terminate

Now, allegedly, a container ship can drag its anchor and sever communication cables, Putin can revise his definition of what construes a right to retaliate using nuclear force, and Ukraine can launch a bunch of British-made Storm Shadow/SCALP log range deep strike missiles into Russia. Meanwhile, US manufactured land mines are being laid all over Ukraine.

Terminal effectiveness in the jargon. 

Novel approach

 

I've been reviewing a couple of novels recently, one recently published and the other undergoing its last revisions. This process is interesting and similar to the one I use with my own novels before they fly.

As an experiment, I've decided to write a non-fiction book about novel writing based on my personal experiences. I once helped out with a book about railways for a local charity, but sadly, it never saw the light of day.

So here I am with a handsome stranger poised outside the city walls of an unknown world. There's some kind of drone in the sky, and the stranger looks like he's having a rough time.

Now, I need to think of a Non-Fiction Book structure. Something like:

Introduction

1: Laying the Foundation

2: Plot Development Mastery

3: Character Creation and Development

4: Setting and Worldbuilding

5: Finding Your Unique Voice

6: Scene Construction and Pacing

7: Overcoming Writer's Block

8: Editing and Revision Techniques

9: Navigating the Publishing Landscape

10: Marketing Your Novel and Building an Audience

Conclusion

We'll see.

The circle of scroll

 

I decided not to immediately immerse myself in a new social media system. After leaving the twits, I thought about the multifarious options but then decided... Nah. I'll just keep my old userids to avoid impersonation.

I can get most of my 'updates' from other sources, and anything particularly platform-dependent will be re-syndicated through many channels. Like those nauseous Chinese phone-video things.

So I'll be the person with few friends who doesn't spend hours chasing around after cats riding on Roombas.

The internet is still made of cats

ain't no sideshow now

Without his makeover, here's a multiple convicted felon, a chronic liar who tried to overturn the last election and unleash a violent mob on the nation’s Capitol, who calls America “a garbage can for the world,” and who threatens retribution against his political enemies. Amazingly, he won.

Millions of voters in the states that mattered most chose him anyway. His inflammatory rhetoric about invading immigrant hordes, the macho posturing against a female opponent, and his promise to boost an inflation-battered U.S. economy may sound fanciful, but it stuck in heads. 

He might have appeared as a Sideshow Bob, but his killer malevolence in his Mar-a-Lago lair, leaked slime and a loser's bile.

Like a bad dream, this creature has achieved an unthinkable resurrection. Sixty-three million Americans voted for Trump in 2016; and seventy-four million in 2020. We wait for this final count followed by his threats of retribution and revenge. 

Biden didn't help and threw Kamala Harris a hospital pass and even then didn't shut up. She had just over a hundred days, which was insufficient to get further than a confused deadlock.

I couldn't have predicted the winner's victory from the incessant social media and mainly vacuous analyses. But if America wants a twice-impeached, four-times-indicted, once-convicted huckster from New York who lives on a Florida golf course surrounded by stolen secrets, then that's what they deserve.

He's no real interest in the convictions of the G.O.P. candidate. An out liar in every possible way and one the most racist, sexist, and xenophobic titular heads in history. He'll seek pledges of personal loyalty from all of his appointments, like some movie godfather. 

And of course ensure he is released from all of his court cases, before he starts on his enemies. He can liberate  his supporters from the 6th January and use the military to dissuade protests. Anyone with a hint of 'independence' can be fired and his thinking on womens' rights are plain to see. For overseas matters, add big tariffs.  Trump thinks about the money and will kompromat into Putin's hands, where he is regarded as a useful idiot.

'retrograde with the reprobate' - doesn't fit on baseball caps though.

Devil came down to Georgia?

twitter abandoned at last

I've abandoned twitter now. It surprises me it has taken so long. The 'free speech' version has become infected with banal and often offensive tweets, many of which now vector to other time wasting platforms like tik-tok and similar.

There's no point in going to another copy platform either. I'd rather rely on the information that I select than on what a publishing bot increasingly curates.

The dilemma is that like Hotel California, I can check-out but never leave. I experienced this once on Meta, when I dropped a Facebook id which was quickly harvested by someone else. It is best to simply leave the twitter userids languishing but still under my ownership. Oh yes, and I'll keep my automatic posts to the platform, but really don't think I'll need to read it again.

