Mickey Kaus, one of the pioneers of political blogging, is trying out a new Twitterized set-up. Not because he’s wildly enthusiastic about the T-word, but because it offers hope of getting back to the spirit of the good old days:
A Soviet nostalgia-themed restaurant and bar in Sofia. From Yana Paskova’s images of life in the new Bulgaria.
They’re quite keen on keeping abreast of current affairs, but handing over money can be a problem for some of them:
“I don’t think you should pay for news,” Eric, a 22-year-old Chicagoan, said. “That’s something everybody should be informed in. Like, you’re going to charge me for information that’s going on around the world?” And then there’s 19-year-old Sam from San Francisco: “I really wouldn’t pay for any type of news because as a citizen it’s my right to know the news.”
Mariza is at the Barbican in a few hours. I just hope she sings this, definitive proof that not all fado songs are melancholy.
Though Britain was still struggling out of austerity, the meals at Christ Church high table were more luxurious than anything I’d come across before. It was there that I first tasted oysters — and thought wonderingly of my mother’s taste fondness for them. The dons I saw most were the small band who lived in college, among them the economist Sir Roy Harrod, who pointedly refrained from ever addressing a single remark to me in my three terms’ residence. One night I was sitting opposite him at dinner when he had a guest, for whose benefit he was identifying the various notables seated around the table. I heard his guest ask who I was, and Harrod replied, quite audibly, “Oh, that’s nobody.” The guest gave me a pitying glance and looked away.
Times have changed… Roger Scruton, former editor of The Salisbury Review, pays a visit to the Michaela Community School in Wembley. Photo posted on Twitter by the school’s headmistress, Katharine Birbalsingh (alias @Miss_Snuffy).
Another angle (slightly rude) on the Eurozone crisis. German satire rules!
[HT: Tyler Cowen]