Saturday, December 16, 2017

Surrealism and the city – in pictures | Art and design | The Guardian

Women of the world unite!

The only sin, wrote C.G. JUNG is unconsciousness!

Greed is what happened! Rampant, uncontrolled greed. But, trust me,we will pay for it!

What is Hannukah? | Euronews

Simple. To protect themselves from lawsuits!

Simple, higher fees, less freedom!

I find this difficult to believe!

So, how to donate? I´m one of Santa´s helpers!

They´re all corrupt! But, what does it say about us, as we vote for them?

It´s a completely different way of experiencing a movie, when you sit in a dark room with other people. You are sucked up into thes story.

Ethiopia's living churches – in pictures | Travel | The Guardian

A revolutionary train journey across wartime Europe - SWI swissinfo.ch

Friday, December 15, 2017

IN SEARCH OF SCOTLAND: A bicycle-riding robot tours Scotland!

Mark Twain: “There are five kinds of actresses. Bad actresses, fair actresses, good actresses, great actresses, and then there is Sarah Bernhardt.”

Because some people know there are other worlds!

I´m just glad I don´t live there anymore!

MAKE AMERICAN STUPID AGAIN!

OH WOE BE UNTO WEINSTEIN FOR 7 GENERATIONS!

A journey through a land of extreme poverty: welcome to America | Society | The Guardian

California Warns People to Limit Exposure to Cellphones 

California Warns People to Limit Exposure to Cellphones : "HEALTH
California Warns People to Limit Exposure to Cellphones "



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American Pathology!

Congressional candidate Andrea Ramsey leaves Kansas race after harassment allegations resurface - The Washington Post

UPS Loses Family’s $846K Inheritance, Offers to Refund $32 Shipping Fee

Oh, woe be unto UPS for this!

American Pathology!

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Drone Flies Over Lake, Captures Footage Of Strange Hole In Water - Page 19 of 26 - Travel Whip

Monster Sharks: Four Fierce Giants That Rival Greenland's Ancient Beast

Putin Is Preparing for World War III—Is Trump?

'Flirty secretary' smart assistant taken offline in China - BBC News

Friluftsliv: The Nordic concept of getting outdoors

BBC - Travel - Where Australians can’t understand English

Androids, cyborgs, ropeeps, coming!

'Only a matter of time, until...

“Because Europe is not America, and because we don’t target a world market with movies that cater to the lowest common denominator to appeal to everybody.

Wim Wenders: 'Europe's treasure is in its diversity' | Euronews: "“Because Europe is not America, and because we don’t target a world market with movies that cater to the lowest common denominator to appeal to everybody."



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صلح - peace

More scuz!

What a sad time in the U.S.

It´s only a matter of time, until...

The U.S. getting ready for war!

As the stock market gleefully claws its way to more record-breaking highs, Forbes reports a full 56% of US Americans now have less than $1,000 to their names — and 25% have less than $100.

The stoned housewives of Washington, DC | 1843

How Trump’s skepticism of U.S. intelligence on Russia left an election threat unchecked - Washington Post

How Trump’s skepticism of U.S. intelligence on Russia left an election threat unchecked - Washington Post

Cycling History Repeats itself!