And I get back so much free time.

rookie cleat mixup

 

Time was, when I knew my eggbeaters from my MT-51s. No longer the case. I needed some new cleats for my bike shoes and ordered a set online. Shimano shoes? Surely Shimano cleats? 

Bong. The ones I needed had to clip into Crank eggbeater pedals. I knew it as soon as I'd unscrewed the old ones, put the new ones in and went - click. Except it didn't go click. 

More a sort of scraping sound.

So now I've replaced the old cleats with new Crank gold cleats. The picture shows the 'before image'. More a sort of rust colour.

The new ones work perfectly. I've already done about 20 miles.

Desolation of Smug

I suppose Rachel Reeves played a blinder with the budget. At least it wasn't as comprehensively leaked as the last few by the Eton boyz. Of course there's a few attention grabbers, but the big play is attempting to sweep up the desolation of Smug left by the last lot.

And we see the sly boys and girls playing the markets in its wake. They are simply gambling and messing up everything for the rest of us. 28-30 is the entry age, and it seems that 2 years in business is the typical requirement. Safe hands? eh?
 

But back to the budget...I see that a few things like car tax on electric vehicles didn't get mentioned, yet I received the notification a day before the budget that I've got to pay road tax again from next year. And that fossil fuel tax for cars is being held down again. Not exactly electro-friendly.

Don't get me started on fiscal drag which is 'only' set to last until around 2030. I'd always envisaged that the rise in personal allowance would compensate for essentially a fixed income, but no, that's another source ready to plunder.

There's shenanigans around the employer tax too, which affects smaller businesses. If I still had my company I'd be paying an extra £650 employer contribution per annum or so. Hmm, makes me reconsider if I should restart it again, for my book writing. The interesting aspect is that pensioners are now being pickpocketed. I can't tell you how distressing it is to get those big extra tax bills at the end of the year. 

You could say it's a 'nice problem to have', but I can't help thinking how I scrimped and saved to have retirement income, only to see the government wasting it on frivolous schemes and subsidising big projects like nuclear submarines - oh no - wait - that was the last lot.

Unredacted Steele

A curious book, in which Christopher Steel reveals much of his life story. From school to post-Trump legal battles. I was expecting more new stuff, but I think I'd desk researched much of it previously, so the surprises were limited. 

Steel comes across as earnest, thorough and meticulous, and with huge depth, although his detractors vehemently consider otherwise. A major premise is whether Russia (Putin) interfered in the last US election (probably) and what The Kremlin is doing in the current one. Steele posits that Putin wants Trumpi to win and that the Kremlin have so much Kompromat on Trump that they can easily manipulate him.

He adds, later, that the Kremlin is cultivating anyone they expect to have significant influence, so even if the dice were to fall remarkably in the other direction that things would be covered. I'm guessing that is an increasingly unlikely outcome.

My sense is that Trump has probably done so many terrible things, that most people are inured and desensitised to whatever is discovered next. By hand-selecting most of the High Court Judges, Trump can also leap free from just about anything. I read Company Intelligence Report 2016's rebuttals by Trump's Council and laughed out loud at the very explicit denials.

Then we see that the FBI seem to have played Steele through the more recent events. Someone called Amy was initially a real person and then turned into an anodyne bot respondent to string Steele along in the later stages. He doesn't say that in his book, although I started to get a sense of a Gogol storyline playing out.

It seems as if many people in power don't want his perceptions to surface, presumably because they bring down many houses of cards. Easier to 'move along, please' instead.

So it's an interesting quandary. I suspect Steele, drawing from many detailed sources, is fundamentally correct in his analysis, although he is subjected to an absolute torrent of challenge, from Trump, Trump's supporters, the far right as well as (contrariwise) many people of power in Russia. It means he has somewhat lost his voice in this heady mix of well-known names.

And Steele suggests the shift in emphasis of the Kremlin influence model, with Sergei Kiriyenko in charge of foreign election interference. Not simply US elections, but any where there is a significant angle. 

Trump and others continue to use 'Lawfare' to try to block any attempts to be corralled and we see certain august bodies watching it all from the sidelines. These bodies are not even daring to probe senior resettled Russian officials such as Oleg Smolenkov and others who know what's on the various undisclosed tapes.

We can look at this as the early stages of strategic chaos and as Steele describes it, a new world disorder.

a few more days

I've mainly tuned this one out. It was shouty enough when I was in New York recently. Christopher Steele's book considers the Trump win a catastrophe.  A "new world disorder".

