go up there and take a closer look! I believe that was her parents' house and where she grew up. Most of her ashes, as we know, was scattered in the sea. She died in 1982 on her 67th birthday.