|
subscribe |
O. J. Verdict |
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
1995 Eivissa (Ibiza): The O. J. Simpson Verdict
Tuesday 3 Oct 1995
Early this morning at Fernandito's I heard that the O. J. Simpson jury had returned a verdict which would be read this evening at 1700. I haven't heard much about the trial (even not while in the USA), but this seems to be worthwhile. I make a note to watch the broadcast on CNN International later this evening. I look up at the sky.
It's horribly overcast; the faces of the expatriates are sad and gloomy. It's still quite comfortable and warm, but the psychological effect of sun deprivation is felt. The major topic of conversation at the Round Table is the overwhelming presence of police on the island all of a sudden. David Buschman (shown at left) noticed them driving up the camino past his house; he lives at the far end of the road and passers-by are rare. Anand lives past David; he was stopped and questioned. Someone tells a story about a group of party-goers who were stopped and had their small amounts of personal recreational medication confiscated. (The tension between the Spanish government trying to stop large drug shipments and the tolerance of people smoking hashish openly is a strange one. In Germany, I'm told by one expatriate, up to 30 grams of hashish is tolerated for "personal use", with an inexpensive ticket the worst penalty.)
We drive home, and Daniel begins dinner. Rather than having Djamal (at right) be underfoot, I take him in my arms for a long walk into the setting sun. It's strange weather; fog pours over the top of the peak across the valley but the sky over our head is crystal clear and full of stars. "Da da!" shouts Djamal, as he points to the rising moon. Amik the dog and Smoothie the cat follow us on the trek. From time to time Amik trees Smoothie, at other times Smoothie chases Amik away. At Daniel's dinner call we walk the kilometer back and enjoy what he calls "boat food" - a combination of whatever he found in the refridgerator spiced and cooked so that it pacifies the crew.
Sometime last week I read Dashiell Hammett's CITE>Woman In the Dark; the first work of his I'd read. Frankly, I don't get it. Either this isn't a representative work or his style doesn't thrill me. Here's a typical passage:
|
Have you found errors nontrivial or marginal, factual, analytical and illogical, arithmetical, temporal, or even typographical? Please let me know; drop me email. Thanks! |