Strategic chaos.

Wobble the market

 

Goofing around, I thought I'd try this little micro-economic exercise in the FT. Interesting...I got it close to the balanced numbers but had to break a couple of Fiscal Rules that the government recently declared. The effect was to make the markets wobble, but I think it says more about the vacuousness of the markets holding the economy in their thrall.

It takes about 5 minutes to set up the parameters for a round. Fascinating.

Chunks of German with the fabulous Anja

I'm pretty sure I blogged once before about Anja, who is teaching me German. The amount of equivalent English words makes German a natural for me.  Some sample Denglisch : Apfel, Baby, Ball, Blau, Boss, Buch, Bus, Computer, Eis, E-Mail, Ellbogen, Finger, Glas, Gras, Hobby, Hotel, Information, Job, Jewel, Knie, Kuh, Milch, Meeting, Mutter, Name, Neu, Park, Radio, Reporter, Radio, Ring, Schule, Sweatshirt, Taxi, Tourist, T-Shirt, Wasser, Zoo. Other words are available.

I'm in a regular German Stammtisch every week and we chat together and discuss German grammar und so weiter. They also make fun of my use of (for example) einchecken - for check-in. I guess you could say registrieren.

I'm always the one who protests at having to learn all of those tables of 'der, die, das' and so on and say it interferes with speaking to one another. I say I prefer a 'Lego block' approach to a language where I can assemble pre-formed phrases to make longer sentences. 

Well, it turns out that Anja agrees and she calls it 'chunking' - from the British Council origination of the word - although I can't help thinking about tinned carrot jokes. 

Anyway, yesterday was a case in point where I was on a one-hour 'party' call with Anja and then jumped off the call onto Zoom with my Stammtisch buddies. For personal reasons I've missed several of the Stammtisch calls and they were surprised to see me return. However, I was immediately asked if it was alright to be tested on definite and indefinite articles and found myself in a world of nominative musculine singulars and so on. 

Now I'm more of a bluffer, so I'll admit my word-endings can sometimes come out wrong, but on the whole I go for what I think 'sounds right'. Anja has the precision to know the grammatical underpinnings and will correct mistakes, but I think we both agree it's better to have a go at the sentence rather than to remain quiet. Here's an introduction...

a Rorschach of my crash - Rachel K.

Rachel's on the left with Emily, in a Photo Booth in Woolworth's. It's not now. 

I'm mad keen on Kushner's The Flamethrowers and also just read (I'll do it again) Creation Lake. I'll review it sometime, - spoiler- five stars. 

Because of Creation Lake, I also read The Hard Crowd, which comprises essays from Kushner on many topics from her life. Starting with the Los Cabos bike race, the Baja 1000, where she's injured as she crashes a 130-mph bike when someone pulls out in front doing 30 mph. The essay evokes the grit, oil and attitudes of the riders. Something of Reno's wipe-out on the salt flats in Bonneville. With a 20-year old's perspective, so not all-knowing.

The inspirations for The Flamethrowers crop up a couple of other times in the collection, notably when she describes some pictures, which I could recognise as the novel's cover art. Weirdly I checked the current cover and found it was something different. 

Kushner is one of the coolest friends you'll meet. From Eugene, Oregon, to San Francisco, working in nightclubs, with the biggest rock bands, mentored by Don DeLillo, time in Cuba, also Jerusalem,  New York, France and Italy. And an interior worldview packed with intelligent and provoking outlooks. 

Always on and challenging. High stakes.

The internet

It's becoming worse. 

More of the systems that I use are exhibiting faults. 

I listed the undeclared change to Microsoft email yesterday. They'll, no doubt, say it was fully documented. But I didn't get or read the memo. It's a more pervasive problem. 

In the days of programmers and analysts, there was a testing protocol for new additions which ran something like - code test, module test, integration test, system test, operational proving, live. Modern systems are rebuilt daily with all the new candidates slapped in. So the effect can be somewhat wobbly.

Breughel was prescient with his tower of Babel painting illustrating Genesis 11: 1-9. One of the earliest puns, too: “Therefore its name was called Babel, because there the Lord confused the language of all the earth.” - A play on Babel and Balal "to confuse". Whatever it is , there are daily bugs and mis-fires all over the system now. 

My typical morning as far as 10:05...

