Bin Laden dead, is that the end?

Will there ever be an end to this hatred?

I do not understand all the celebrations taking place in the US, the jubilation.

Has ‘justice’ really been done? And how can anyone celebrate a person being killed? 

Wouldn’t a quiet gathering to remember all the victims be more respectful? Is there really cause for jubilation?

Terrible things have happened. I remember that September day vividly, listening to the news, unable to comprehend. 

Nobody knows how to solve such a tragedy, one that is far from being over. His death will make him a martyr. There is no right and wrong. The ‘problem’ will not go away with his death.

What will happen now? More attacks, more hatred. That we can be sure of.

“Please let them celebrate, they are celebrating their own end,” said Abu Aziza on the Islamic Awakening forum. “Oh Allah destroy this nation for their hatred and enmity toward your deen (religion).”

I’m writing this, chilled to the bone. How do you explain all this to young children. What legacy are leaving for them?
What happens next?
This is not a time for jubilation, but for reflection.
  •  “I’ve never wished a man dead, but I have read some obituaries with great pleasure.” –Mark Twain
Well, I wouldn’t say pleasure but I certainly will not miss him and all that he represents.

  • Boris Vian wrote a book called ‘J’irai cracher sur vos tombes”, which means I will spit on your graves.
I think it’s time to move on from all the hatred and learn from all the mistakes.

“I mourn the loss of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy.” – 

I saw that quote on the internet like many, attributed to Martin Luther King. Some say it was a rehash of one of his speeches…
Whether it is or not, it reflects my feelings.

Where is home anyway?

A post inspired by:

H- Home is Where the Heart is

I’m British but grew up all over the place, so for a long time nowhere felt like home. I feel quite bohemian.

Since I’ve had my kids, anywhere I am with them is fine by me as long as they’re happy.

I do feel a strong connection with France though and I have a special place in Portugal. I don’t know why but I feel at peace there, plus they adore children.

Also, I speak French fluently and haven’t got tired of confusing the French. When they hear me switching from English to French without accent, they think I am indeed French, hilarious.


Letter from ‘Manhattan’ by Joan Didion

Wisdom is hard to find. Happiness takes research.

Self-absorption is general, as is self-doubt. In the large coastal cities of the United States this summer many people wanted to be dressed in “real linen,” cut by Calvin Klein to wrinkle, which implies real money. In the large coastal cities of the United States this summer many people wanted to be served the perfect vegetable terrine. It was a summer in which only have-nots wanted a cigarette or a vodka-and-tonic or a charcoal-broiled steak. It was a summer in which the more hopeful members of the society wanted roller skates, and stood in line to see Woody Allen’s Manhattan, a picture in which, toward the end, the Woody Allen character makes a list of reasons to stay alive. “Groucho Marx” is one reason, and “Willie Mays” is another. The second movement of Mozart’s “Jupiter” Symphony. Louis Armstrong’s “Potato Head Blues.” Flaubert’s A Sentimental Education. This list is modishly eclectic, a trace wry, definitely OK with real linen; and notable, as raisons d’être go, in that every experience it evokes is essentially passive. This list of Woody Allen’s is the ultimate consumer report, and the extent to which it has been quoted approvingly suggests a new class in America, a subworld of people rigid with apprehension that they will die wearing the wrong sneaker, naming the wrong symphony, preferring Madame Bovary.

What is arresting about these recent “serious” pictures of Woody Allen’s, about Annie Hall and Interiors as well as Manhattan, is not the way they work as pictures but the way they work with audiences. The people who go to see these pictures, who analyze them and write about them and argue the deeper implications in their texts and subtexts, seem to agree that the world onscreen pretty much mirrors the world as they know it. This is interesting, and rather astonishing, since the peculiar and hermetic self-regard in Annie Hall and Interiorsand Manhattan would seem nothing with which large numbers of people would want to identify. The characters in these pictures are, at best, trying. They are morose. They have bad manners. They seem to take long walks and go to smart restaurants only to ask one another hard questions. “Are you serious about Tracy?” the Michael Murphy character asks the Woody Allen character in Manhattan. “Are you still hung up on Yale?” the Woody Allen character asks the Diane Keaton character. “I think I’m still in love with Yale,” she confesses several scenes later. “You are?” he counters, “or you think you are?” All of the characters in Woody Allen pictures not only ask these questions but actually answer them, on camera, and then, usually in another restaurant, listen raptly to third-party analyses of their own questions and answers.



Read the rest in The New York Review of Books :

Photoshop in schools?

Seen in the New York Times:

The practice of altering photos, long a standard in the world of glossy magazines and fashion shoots, has trickled down to the wholesome domain of the school portrait. Parents who once had only to choose how many wallet-size and 5-by-7 copies they wanted are now being offered options like erasing scars, moles, acne and braces, whitening teeth or turning a bad hair day into a good one.

Say what?

But parents who choose to edit also run the risk of “potentially validating the concerns that it is not O.K. to be that way,” Dr. Peterson said.

No kidding!

Read the article here:

In response to one of the comment on Mummy Bloggers discussion:

Wouldn’t children who have their photos retouched be more prone to teasing? Everybody in their class would know that’s not how they look like, I think it would give more power to potential bullies. As teenagers, let them make that decision, but photoshopping is not going to change the way they look in real life.

David Grossman’s Latest Novel Shows His

Cover of "To the End of the Land"

Cover of To the End of the Land

David Grossman’s Latest Novel Shows His Pain, and Israel’s –

MEVASSERET ZION, Israel — In the middle of David Grossman’s latest novel, “To the End of the Land,” now out in English, the main character, a middle-aged Israeli Everywoman named Ora whose son has gone off to battle with the Israeli Army, stands with her ex-lover atop Mount Meron in northern Israel and looks out at the Hula Valley.

In a country that reveres its great writers, Israeli novelist David Grossman stands out. He is often referred to as “the conscience of the country.” The World’s Matthew Bell met with Grossman at his home outside of Jerusalem to talk about his latest novel, “To the End of the Land.” The book tells the story of a woman terrified of losing her son in the army. Grossman’s own son was killed while in the military.