Chris Froome Tests Positive, and Cycling History Repeats itself


 Admit it: a feeling it would happen. I had a feeling it would happen.
How could anyone not?
Chris Froome, the four-time Tour de France winner, confirmed on Wednesday that he tested positive for excessively high amounts of the asthma drug salbutamol during the Vuelta a España in September, on his way to victory in that Grand Tour. The level of the drug found in his urine was twice the amount allowed by antidoping rules.
This news comes as no surprise. Not necessarily because it was Froome, the 32-year-old rider for Britain’s Team Sky who has dominated cycling in recent years. But because the revelation fits right in with a Tour tradition.
So Froome’s name now goes on the growing list of cycling champions turned infamous for failed drug tests or doping admissions: Lance Armstrong. Floyd Landis. Jan Ullrich. Alberto Contador. And on and on.
The last time there were back-to-back Tours de France without the winner becoming entangled in a doping scandal was 1995, when Miguel Induráin of Spain won his fifth and final Tour. (Yet he too, once failed a test for an asthma drug but was not punished.)
That’s an entire generation of embarrassment for a sport and its biggest stars. Three of those riders — Armstrong, Landis and Contador — have been stripped of some or all of their victories, but those falls from grace didn’t happen without a fight. And it looks as if Froome is preparing to dig in for one, too.
Continue reading the main story
Froome, who has had asthma since childhood and has often used inhalers in public, may face a suspension of a year or more. But don’t think for a second that he and his powerful, often sanctimonious team are going to roll over and accept a ban.
Be prepared for explanations and excuses, and they had better be good, because cycling investigators have heard some doozies. Tyler Hamilton once blamed a doping positive on a vanishing twin in his mother’s womb. Landis once attributed a suspicious surge in testosterone on too many swigs of whiskey.
For the moment, Froome is free to continue racing, and he isn’t panicking. At least not publicly.
He told The Guardian and Le Monde that his asthma had worsened during the Vuelta, so he just followed a Team Sky doctor’s orders to increase the amount of salbutamol he was already taking. The drug opens airways — an undeniably helpful result in a sport like cycling — and some argue that if a handful of riders can take it for asthma, then every rider should be allowed to do the same. And why wouldn’t they? Salbutamol has been used to increase endurance and increase lean muscle mass — basically the reasons the World Anti-Doping Agency affixed a limit to the amount an athlete could have in their system.
But even if a doctor told Froome to take more of the drug, Froome should have known better — he must know better — because that isn’t going to fly with antidoping experts.
To be even clearer: If Froome’s version of events is true, he made a rookie mistake. It would also be a surprise if Froome couldn’t feel the difference between the regular amount of salbutamol he takes, and twice that amount. And the consequences of getting caught doing so should have been obvious to an athlete who — as he admitted — knew he was going to be tested repeatedly.
So right now we know this: Something went very wrong for Froome at the Vuelta, and that something, now and perhaps forever, has put a black mark next to his name in every record book.
“I am confident that we will get to the bottom of this,” Froome wrote on his Twitter page. “Unfortunately I can’t share any more information than I already have.”
As you read this sentence, Dave Brailsford, Team Sky’s principal and founder, is becoming an expert on salbutamol, which is a twist. Over the years, he has talked a lot about drugs, but only about how none of his riders use them, and often — despite increasingly unexplainable incidents — with how-dare-you-insinuate-that-they-are-not-clean indignation.
In 2016, he brushed off the revelation by Russian hackers that the 2012 Tour winner, Bradley Wiggins, had gotten official clearance to use more than his fair share of otherwise restricted or barred drugs. That same year, he dealt with the fallout from the delivery of a mysterious medical package to Wiggins at the 2011 Critérium du Dauphiné, a critical Tour de France warm-up race.
Froome’s failed test could be different, though. Team Sky was founded in 2009 on the pompous premise that the organization had a zero tolerance for performance-enhancing drug use and that it would fire anyone with a doping past. It was quite a bold and somewhat ridiculous idea, and the sideways glances only multiplied as Froome and Team Sky ascended mountain after mountain with improbable ease.
We’ll find out now if Team Sky’s stated zero tolerance applies to its best rider. If Froome can’t wiggle out of a suspension with an acceptable explanation, does it mean his time with Sky is over? My guess is it won’t be — at least not if Brailsford can help it. After all, cycling’s rules are often broken or, at the very least, bent to fit the needs of a team or its star.
But if history has taught us anything, it is that the most dominant riders in cycling are the ones who fall the hardest.


Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Top inventions and technical innovations of World War 2 | Expert Reviews

But, what if I don´t want 1 million Euros?

Salma Hayek Says 'Monster' Harvey Weinstein Sexually Harassed Her | Time

Trump wants war, not peace!

How ´bout getting laid in front of a wood fire?

C´mon, do they really believe such?

White men in suits, the PROBLEM!

Women of the world unite!

I don´t blame him!

SoCal, bad karma!

Rediculous! All you need to do is exercise!

When scoundrels get caught out - False promises

Artificial Intelligence Is Killing the Uncanny Valley and Our Grasp on Reality | WIRED

HL should read Why It's Not Ready for the PRIME Time | WIRED

Modern life ideas, so wrong!

BBC - Culture - Preserving Morocco's grand gardens

I´ll never fly commercially again!

Aborigies, are the original engineers. Why are there not more of us? | Tamina Pitt | Opinion | The Guardian

After Froome’s failed drug test is this the end for Team Sky? | Sport | The Guardian

Mountain: a movie that reaches new peaks of cinematography | Travel | The Guardian

Women of the world unite!