1. I see a friend pop up on Facebook - I'm alerted via email. I try to read his message, but it suddenly wants a recovery code. I request one, but nothing appears. I don't respond to my friend. 
2. I want to check something in my medical records, yet find that all the older ones have mysteriously vanished from the system. 
3. One email system stops working mid-September, yet doesn't issue an alert. 
4. My electricity supplier has recently installed two new smart meters but can't pick up their data in the internet control panel. I have a new home display but find it inscrutable.
5. I try to bookmark an article but the subscription service it is from tells me incorrectly I have used my free download limit. Yes, I'm signed on. 
6. A service that I use swamps me with marketing messages becasue it hasn't separated out tranactional responses.

I could go on but I think that's enough.  

I know, I should focus on all the other systems that do work properly.

As useful as...

So now Microsoft have sheepishly stopped the routine access of Outlook from MacOS. I had to search the internet to find a notification. I've had to reset everything using Exchange now. 

"The safety and security of your information is top priority for Microsoft. To help keep your account secure, Microsoft will no longer support the use of third-party email and calendar apps which ask you to sign in with only your Microsoft Account username and password. To keep you safe you will need to use a mail or calendar app which supports Microsoft’s modern authentication methods. If you do not act, your third-party email apps will no longer be able to access your Outlook.com, Hotmail or Live.com email address on September 16th." 

 Lucky I don't depend on Microsplot mail for anything. Modern authentication methods.

Cyber

Tesla have previewed the cybercab. One has to separate the technology from the personality histrionics of its chief advocate. I'm pretty sure it will work though. My own Level 2 car with its Full Self Driving is pretty cool. It does all the stuff that my old Merc did - intelligent cruise control, speed limit adherence, self parking, and so on. 

I realise it's more about my confidence to let it get on with the driving now. I'm still nervous when it's reverse parking in a close space, say to back up to a charger point. Or that it can do a kind of controlled overtaking where it puts a blue box onto the diagram of where it intends to position during the manouevre. 

It begs a question though. The cybercab is doing all of this in a form-factor hardly any different from a regular car. But then something like Waymo takes a Jaguar and adds enough gadgetry to make it a candidate for a robo-cop movie.

I guess I'd be more cautious around a tricked out iPace.

Isle and Empires, Stephan Roman

I've been reading a book about the Romanovs and their visit to the Isle of Wight in the early 1900s. It was recommended to me by the owner of the house where we were staying and then, when in Cowes, I enquired about it (not remembering the title nor the author) in a friendly bookshop. 

True serendipity when the bookshop owner knew the book and mentioned that he had published it. Sadly it was out of print. 

Then the magic words... "I think I may have a copy around the back, let me have a look." 

Minutes later he returned saying he'd found the very last copy. A signed copy no less and Stephan Roman is related to the Romanovs. He's updated the book to include reflections upon Putin and Ukraine in a 2022 preface. 

 It's a fascinating read too, though not for the faint-hearted because it deals with the period leading to the Russian revolution when Bolsheviks gained control and the ex-Tsar was moved to the Russian town of Ekaterinburg. 

 The prisoners were the Imperial family: the former Tsar Nicholas, his wife Alexandra and their children, Olga, Tatiana, Maria, Anastasia and Alexey. Thirteen days later, at Commandant Yakov Yurovsky’s command, and on direct orders from Moscow, the family was gunned down in a blaze of bullets in a basement room.

In the main setting for the book, centred around the Isle of Wight we see the imperial yacht Standart escorted by Russian cruisers and destroyers, bringing Tsar Nicholas, the Tsarina Alexandra and their children to the island and a spectacular welcome by King Edward VII with a review of the Royal Navy in its then awe-inspiring might. 

 While cannon thundered, bands played and seamen cheered, the British royal yacht Victoria and Albert steamed slowly between the lines of warships. 

The two monarchs (remarkably similar in appearance) stood on the yacht’s deck saluting in response, with Nicholas in the uniform of a British admiral. 

 It was the week of the Cowes Regatta, the climax of British smart society’s summer season, and Spithead was crowded with launches and pleasure steamers full of spectators. In the evening, King Edward entertained the Russian party to dinner on the Victoria and Albert and there was presently a dinner party on the spacious Standart. 

Tsar Nicholas had meetings with Prime Minister Asquith and Foreign Secretary Sir Edward Grey. The visit lasted only until August 6th. The two royal families were closely related and on friendly terms. 

