No longer the RajWritten by Holmes Charnley
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Well, as I say, when I first came across this story, it was amusing from point of view of trying to fathom out what reaction would be, should such a shop open where I live. Living amidst rolling hills of a rural county in England has many advantages, of course. I like landscape. I like smell of harvest. But unlike harvest, I can't say I've ever smelt family who live down road...
You see, a lot of older generation still think they are sipping gin and tonics, fanned by natives, as they lounge on verandah out in India.
The Raj is over. The empire IS nothing but an insipid little man called Tony. And that's alright with me.
Welcome to a multi~cultural England, dear.
Tonight, I play rhumba louder…
Freelance Journalist based in UK. Individual, light-hearted style but still with the power to make you think.
GlobalizationWritten by Slawek
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I am not interested in protesters, just as I feel distant from theoreticians attempting to usurp throne of Supreme Creator. What I see, what stinks of arrogance and our rapaciousness, turning everything into a comic book. Globalization has become what today twists us most. Out of all great people known to me, only Pope discerns weaknesses of this process. Unfortunately, those who could help in improving audibility of his words keep silent, or amplify them in such way that they become a part of our comic book. "The American Beauty", one of most interesting American films of final years of 20th century brilliantly conveys atmosphere of life in times of globalization (though this was not aim of its creators) – I wholeheartedly recommend that you see this picture, if you have not done that already (one could add here yet another title from past century, "The Magnolias"), and my personal observations, of a man moving without a hurry, because he LIVES AND IS…
So much for my loose notes of observations of a man moving without a hurry, because he LIVES AND IS! One could write an excellent article about “hiccupping, hollering in a sandbox, about thinking-unthinking”, only this would be pointless, as all write this way.
We have just returned from Utah from our New Year skiing. Imagine unending fog in a city surrounded by Rocky Mountains (Salt Lake City) and beautiful sunshine up in mountains, white pure snow around. We were lucky to ski in one of few remaining centers not allowing use of snowboards. The beautifully located Alta, cheaper by half than competitors, vanquishes others with its unique charm. The four of us, as you know, adore mountains and throughout year we dream of skiing, remaining firmly in our lowlands. I’d better finish this scribbling. Hugs…