Antisocial Media


     After an almost balmy and mostly sunny January we are now back to the usual westcoast weather. Leaden skies, drizzly, dark days with the occasional glimpse of blue sky. But the days are getting longer.

I look forward to my regular get togethers with Camp, even though it’s doesn’t happen every week as it used to. We still regurgitate and distill the discouraging barrage of news and politics, rumours and philosophical musings with a couple of pints and are always glad for the few things that haven’t changed like our corner table on the glassed-in veranda by the shore and also our steadfast servers Vicky and Rosy, who have been our compass to reality more than once in this ever changing world. 

‘I hate to bring this up again and again but the issue isn’t going away Camp. TikTok and Co. are undermining traditional media at an ever-faster pace, especially amongst young people. For example, as I read in my Swiss newspaper, 46 percent of Swiss people now hardly read the news, more than double of the 21 percent in 2009.’

‘No surprise there. It’s a generational reality where the young don’t subscribe to the New York Times or the Guardian but get their updates on their silly phones. So, if we want to continue reading about research and analyses in the future, then maybe it’s time to ask ourselves this question. Is it really necessary to permanently take refuge in the illusory world of social media?’ 

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Dave and the Knee


I first met Dave in Spanish class in Patzcuaro, Michoacan. Although Dave’s Spanish was much superior to mine we ended up in the same group.   After class we usually strolled down to the main plaza and sat down in one of several cafés under the gothic arches of the colonial palaces surrounding the plaza. We would sip coffees, play cribbage and tell stories.

Dave and I took an instant liking to each other despite or maybe because of our completely different backgrounds. For Dave life was one big practical joke with endless variations. He was a natural story teller and most of his yarns were about his crazy family. Dave’s fantastic family history included a saint of a mom, a knife wielding schizophrenic ex-wife, a lovable, alcoholic twin brother, a golf-pro lesbian sister, three dysfunctional kids and a myriad of other odd ball relatives, all of whom he dearly loved. Dave’s family history was the modern equivalent of 100 years of solitude in Minneapolis.

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