No wonder they´re fighting back!

Suggested Messages for The President’s Christmas Card

Thank God, I don´t live there!

Basel's Tri-national Streetcar Connects France, Switzerland, Germany - CityLab

If you wonder why I don´t do medical doctors or hospitals, here´s another reason!

What Is Ripple and Why Is It Beating Both Bitcoin and Litecoin? | Fortune

KEEP Net neutrality!

When governments injure or kill someone, all they do is apologize. Sorry about killing your son, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time!

Full text of "The wisdom of the Brahmin,¨ by Friedrich Ruckert, an 19thC. German poet.

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YOU HAVE NOT LIVED!
(Friedrich Ruckert, THE VALUE OF TIME!)

H.

Switzerland's Gotthard road tunnel closed by deadly crash - BBC News

Swedish company builds food-laden 'Plantscaper' to feed the cities of the future

...that does not match reality. And pretell, what is reality?

How to Make a Bike - Bloomberg

50 Charming Small Towns to Visit If You Love Winter | Travel | US News

Women of the world unite!

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

11 Things We Learned From Our Readers This Year - The New York Times

Bitcoin Is Soaring. Here's Why It's Not Ready for the Big Time | WIRED

BBC - Culture - The designers taking the kimono into the future

'Women are better writers than men': novelist John Boyne sets the record straight | Books | The Guardian

The traditional Chinese dance troupe China doesn’t want you to see | News | The Guardian

Chinese authorities collecting DNA from all residents of Xinjiang | World news | The Guardian

France leading the world in thinking!

Do the Wrong Thing — It’s The American Way in the Era of Trump

Do the Wrong Thing — It’s The American Way in the Era of Trump

7 of the best things to do in Switzerland

Earliest Black Hole Gives Rare Glimpse of Ancient Universe | WIRED

Poll: 83 percent of voters support keeping FCC's net neutrality rules | TheHill

Along with the 63-million people who voted for him!

Great! Wonderful!

Bicycling the Blood Road

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Rebecca Rusch and Huyen Nguyen ride the Ho Chi Minh Trail in March, 2015.
Rebecca Rusch and Huyen Nguyen ride the Ho Chi Minh Trail in March, 2015. Josh Letchworth/Red Bull Content Pool
Bicycling the Blood Road
By Rebecca Rusch
The Ho Chi Minh Trail was called the Blood Road because so many people lost their lives there. My father, Stephen Rusch, was one of them. He was the weapons system officer in an F-4 Phantom fighter jet. On March 7, 1972, he was flying a strike mission over Laos to bomb trucks spotted along the trail. His plane was struck by ground fire and crashed to the jungle floor. He didn’t make it home.
In 2015, I set out on the most important bike ride of my life. I went to ride the entire length of the trail and to search for the place where Dad’s plane went down. I had no idea what I would find, if I could even get there or what the riding would be like. I started the expedition with so many questions, but now I can look back and see that my choices have always been preparing me for and leading me to this ride. My path as a professional endurance athlete has always been unpredictable, but something was always calling me to the remote jungles of Southeast Asia: a magnetic pull toward the map coordinates in an Air Force crash report.
The complicated network of paths that form the Ho Chi Minh Trail runs from the former North Vietnam, through the jungles of Laos and Cambodia, then re-enters Vietnam near Ho Chi Minh City. The trail, parts of which are still maintained today, was the main supply route for soldiers, supplies and ammunition as the North Vietnamese moved to take over the South during the Vietnam War. By shielding the route under thick jungle canopy, often pushing bicycles loaded with supplies, the North Vietnamese were able to evade American air strikes.
Forty-five years later, the bike is still the most efficient way to travel over there. Being on two wheels allowed me to cover distance and also be nimble enough to thread through the dense forest, dodge muddy trenches and cross rivers where bridges had washed away. In the most remote areas, locals had never seen a tourist or a carbon bicycle, and certainly never an American woman.
We stared at each other with wide-eyed wonder, greeting each other with a smile and palms pressed together, head bowed. Sitting in wooden huts, harvesting rice, raising children: This is the peaceful life they live now. But the scars of the devastation are everywhere. Bomb craters still mark the landscape like Swiss cheese, scrap metal from planes and bomb casings are repurposed as planters, buckets and roofs. There are even unexploded bombs that still threaten their daily lives.
My history is intertwined with theirs through shared loss and bloodshed. Even though my father was one of the pilots raining bombs on them, they opened their homes and hearts to me. Without words, they understood my journey.
After many demanding days on the trail, I finally arrived in Ta Oy, Laos, a small village near my father’s crash site. I felt as if the villagers there had been expecting me for a long time. Sitting cross-legged on the floor of his home, Mr. Airh, the village chief, told me the story of how his father had buried mine. Despite the fact that my Dad was dropping bombs on their village, Mr. Airh’s father respectfully laid the bodies of the two American airmen under a beautiful, ancient tree.
The tree was still there waiting for me. When I saw it in a small clearing in the jungle, I could feel my Dad’s presence. Though investigators had found just two of his teeth and a bone fragment at the site, finding plane debris reassured me that this was really the place. For the first time in my life as a professional athlete I was able to stop, pause and not think about what was next. I had finally reached a finish line I never knew I was striving toward.
I was three years old when Dad disappeared, and I don’t remember him. But under that tree, I finally had a chance to talk to him. “Hi Dad, I’m here.” I also spoke to Mr. Airh in the only Lao words I knew: “Khàwp jai lãi lãi” (Thank you.) He held my hands and we cried together as he whispered “Baw pen nyãng” (It’s OK.) He also told me that if his father had died that way, he would have come searching too. As foreign as we may seem to each other, in that moment we discovered a deep kinship.
My athletic career has spanned more than two decades. I’ve racked up countless wins and world championship medals. I’ve also learned that some medals are not worn around your neck, but instead are imprinted on your soul. As I neared the finish line of this 1,200-mile ride down the Ho Chi Minh Trail, I felt a sense of contentment and clarity that I had never experienced before. This ride wasn’t about death, destruction and closure, but instead it was about healing, forgiveness and discovery. To me, Blood Road no longer represents a trail stained red, but instead a path toward finding our family and shared connection in the most unexpected places.
Rebecca Rusch is a professional cyclist. “Blood Road,” a documentary about her trip along the Ho Chi Minh Trail, is airing for free on Red Bull TV. Click here to watch it.

