I Become a Grandmother

Of course, I knew the baby was coming, I just didn’t think she would arrive four weeks early. Amanda very carefully arranged her four weeks pre-natal leave, went to her last day of work on a Monday, and her water broke that night. Best laid plans, and all that. The process of having the babyContinue reading “I Become a Grandmother”

Art in the age of Post-Truth: Damien Hirst at the Venice Biennale

One stupendous appropriation of archaeology by an artist at the Biennale was the exhibit by Damien Hirst, “Treasures from the Wreck of the Unbelievable”. This work takes up a total of almost 40 rooms in two different buildings and is not a part of the Biennale but is displayed as though it were an associatedContinue reading “Art in the age of Post-Truth: Damien Hirst at the Venice Biennale”

History, arts and culture–if this is the result of high taxes, give me some.

At the end of the road on Tjeldoya Island (and that is saying something) we parked, got out to fish and amid the ruined bunkers of the WWII Fort Tjeldodden we found Georg’s Plass, a picnic spot complete with tables, benches, fire pit, tripod and cooking vessel, dishes, cups and other supplies in a settingContinue reading “History, arts and culture–if this is the result of high taxes, give me some.”