Corona Diary: Entry 5
Week? Another one just went by. The days and nights ebb and flow. When they flow it seems almost normal. There is a structure. I get up, I dress, I make my bed and my coffee. A meeting starts. People…
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Week? Another one just went by. The days and nights ebb and flow. When they flow it seems almost normal. There is a structure. I get up, I dress, I make my bed and my coffee. A meeting starts. People…
Does it Matter? For a moment, I felt like I was channeling Captain Jean-Luc Picard of Star Trek: Enterprise. There he was, in deep space, passing endless days boldly going where no man (or woman) had gone before, and making…
It’s the uncertainty that makes this hard. If we knew we had a week, a month, or three and that then life would be back to normal, we’d be able to manage better. It would be like a mini-hiatus from…
Human Security is National Security: Opening the Pentagon’s coffers to defray the costs of this pandemic This will be a meandering post with a destination, I hope. It’s funny how despite all our powers, for good or bad, nature always…
Dear friends, Back to diary time. I confess, the boredom is already seeping in and I’m used to working from home! But here are three thoughts and a tweet: 1. The governmental responses in the UK and US are indicative…
In 1909, in support of female garment workers protesting their working conditions, the Socialist Party of America designated March 8th as a day to honour women. By 1917 women in Russia were protesting for ‘bread and peace’ against a backdrop…
Day 235 in the Age of T: The new #MuslimBan3 puts new restrictions on many of us – for Iranians it means no family members can get visas to visit their US based relatives. No grannies or grampas, no cousins or aunties…
Day 134 in the age of 45. All this violence is making my heart crack into a thousand pieces. When it’s London, the feeling is visceral, because it is home. It is where my sister and mother, an array of cousins…
Irony, satire, and even political slapstick are facing extinction. Everyday an item that should be a headline in the Onion is a New York Times lede. It’s hard to keep up with either the domestic or foreign news. On the…
Day 108 in the Age of …what? Extremism? For sure! Madness? Indeed! Topsy turviness? Yes, I’ll go with that one too. Unlike TV soap operas, I cannot give you snippets of the story so far. So many things are going…
Day 101 in the age of 45. I’ve been procrastinating on writing this one. What is there to say? We are alive. That’s good. That we have to pause and be grateful for being alive is not so good. In…
Day 82 in the Age of 45. It’s been a while since last I wrote. I have been traveling for work outside of the US. For just a few days I thought that maybe by being far away, or by…
Day 62 in the Age of Trump. Yesterday my London was attacked. Why and who is still unknown. But the ‘how’ was plain for all to see. We are in the age of extremism – and that means entrepreneurial terrorism…
Day 58 in the age of 45 – and it is an auspicious night. Tomorrow is Nowruz, the ancient Persian New Year, celebration of the first day of Spring, of life and light and colour. Because we of the east…
Day 50 in the age of extremism – and it goes on. We look for moments of light and hope. We also create them, and remind ourselves of the goodness that does exist. Tomorrow in New York as the Commission…