2004.

Sad Biography hard ahead! Frederick Fleet worked as a lookout on the "Titanic" – even when the ship rammed the iceberg. "Hard Iceberg ahead" with the sentence he later became famous for his employer, the White Star Line shipping company, to a load. Those who wanted to work on a ship on which the look-out did the "Titanic" service? This fleet had not only the iceberg can be seen in time, because he, unlike usual, no binoculars had been dealt.

Coolest technology in 2010, 3D TV!

Poetry in commotion – life as we know it.

Short story on watching 3D movies.

Avatar is the best movie of the decade..James Cameron proves that he is a fine director. An altogether different experience. This movie rocks!!

In November 1981, I met two British journalists who made a strong impression on me then, and still do today, though both have since passed away. Bert Hardy and James Cameron worked together at Picture Post Magazine, and covered the Korean War together famously. One of my best photos of Mr. Hardy and his dogs is in the Photographs Collection of the British National Portrait Gallery. I wasn’t able to photograph Mr. Cameron; his agent didn’t allow me to bring a camera to our interview. It was an honor to interview both journalists, though, and to write extensively about them thereafter.

Calvin Lawrence and I were part of the Missouri Nine, we fledgling reporters moderated by Sunday Times staffer John Whale, who made Ten. Cal was my immediate room-mate; he was a sharp reporter, who would develop into a first-rate editor at Newsday. I believe today he is with abc.com.

In Autumn 1981, I met quite a few people that either were Asian Indians or had strong ties to India. One was my roommate, the great Indian author Pinki Virani (’Bitter Chocolate’). I also photographed some Indian protestors, and interviewed the great British journalist James Cameron, who was married to an Indian woman. In the end, I should have written a story about Indians near the close of my semester in London, but didn’t, and more’s the pity for that.

I’ve written in previous columns about John H. Whale and his tutelage of me and the group I was part of in Autumn 1981 London. Here are a few more remarks about a man who knew the English language better than any writer I ever have known. He was in the same category as a writer as James Cameron, whom I would meet late in that semester.