31 December 2005

Happy Birthday, Christmas, Birthday and New Year's


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The photo above is one of many we've taken over the last 2 weeks. I especially like it because it still seems a marvel to me to see real mistletoe after a lifetime of plastic bunches hung in doorways.

It's that time of year that is so special for us because we have both the boys' birthdays and Christmas within 7 days -- and New Year's hot on the heels of Charles' birthday. I write this an hour before we are set to go out for New Year's Eve celebrations at friends so it marks the end of a celebratory marathon at home. We've had the quietest, stay-at-home Christmas imaginable. Despite being in one of the big party cities of the world, we haven't been out since the 22nd, when we took in the Narnia movie. Alexander will not be with us tonight for the first time, his friends have returned from vacations elsewhere and they are all set to join the throngs at the Eiffel Tower -- to watch the fireworks and enjoy the revelry.

The photos we're sharing start with decorating the tree (a good deal of silliness from the boys), some photos of what the weather was like (including the roses still in bloom), Christmas morning (including stockings in bed), the setting up of the ping-pong table and then Charles' birthday, including his new punching bag (for relieving French pedagogical-induced stress).

On the turning of the year, we wish you all the best.

To view our photo set click here.

27 November 2005

Star Wars & Science



Yes Darth and the gang came to visit. The Museum of Science and Technology here in Paris is hosting an interesting show on Star Wars. All kinds of original props including a Naboo fighter and Anakin's pod racer. We learned a lot about the science of creating Star Wars and a little bit of science about some of the technology depicted (most of it showing how things like light sabers are probably impossible).

There were a few life-size models. Here is Charles with Jango Fett, the bounty hunter on whom all the Imperial clones were based.

26 November 2005

First Snow

This morning we woke late, having stayed up watching DVDs of our favorite TV show, and there was something different about the light outside. It evoked something far away and yet familiar. When we got out of bed to open the curtains, we understood. It was snowing outside, our first real snowfall this year.

Paris is charming in the snow; it even seems oddly fitting, as if it belonged here. Paris should be photographed in black and white, and the snow only makes me feel that more so.

The Parisians, however, are anything but fit for it. The traffic crawls through the streets and the pedestrians huddle under umbrellas looking vaguely anxious. One man announced to me, after he’d surveyed admiringly the fine snowman (bonhomme de neige) Charles and I had made. that “snow was fine in the mountains, but in Paris it is a disaster.”

Of course, he is right, they are not equipped for it, like we Canadians. Charles was out-fitted in MEC snow pants and ski jacket so he could slide through the snow, always ending in a happy heap. Snow seems to give us permission to fall on the ground, to give in to gravity’s pull and simply flop. This is a pleasure that holds no allure for me until there is at least a foot or more to cushion my middle-aged joints, but at any depth you must have right clothing. The Parisians do not.

I also had my fleece-lined gloves on, perfect for fashioning snowy missiles to launch at Charles or throw to the dog to catch – with my best toque keeping my ears warm. The dog, as always, was ready for anything. We walked to the park, made our bonhomme and threw many snowballs. Max rolled and pranced about. He has always liked snow. All in all, the three of us gave winter a hearty Canadian welcome.

For all of us, the first snow is a celebration, especially so this year because it reminds us of home, which some of us are missing. By March and April, it loses its charm and I haven’t forgotten the frozen crud the snowplow barfs up across your driveway, blocking your exit or entrance after you’ve already cleared the way to the street.

But for now it is welcome, whether at home or here in Paris. It brightens things up during this dark period of the year. And at least pre-Christmas, it gets one in the mood for holidays and fun. Unfortunately, Paris doesn’t want it and so it never stays, usually melting away the same day or the next. Sometimes I think this is maybe for the best. No shoveling required, and if you really want to ski in it, there are always the Alps. But today, I’m hoping it stays around and Charles is even dreaming of a white Christmas.

01 November 2005

Roman Vacation

In front of the Coliseum
We are just back from Rome and enjoying that feeling of being home after too many days of restaurant food and suitcases. I have two days off before I have to go back and face the email, so I have grabbed the opportunity and am dealing with a gigabyte worth of photos -- which I'm looking forward to sharing with you because Italy was so beautiful!

We started and finished in Rome and spent four days there in total. For those of you who've been to Rome, we stayed right downtown near the Presidential Palace, up on the hill above the main tourist spots. The weather was gorgeous for the whole time, blue skies (through the smog) and 24 degrees in the middle of the day. T-shirt weather but never too hot.