Nicholas was a nephew of King Edward’s consort, Queen Alexandra, and the tsarina was a granddaughter of Queen Victoria. King Edward had been one of her godfathers and treated her very affectionately and she had fond memories of England. 

The king’s grandsons, David and Bertie, the future Edward VIII and George VI, were cadets at the naval college at Osborne, but Bertie developed whooping cough and was not allowed near his Russian relatives for fear of infecting the tsar’s haemophiliac son Alexei. 

David showed his ‘Uncle Nicky’ round the college, astonished at the elaborate police precautions that surrounded his every move. No one could foresee the dark days ahead, when George V refused to allow Tsar Nicholas and his family to escape to England from the Bolshevik Revolution such that the last Romanovs were brutally murdered in Ekaterinburg in 1918.

Mer means Meh.

I've driven about 25,000 miles in my electric car now. It charges swiftly and has lost 1% of its original capacity in around 2 years. 

That's from 336 to 328 miles for a full charge. I cannot say enough about how good the Superchargers are, compared with many of the other offerings. Fast, simple, reliable, hassle-free.

Last week I was in Ventnor, and tried the central car park EV chargers. The first two were out of order (Mer). The next two said they worked but would not accept credit cards. 

I tried the Mer App instead; it didn't work about half a dozen times (Definition of insanity springs to mind). I went to another street recharger (also Mer). Guess what ? it was a different style of unit but also didn't work. I note that these have all been installed with Isle of Wight funding, so there a reasonable follow-up for someone. 

 Meh. 

 I did finally recharge in a friendly hotel, enough for my 130 mile homeward journey, part of the way by ship.

Sublime - Will Young

Like we had a concert in our lounge. 

Will Young and Christian on keys plays and Will sings many tracks perfectly as acoustic renditions from both Will's back catalogue and newest album. Sublime. Get tickets and go.

Henged

Seeing as I was right by Stonehenge a few days ago, I thought I'd pay it another visit. I'd been staying in the nearby hotel which I also used as a car booster charge.

My recollection was of a long walk from the visitor centre to the actual stones. I wasn't disappointed and the route was across some fields with n'er a sighting of the stones until very close. I guess it was about 2 miles. 

You can just make out the stones in the middle of this picture, some distance away.

As always, there was a large group of people walking around the monoliths, but I was surprised to see that the photo guides to the stones have been modernised and offer suggestions about the best selfies and quirky pictures to take. I found this slightly disappointing, considering we were marvelling at 4,000 years of history. 

I also felt that I was kept further back from the stones now. I seem to remember almost being able to drift through them, but I suppose it's my unreliable memory playing tricks. This time I was a long way from the stones, aided by my iPhone's zoom lens.

The most uncomfortable part of the experience was the lengthy delay to buy a ticket and get into the visitor centre. It took ages; maybe it is done to manage the flow of people to the monuments? Once past the queue, I was able to find the museum and walk through it to get some sense of the history of all the henges.

Then the walk to the actual stones. There's a full account of them here: http://www.stonesofstonehenge.org.uk/search/label/Slaughter%20Stone

and it includes putting the record straight on a few, such as the 'Slaughter Stone'.

And here's a look back after the experience. Quite a line of people. Soon they will all be in the rather packed gifte shoppe.

And maybe,  back in the day, there were even more people attending the special ceremonies at Stonehenge? Was it for funerals? Spiritual matters? astronomical observance, or perhaps to recreate stories from the past, handed down as word of mouth and as re-enactments.

 

Creation Lake - before*

{Rachel Kuschner on a Ford Galaxy}

Some may recollect I started a journey around the UK in April, visiting friends before heading for the island of Rhodes and then catching an ocean-going liner to New York.

At the start I was recommended a bookshop in Frome, where I was unsuccessful in obtaining Slouching Towards Bethlehem, although I did get to hear the story of Joan Didion's smokin' banana yellow Corvette.

{Joan Didion smoking on her yellow Corvette Stingray}

The Frome evidence is all here, right back from that original post. A more recent signifier is the life passage of the Atlantic Ocean passing by every day. A voyage of clarity as well as a new supply of Jelly Beans of Thought.

And now it's September and I think I should declare at least a Waypoint in my trip. My white car has been depranged too, but I won't be sitting on Alice's bonnet.

I'm waiting to read Creation Lake, by Rachel Kuschner, who first ensnared me with The Flamethrowers, many years ago. All motorbikes and urgent Italian rebels.