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Yesterday was my 78th birthday.  So, Rucha and I went to Husum on the train.  She doesn´t drive, plus it has snowed and it wouldn´t have been a good idea anyway!  She wanted to visit her friend, Inge in the hospital in Husum, plus I had somethings I needed, like getting online.  The Internet had gone out in the house.  Garding, where Rucha lives, is fine for the basics, but, I thought the day trip into Husum a nice idea, as accomplishing many things.
At the hospital, Rucha and I went to Inge´s room, filled with two other patients, and after meeting and gift giving I excused myself to return to the restaurant, as was supposed to have WIFI.  But, the WIFI didn´t work.  So typical of a large organization.  If you don´t pay, no hay!  Waiting for Rucha, I read my book, THREE DAUGHTERS OF EVE, by Elif Shafak.  A coffee latte and BD cake munched at the same time.
Later, we ended up in a restaurant near the wharf as the taxi driver said it would have WIFI. Unfortunately the manager, initially with sorry news, no WIFI.  Then the usual happened, as it always does with me, my guarding angels intervened.  Suddenly, the man was offering his own personal WIFI, which worked.  As one good turn derserves another, we ate dinner there, delighting each  employee, with a 10€ tip.  So, thankful was the man, we were suddenly friends.  We learned he was born in Montenegro.  Amazing as I´ve considered living there.  
You probably have never heard of Montenegro, a small Balkan country on the Adriatic Sea, famous for good weather, a European tourist designation, as inexpensive. 
On the otherhand, if you´re ever in Husum, Germany we recommend, TANTE JENNY.  The fish dish was especially good.  And how many restaurants in Germany are operated by a Montenegranero — a good guy!  You´re in for a treat!
We had to wait for a train back to Garding, so we walked to the Bahnhof (train station) in fresh snow, a white christmas for me this year!  Last Christmas I was in 30C. weather in Granada, Spain. 
The train ride, only 20KM in length, takes but 40 minutes between Husum and Garding, stopping when necessary, as this a commuter train line between Husum and St. Peter Ording.
St. Peter Ording, a tourist town on the North Sea, is famous for its expansive beach. And wind! In fact, the World Wind Surfing Championships were held there in 2015.
Back in my room in Garding, I discovered the Internet restored.  The best BD gift of all!
And now, Christmas, the New Year (2018, going to Nuremburg for Rucha´s 80th birthday, and finally back in Basel to collect Herr Fetes, and other of my things at Cyril´s.  Then, on to Noordwolde, Holland,where I will finish FOLLOWING THE LIGHT, about cycling the world nee our Pilgrimage to Mt. Kailas.
The woods are lovely dark and deep, but I have promises to keep and miles to go before i sleep! (Robert Frost)

H.

