Law, Partially

We are pretty much the stereotypical post-War American nuclear family. Except that we're of mixed races, and we don't live in the suburbs, or in the US at that. But Dad goes to work while Mum stays home with Babe. So let's just describe a bit the intersecting lives of our wholesome, transplanted, nuclear family. The FD Linges on Fleet Street, near to Dad's main worktime Starbucks. Notice St. Paul's in the background. It's funny, when I was younger I thought I could one day work on Fleet Street since it is the historical center of the UK publishing industry. I didn't make it here as a journalist, though. Mum's story Mum, the Tiger Mum, is working with Bobby on building his problem solving, motor skills, patience while reading books (he doesn't have much patience yet...), bilingualism, and generally following some lessons written by Montessori teachers. We have a small selection of toys for Bobby to play with. And generally a large part of hi

Amsterdam, you may recall from your years as an undergraduate "studying" abroad in Europe, is a city famous for hookers in windows and coffee shops that sell marijuana but rarely coffee. Amsterdam, you may also recall from your European history classes, was at one time the richest city in the world. In Amsterdam, merchants relied on financial innovations like insurance and the world's first stock exchange to finance sea adventures to Asia and the Americas for spices, porcelain, silver, beaver pelts, gold, et cetera. Remembering the Golden Age of Amsterdam, viewing Rembrandt's Night Watch  at the Rijksmuseum ,  as the afternoon grew longer and Bobby increasingly longed for a nap. Another family photo with a tired baby. Random canal in the background. The canal may be Prinsengracht. Another way to view Amsterdam is as a modern European metropolis with a high standard of living. Loving the modern Amsterdam lifestyle, my sister and her husband make at least

I always wondered why Travis Bickel so casually ordered cheese with his apple pie in a New York diner as if it was a common order. Now I understand a little bit more. http://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/cheese-apple-pie?utm_source=facebook.com&utm_medium=atlas-page

I thought this chap summed up pretty well life as a transplant in the developing world. London is not as chaotic as Nairobi, but there is a parallel truth (and although I've never been to Nairobi, I can imagine the chaos as similar to other developing world metropolises). You develop a set of daily expectations in the place you live; when you move to a new place, these expectations are naturally and constantly foiled. You develop a set of new daily expectations based on your new place of abode. Only then does the newness make way for going native. Adventure , after all, is the process of forsaking the usual for something unknown (and hopefully exciting). FT correspondent John Aglionby on his life in Nairobi, Kenya https://www.ft.com/content/61444d46-622b-11e7-8814-0ac7eb84e5f1