Rome seemed to have more tourists than Paris. There were so many English that it was quite dis-orienting at times. The Italians must feel like they are over-run. English tourists aside, the Italians are still running the country and are calling the shots on the roads. Which is to say, chaos seems to reign wherever you go. I have never seen anything like the driving in downtown Sorrento. Rome was a piece of cake in comparison. If Canadian driving is a game of yards, Paris and Rome a game of feet, Sorrento is a game of inches. I still don't know how we got through it with our paint intact. Scooter madness.

I can't wax eloquent on the food. We were a family of four on a tight budget so we settled for what we could get and ate a fair bit of pasta. Pretty standard fare and no surprises really, except the Gelato, which was always heaven. The first night we met Virginia and Rogerro, who made the trip down from Milan to see us, and we had a memorable meal in the Jewish ghetto. Fried artichokes. Crunchy, sometimes a bit hard to swallow, but leaving that hint of flavour that lingers long after the meal is ended.

Here are our photo sets by day. Cat's photos are identified with a (CVR) in the title.

Ponte SistoRome (Day 1)We started with a visit to the Vatican, where we discovered that 5 new saints were being recognised. Catharine and Alexander did some further exploring of the Campadoglio, the Trevi Fountain and assorted sites.
View of Rome from PalatineAncient Rome (Day 2)The Coliseum was our starting point, then we explored the Forum and the Palantine. We finished the day with a visit to the Pantheon and a nearby church where St. Catherine now lies.
Saint Peter's Vatican Museum (Day 3)We returned to the Vatican, this time to see the many treasures in its museum and, of course, to marvel at St. Peter's.
Pompeii - Nero's Arch Pompeii (Day 5)We travelled down to Sorrento on our fourth day and on day 5 we visited Pompeii. What a massive site. Like everyone says, it was too much to do in one day, but we took in as much as we could.
Amalfi Hillside Drive to Amalfi (Day 6)Catharine and I left the boys by the pool to go explore the beautiful villages of Positano and Amalfi. What a beautiful coast. Of course, meeting tour buses coming round the side of a mountain elevates one's appreciation of everything, including life itself.

16 October 2005

Photos From the Cottage


It's taken awhile to get around to the photos we took this summer. We are off to Rome next week for the kids' school break and I know I'm going to take another wack of them, so I figured I'd better get these up soon. There are some beautiful scenes captured here, great people shots, and some that capture a quiet moment -- like the one above of me and Max, taken by Cat. I've mixed together shots from both of us -- hope you enjoy them.

Photos from Norgate Inlet: Slideshow or Individual Photos.

Lionshead and Caledonia


I am finally posting photos from this summer's travels in Canada. This bunch are from our visits with my Dad and Mimi, both on the Bruce and at their place in Guelph where we had some great visits and conversation, as usual. Notice there are no children! This was when they were at camp and Cat and I were footloose and enjoying some adult time.
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21 September 2005

A Walk Through the Tuileries


Sunday last was a special day in many countries in Europe, including France. "La Journee de la patrimoine" is a kind of heritage day, when they open up many public buildings for viewing by the public. Some of the ones offered this year: a tapestry weaving company in operation since the 14th century, the dining cars of the Orient Express, Radio France (for the first time and very popular), and of course the prize of all prizes, Jacque Chirac's digs, the Elysee Palace.

So, being nothing if not ambitious, we headed for Chirac's place. It's like touring the White House, not 24 Sussex Drive. We arrived a tad late at 11:45. The line-up was already of unimaginable length and not moving. It snaked all the way out onto the Place de la Concorde. A women at work claims she waited 6 hours. Needless to say, we didn't bother.

So what to do on a beautiful autumnal day, cool, crisp and sunny? Alexander decided that moules et frites was the only way to salvage the situation. So off we set across the Place de la Concorde, through the Jardins des Tuileries (old tile works), over the Seine and down onto Boulevard Saint Germain where I knew there was a Leons of Brussels -- a chain restaurant specializing in mussels, Belgian beer and Belgian waffles. Sure beats McDo's as chain restaurants go.

Here are some photos I took along the way. Just to share a pleasant meander with you all. Cat took a few at the end (you can tell because for once I'm in one).