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What a day (yesterday) — 101217!
Surprises… One, from my sister Sally, one from Julianne Murray in K-Falls, Oregon, U.S.A.  The message, from Sally, I replied to immediately, the other I couldn´t figure out, and I´m still not sure about it.  A notice window popped up on my screen, it took me to a formatted series of photographs taken over the past two years, and with dates superimposed on them (a birthday gift).  But, the clue was a map, and an arrow pointing to Klamath Falls.  The only one I know living there is an old friend from my days in Oregon, Julianne Murray!  I immediately sent her a message, but haven´t heard back to confirm it was her (Internet out this morning in Gardiing, Germany).  Also, it might have come from Cesar in Granada, as several photos. indicated us together. How would Julianne know about that?  So, it´s still a mystery.
A day of mysteries… I couldn´t find my cap, a simple blue thing to keep my head warm in this coldest of climates.  It snowed yesterday.  THE WEATHER OUTSIDE IS FRIGHTENING… Actuarlly inside, as well, Rucha´s 200+year old house.  I´ve cranked up the heat in my room, and my thermometer ultimately read, 20C.  If the temperature below that, I get chilled when just sitting.  I remember in Monachillout, in my flat, one morning it got down to 15C. 
I looked and looked for my cap, everywhere, as intrigued.  I´m absent minded, and I thought where have I put it?  Then I realized, it´s the little unseen people, gnomes, fairies, that hide things from me.  This just to fuck with me!  I appealed to them, PLEASE RETURN MY CAP, I NEED IT.  I continued looking going through my dirty laundry bag twice.  I finally told Rucha, explained it might be my little `friends´ or her departed husband.  Of course, she doesn´t believe such but she did speak to the photograph of husband Wenzel, she keeps — `Behave yourself, Alexander (she calls me) is a friend!´  The day went by, I checked my laundry bag again, before I gave to Rucha to put into the washing machine.  Much later I discovered the cap hanging to dry in her utility room.  Now, how did it get into the washing machine?   Of course!  Either the gnomes or Wenzel!  
People don´t believe these spirits exist, by I know better, as have had many experiences with them.  They´re playful, not wanting to cause great damage, just to remind you that they exist! 
Later, I got angry at Rucha for bothering me with trivia.  And she recoiled like a hurt child — so sensitve and defensive, this woman — which I´ve never understood.  On the otherhand I don´t really deserve this woman´s kindness, who has made it possible for me to travel the world!  I was saved from being a bad guy, the situation rectified, when her daughter Isgard called from Nuremburg.  WOULD WE LIKE A TYPICAL MEAL FROM THE MIDDLE AGES, IN A BASEMENT RESTAURANT?   This, for Rucha´s 80th BD when we go to Nuremburg to celebrate in January.  I asked, WHAT DOES IT CONSIST?, but never got an answer.  I agreed to, not wanting to cause extra work for Isgard.
But, this morning, I want to cancel such, as I´m first a vegani, and secondly going through, courtesy of Saturn, and sedentariestness, digestive problems — old age.  To describe the problem, I had to walk 7 miles two days ago just to take a shit.  You should try squatting on a dike with the wind chill temperature something like -05C.  And hoping no one sees you!  Luckily, on this cold December day, few people outside.  
My body is used to heavy exertion in order to deficate!  If I don´t, constipation. 
On the other hand, squatting when taking a shit, the best posture.  I will have squat toilets in my house, as they have in China.  I remember the first time I saw one was at Greens Restaurant, Fort Mason, San Francisco.  Greens by the way, run by the Tasahara Buddhist sect, the BEST restaurant in all of the U.S. — at least for my money!
After apologizing to Rucha, for my angry outburst, things got better.  I listened to J.S. Bach´s, organ works, then later watched the 3rd Episode, of THE STORY OF GOD, with Morgan Freeman.  This, via NETFLIX.com  I recommend!
H. 

P.S.  Today, 11 December 2017, my 77th birthday, yet I count like the Chinese do from conception, thus, for me, 78!