Books, the Beeb and our Tolstoyan occasions
The good news that comes from the epidemic is that we are all reading more. Bloomsbury this week celebrated the increase in sales, the best half of the year since 2008. Dark evenings, closed pubs, low-rise and lack of TV shows (Sky Atlantic mercilessly showcased its downloads, as if these were the 1970s) all love read more.
I’ve got a mixed type of book purchase, carrying a low-cost complexity in independent stores, including Kim Darroch’s Collateral Damage, John Bolton’s The Room Where It Happened and JFK author Fredrik Logevall, along with a bit of Kindle, hard-to-find author Joe Biden Evan Osnos is a catch-up, The Truths We Hold: An American Journey, by Kamala Harris.
Also there have been other books that he has recommended for me on Amazon, such as Michael Sandel’s The Tyranny of Merit, or writers that I love and discard like Patrick Leigh Fermor. It’s a reading list of a person who began to appreciate education late, which is why he wears it so much.
Finally, there are events that will be published soon. I am reading Marina Wheeler’s family memorial, about her mother’s experience in a town in India. I knew Marina’s deceased parents, and I’m glad to see the humility of her mother, along with the famous Marina’s father, the BBC’s Charles Wheeler. Happily Boris Johnson, her ex-husband, should not be mentioned.
The BBC is built on controversy; all work is fun. It now wants, through a new group of broadcasters, to make its viewers more accessible as well as the Sphinx. But the criticism of Tim Davie’s boss – preventing colleagues from expressing “their views on political, political, or controversial issues” – is inevitable. It is very difficult to answer a comment without giving an opinion. I accept the return of innumerable, which is the basis of impartiality. But I’m sure there will still be some subtle tests from Broadcasting House. Hair growth is a complete cry for help.
If we are arrested, we can go and fix it ourselves. As I read, I hear my husband repeating Italian words secretly in his Zoom class. I have struggled to overcome these restrictions, and I am looking for a place in the world where I can meet my son in Hong Kong without anyone separating us, but I am getting smaller over time. Let’s just do a little more this year.
Let’s just make the worst this year, by not accepting defeat
Dealing with the uncertainty is where we discussed Zoom in an interview with Jackie Ashley, former President of Lucy Cavendish College, Cambridge. The college traditionally caters to women who have not been able to go to university in normal years, but higher education this year means more places are available for 18-year-olds.
It focuses on what the course is taught, and what career expectations it pursues. Jackie and I looked back on our working life and agreed that women are used to being so disruptive and that is why they can be so brave. Jackie quit her professional career when her children were younger and breastfed her husband Andrew Marr after he contracted the disease. I am reminded of the words made by Jaron Lanier in describing the technicalities that may be needed in the future. He said it would be time to “re-become human”.
Though I have new wisdom, I feel that London’s similar culture is unfortunate. It is as if people accepted a second closure before any announcement was made. I recently got a job again, leaving my swank office at Evening Standard to spend three years burning at the BBC. I like being in the office. I did not try to make it look like family photos, because I liked its movement.
I walk hard to work, realizing that the disruption of relationships is no longer on the Tube. Travelers are young and important, especially the blue collar. I hear singing from singer Oliver! from Westminster house and wonder if this is a repetition of a Christmas show or free dining show at school.
The mayor of the city told me sadly that we were living through Tolstoy. Their employers are retiring from their home countries, while workers are suffering. And yet the capitalist spirit is not at all intimidated at all. I’m talking to developers who say this is a great opportunity to get to London. A new video company is set to launch in January. Phoebe Saatchi Yates, daughter of Charles Saatchi, has opened a gallery. “If not now, when?” and anarchic against the weakness of darkness.
I’m sticking spring selection and work, in my own office, at a science and technology conference in early summer. I see it hoping to emerge from the economic chrysalis without a global trend. It’s about the same time as the Chelsea Flower Show, which was already written. The corporate websites in the middle of the globe seem to be the answer to the enticement to reclaim the City. Perhaps Chelsea are reminding visitors of their good points.
There is another reason to consider spring, and that is how the world will change in different ways next season. Without a bet on next week’s US election results, chances are the United States will soon sign a Paris agreement again. Next year, the UK will have Cop26 and G7. It is an opportunity to demonstrate global leadership in climate change and reinstate Boris Johnson not as a rebel, but as a green Conservative. About the early days of David Cameron.
If we go back to lockdown we may need to tighten the home app around Zoom. Often, one does not know much about another’s office. You know them because of their loving deeds, such as the removal of pins, not because of eating. You can’t talk to friends. One day as I was walking through the study, I heard someone, not my husband, describe the work ahead of us: “There is a lot of wood for us to cut down.” How Tolstoyan combines the availability of paper money with the job of a boss. It is as if more time were being invested in international gardens. . .
Sarah Sands is the Bright Blue chair
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