26 August 2005

Homeopathy and Double Blind Tests

The Globe and Mail reports that homeopathic remedies are shown by double blind tests to be no more effective than placebos.

I have watched my wife go through 6 years of training in homeopathy and now 4 years of practice. I was very sceptical in the beginning, but am not now. Some of the most convincing successes I have witnessed were when our children were pre-verbal, which would suggest that their improvement could not have been by placebo effect.

My observation as an informed outsider, strongly supports some of the comments in your article. Whereas for normal doctors, treatments are designed to work across masses of patients (bacterial infections need antibiotics, depressed people need anti-depressants, rhematics need anti-inflammatories, etc.), homeopathic symptom pictures are highly individualistic. There are literally thousands of possible remedies that might be indicated.

I have given long thought to how one could run a double blind test that would be valid, but I cannot see that it is possible. Double blind tests are of course critical to so much of what is good about modern scientific practices. As stated by the philosopher of science, Karl Popper, a claim that is not in principle falsifiable is not scientific. By this measure homeopathy is not science.

Should we throw it out then? From my observations, albeit not scientific, that would be a mistake. But that is not going to convince many. So let me at least raise a question in the minds of the scientific community.

The immune response is actually part of a highly complex ecosystem that is, in turn, a sub-system of the larger biosphere. As the recent War of the Worlds movie illustrated, we humans have evolved an immune system that is in a highly complex relationship with our environment.

Modern chaos theory and complexity theory have woken us to the fact that there are only a narrow range of empirical phenomena that can be explained scientifically -- that is according to the rules set down by Popper. There are a very large number of practical problems, from how long it will take concrete to set, to whether a tornado will touch down in Elora or Milton, to use a recent example, that are beyond scientific provability, or falsifiability.

This is unfortunately most evident in the area of the biosphere where debates rage over almost every theory, from global warming, to the theory of evolution itself -- neither of which are capable of meeting Popper's criteria (as he himself pointed out in relation to Darwin's theory). This is because the sheer complexity of the variables involved in the actual processes cannot be experimentally reproduced and subject to the principle of falsifiability. We could only do a double blind test of the theory of global warming, if we had thousands of world's identical to our own where we could test whether the increase and decrease of carbon dioxide actually affected global mean temperatures.

Nonetheless, practitioners of meteorological forecasting, for instance, do not throw up their arms in defeat and give up. Everyone in south-western Ontario was warned of tornado danger the day Elora was hit, for instance. Years of observation of trends told them there was danger. The general principles are understood, even if the precise causes and conditions are not capable of being isolated to the point that they could have restricted their warnings to the people who actually were affected.

I would suggest these observations pertain to medecine as well. Modern medicine has been fantastically successful at using science, including double blind testing, to deal with some aspects of our immune system. But like the biosphere, there are many aspects of the immune system whose complexity evades their efforts. Many illnesses are at best managed, but the true causes are unknown, cancer and arthritis being two of the most well-known. The complexity of the immune system in general and of individual's systems, in particular, make it as difficult to diagnose the scientifically precise causes as it is to predict where tornadoes will touch down (and what to do to prevent them).

Every doctor, normal or homeopathic, knows the truth of this. The longer they practise medicine, the more history they have with an individual patient, the more times they wrestle with certain conditions the better they get at managing illness. But it is not a precise science, double blind tests aside. It is an art, just as meteorology is an art.

The methods used to manage complex systems like the immune system are sometimes scientifically based, sometimes not. Sometimes conditions are sufficiently repeatable to allow for double blind testing, sometimes they are too individualistic and random to be repeatable in this way. Every doctor has his tricks that he has learned from experience, but were never taught in medical school. Much of normal effective medicine would never pass the test of falsifiability or double blind trials.

Homeopathy has been practised for over 150 years. In many countries outside of North America it is considered completely normal. I live in France, for instance, where it is considered just another specialty of a normal medical degree. In other words, doctors find it useful in treating patients. Patients are helped by it. But it is not a precise science and diagnosis and treatment are an art. Homeopaths get better the longer they practice. Their intuitions and insights become more finely honed.

Within science itself, the debates around chaos theory and complexity have shown us the limits of what we can expect to deal with scientifically. Let us not be to swift to then use the filter of "science" to rule out the practices of meteorologists, environmentalists, or doctors, of whatever stripe. If we are to throw out homeopathy on these narrow grounds, then we should also ignore the issue of global warming and give in to President Bush's suggestion that Intelligent Design should be taught alongside Darwin's theory of evolution.