Her Hard Crowd car pose is no accident- a full hat tip to Joan Didion. My experience of Kushner’s writing is fluidity and clarity, possessing a rhythm as determined as any ocean. There's vibrancy, strangeness, parallels, poise and wariness. She writes like she has reached the next level, or two, probably at 140 mph.

She is a champion of other, often parallel realities. I'm anticipating Creation Lake to promise similar intrigues.

Espionage, seduction, and the allure of the past as a ruthless American female agent for hire is sent to the French countryside to mix things up with French environmentalists. Blend in some humour, sparkle and philosophy and what's not to like?*

*I'm guessing at the moment but have high hopes. It's out next week.

A Chorus Line

 

We decided to see A Chorus Line once more. It's a simple premise as the potential cast for a chorus line are assembled and divulge their back-stories, hopes and aspirations. 

No need to worry about attendance. This is still a hot ticket!

And I still remember all of the lyrics for most of the tunes. Disorienting to see it in London  because it is set in New York a few days after we returned from Broadway.

One Singular Sensation.

Points, prizes, and elephants

 I used to base myself around Times Square when in New York. 

Then I branched out to a few other venues.  The Waldorf Astoria, when I still had points make prizes, and I could get invited out of the checkin line to the special checkin with champagne service. Sadly the Waldorf looks like a building site at present - undergoing renovations, which include reducing the number of rooms. Sounds expensive.

Then there's the Pierre, up by Central Park. Another old-school ritzy type of venue, where I was fortunate enough to be placed in the spacious Presidential Suite - with its own manned elevator. I was fronting a group of high rollers on that occasion, but came out as the top banana. I still remember hiring a ballroom and the $38,000 bill (not just for me, I hasten to add). I asked for the bill to be printed and received about a foot of fan-folded paper (which had certain blackmail potential).

Subsequent visits have been more modest but I was still able to stay at (for example) The Soho Grand, which is like an all-night party.

And this time still spiffy on the 10th floor in Chelsea.

So back to Times Square. I've stayed at The Sheraton, The Marquis and the W, from each of which one can tip out onto the bustle of -er- tourists in Manhattan. My stay at any of them would be courtesy of cashing in  loyalty points. 

The thing about Times Square is its busy-ness. Nightime cab tail lights aglow and everyone walking in the road. 

We decided to see a show on Broadway and the criteria was a musical not already in London. 

We picked Water for Elephants. which was playing along the busy part adjacent to Broadway, yet is reminiscent of a building site. London's West End is certainly tidier. 

Oculus

 

Different visits to New York have seen the area around the World Trade Center redevelop. Now it incorporates the transport hub known as The Oculus. 

It's a structure that shouts 'photograph me!' and its size is enormous. My picture shows One World Trade Center in the background and the mega-structure of the Oculus in the foreground. 

Peek inside and it's a transport hub underground, with a massive Westfield shopping mall at a convenient shopping level, complete with all the usual suspects. 

Between the shopping Mall and the new World Trade Centre are the two ominous black squares and the monument where the original twin towers stood. 

High Line ramble

 

The High Line is quite an attraction, leading along the old train tracks from Chelsea Village up into midtown. 

At various places the original tracks are still visible, where freight trains used to chug along the edge of the Hudson River, until the the line was closed and then saved from piecemeal redevelopment. 

Instead it became a linear park dotted with cafes and stalls. It turns inland to midtown behind the Hudson Yards where Long Island Rail Road (LIRR) trains are stored to support 200,000 daily passengers. 

The midtown end settles close to W 34th Street, which flourishes Penn Street Station, Madison Gardens, Macy's and the Empire State Building. Decidedly walkable with the wild flowers contriving to make it seem not a lot slower than a taxi.

Industrial heritage becomes mindful.

The view from the 67th floor.

One of the well known views in New York on my iPhone. From the Rockefeller Center facing towards the Hudson and with the Statue of Liberty in the distance. Oh yes, and One World Trade Center in the distance and the Empire State Building prominent in the foreground. 

Skew

Oh yes, there were red baseball caps on sale on street corners. 

The TV channels were mostly polarised. Fox vs MSNBC. Choose your rhetoric. 

Curiously it was similar with the Olympics coverage. The US channels seemed to only feature America, except when Frenchman Leon Marchand won the swimming - but even then they found the story that he had been trained in the USA. 

Lunchtime Paris 2024 cafe society at the Rockefeller Centre