Back to Brasil

It is fascinating how our minds and the memories that lay within work.  I was searching for something about Nigeria; read an article on HIV, which somehow led me to a piece on parks in the nation's Capitol.

This triggered an old memory of a leisurely and uncommon walk with a colleague from the NIH along the Potomac River (in Georgetown) and then to the chairman of the Department of Parasitology, where I toiled long enough to get vested.

I promised to visit the aging Professors at their summer home in Long Island, and now time is slipping away as they celebrate life in their 80s, spending 3 months of the year in Brasil where they both went to medical school and met. 

This piece about their frequent returns to their medical school roots is edifying.

The fate of Bradbury's home

I learned today that Ray Bradbury's house in Los Angeles, which sold for more than a million dollars, is being torn down.

In his own words


NaNoWriMo 2

Not as much concentration as I had last November, but hope to complete 50,000 words this year.

Guilford, Vermont Art Studio @2007

The work will qualify as personal and should be a positive challenge.


Months ago...and now

Summer is nearly gone.

I have left the country and have once more become a City Mouse.

I have articles I put in "follow up" from months ago and read slowly, and occasionally.   Today or rather this evening, just before dusk, I read a magazine article written by Mariane Pearl about Cuba.

I had several reasons why I wanted to read the piece:  I remember how distressed I was by Ms. Pearl's tragic loss.  Without much irony, I met several colleagues of Daniel Pearl just a few miles from where I am sitting now.    I realized while getting misdirected, something different than lost, a couple of hours ago, that it is September 11, and another anniversary and more memories of loss.

And I was excited to read about Cuba, and pleased that in my lifetime North Americans may once again visit the country.

Castro in the 60s

Batista in the 60s

I have some memories, not of Cuba, but of Cubans I've met or known in the years since Castro had a Revolution, and Batista was overthrown.  I have met rebels, Republicans, former Senators, and those eager to share and exchange biomedical theories and knowledge.

The former Senator I knew was a man I often had lunch with in the 60s.  He left me with sharp memories of his fierce belief that Castro would be overthrown, but only after we finished eating our corn beef sandwiches.   Yes, he had a great sense of humor.  Unfortunately, his blood was spilled before I could grasp the significance of his misdirected hopes or reach a greater political maturity. 

Years later, perhaps two decades in number, a man who looked nothing like my Senator, but who was clean shaven, slender and tall with impeccable manners entered my office and greeted me by name.   I never did understand how my name reached into the infectious disease annals of this and another communist country, or how I could graciously express my regret that I was unable to exchange research material.

It is a great loss that my Senator is gone.  It is a great loss to medical research that we were unable to exchange knowledge with the Cubans especially inasmuch as they were outstanding researchers and had first hand experience with human malaria, P. falciparum.

Mariane Pearl painted such a clear picture of her Cuba that I could close my eyes and step onto the street with her and her cousin, Julia. 


Snowed in and thinking about

Lugano in June

and trying to remember the name of a cafe and hotel when I visited.

Also remembering amphitheatres I've seen in cold and warm weather

and how "The Hunger Games" remind me of these fora.


Virginia Woolf's advice on writing

For higher resolution and complete list see here.

I especially regret my own inconsistency in journal keeping, and perhaps even a tad sorry I destroyed many of them.


Cartoonists draw out, "Je suis Charlie"

Outpouring of words, and drawings from all around the net, and these from cartoonists around the world at Reuters.

NPR Morning News mentioned this one (above) this morning.

A recent find by Mana Neyestani (Iranian)


Je suis Charlie

Before I had my first morning coffee, I had received three news alerts that a shooting had occurred in Paris at the Charlie Hebdo offices, with possibly 12 dead.

All this was quickly confirmed on my public radio station by Democracy Now, and then BBC.  The Guardian and the New York Times both had live feeds from Paris.   With so many hours difference, it was not easy to keep up with what happened when.

Georges Wolinski Desk, Courtesy his Daughter by instagram

Although I often weep at death, I have a particular sensitivity to journalists deaths, and this murder is no different.  Whether Charlie Hebdo's editors did right or wrong is not the question.

The bigger question is why "senseless killing?"

The Times just sent through its afternoon update with this headline.

Long before Theo van Gogh was killed in Amsterdam in 2004, it was clear that integration in Europe was fragile.  It remains so, and perhaps increases with time. 

It is unlikely we'll see much positive change as retribution seems to operate on a larger scale than compassion.