17 July 2005

Bastille Day at Le Fief



With Catharine and the boys in Canada, I took the opportunity of a four-day weekend to spend some time at Le Fief. Deep in the countryside of the Limousin, Le Fief is a lovely old house, owned by my Uncle Michael and Aunt Irena. They kindly have made an open invitation for us to use it when they are absent, which is more often then they'd wish. We have come to love our time there, and this weekend was no exception for me.

The countryside is quite rough compared to the manicured plains that surround Paris. The Limousin is the poorest and northernmost of the rich Langedoc country that extends from the Loire to the Pyrenees. It is the beginning of the geographical feature known as the Massif Centrale. The land is used mostly for livestock, principally sheep, and there are many hills, woods and streams. It is the sort of country where one could almost expect to find hobbits living in sandy banks. Small lizards, a muskrat and large moles called taupes are the principal creatures one encounters, aside from sheep, cows, horses and mules.

The weather was uniformally hot and sunny and I spent most of my days in the shade by the pond reading. I finished a collection of short stories by Edith Templeton which were remarkable. I then set about on a biography of Eleanor of Acquitaine, once Queen of France, and later, when she married Henry II, the Queen of England. Le Fief is some 80 km south of Poitiers, her favourite residence. She ruled all of the Langedoc, including the Limousin.

I waited for the golden light of evening to set out with my camera and lenses to capture the shady nooks and hollows, streams and fields of the area. Click here to see a slideshow or here to see the photos individually.

09 July 2005

In the Jardin d"Acclimatation


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While my brother David and his family were visiting us last week, Catharine took the three youngest cousins to a small amusement park situated on the west side of the Bois de Bologne. I love this photo. Their faces say it all. Catharine phoned me on her mobile while they were all whirling about on some ride. She just wanted to share the joy.


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03 July 2005

The Fountains of Saint Cloud


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The weather in Paris is hot again, after a few days of cooler weather. My brother David and his family arrived on Wednesday and have been seeing lots of museums and churches, so we felt it was time for an afternoon in nature. Nature according to Le Notre, the famous designer of the Versailles gardens. Saint Cloud was one of the last gardens he designed and it is much wilder and less contained than Versailles. It is built into the hillside and he has made extensive uses of fountains that harness the fall of water to create some magnificent plumes that shoot over 50 feet into the air.

On Sundays, the fountains are turned on for 15-20 minutes at 3, 4, and 5 o'clock. We ate, drank, read books, played cards and played boule under the trees. A thoroughly French afternoon enjoying our plebian pleasures in the old aristrocratic haunts of the eighteenth century.


View slideshow of our afternoon.

25 June 2005

Three Friends in a Tree


Three Friends in a Tree, originally uploaded by Reechard.

I took this photo earlier today at a birthday party for one of Charles' classmates. As the scavenger hunt wound down, the boys began exploring a tree that hung out over the lake. I caught them amidst the foliage. Charles is on the left next to Pun and Louis, his two best friends this year.


Click here to see a slideshow of photos from the party

21 June 2005

Two Cousins in Paris


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Originally uploaded by Reechard.

I took this photo of Catharine and Diana while we were at the races on Mother's Day this year. Since moving to Paris, one of our most pleasant surprises has been to connect to Diana, her husband Mitch and daughter Lila.

Diana and Catharine are distant cousins and, before meeting in Paris, had only met a few times in New Hampshire when we visited there. Now they are a special part of our extended family -- the only one we have here in France.

19 June 2005

A Day at the Races

A little late perhaps, but just wanted to catch up with some activities we've engaged in recently. On Mother's Day, we gathered at the race track in Porte d'Auteuil (in the southwest corner of the 16e arrondissement in Paris). Spreading our picnic blankets on the center field, we unloaded and consumed delicacies, sipped champagne, threw frisbees, played badminton, chatted and, of course, watched the horses run and jump.

Home Stretch

Catharine and Diana
Ann and Sarah
Mitch and Min
Lili
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Lila Tumbles
Min
Mitch, Keith and Johanna
Lili and Friend
The Picnic
Ann and Sarah
Alexander, Catharine and Diana

If you are interested in getting copies of any of these photographs, send me an email and I will send you a higher resolution version. Updated 19 June 2005, Paris.