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Sad news today: Sir Arthur C. Clarke, the famed science fiction writer and visionary died early Wednesday morning at a hospital near his home in Sri Lanka, at the age of 90, as The Times reports.

Most famous for expanding his short story "The Sentinel" into a novel and screenplay that served as the basis for Stanley's Kubrick's 1968 film 2001: A Space Odyssey, the British-born Clarke authored more than 100 books involving space, science, and science fiction, and he's often credited with inventing the concept of satellite communications. Clarke was the last surviving member of what was sometimes known as the "Big Three" of science fiction, alongside Robert A. Heinlein and Isaac Asimov.

In recent years, he has been largely confined to a wheelchair due to post-polio syndrome, but his output as a writer continued undiminished.

Marking his “90th orbit of the Sun” in December, the author said that he did not feel "a day over 89" and made three birthday wishes: for ET to call, for man to kick his oil habit and for peace in Sri Lanka.

Labels: Life

This week I've revisited my old home town, the town where I grew up.

I'm doing a roadshow for this project I'm working on, so it was a business trip, with no time for hanging around. I was able though to get to my favorite place at the edge of the town.

It was a rainy day, the air was misty and filled with a sick and heavy smell coming from the slaughterhouse. All those memories going through my head, ranging from hot summer days with same fetid smell and nights with hungry mosquitoes driving me crazy, and coming to those cold and windy winter days with little snow if any.

All this seems so far away now...

NOTE: A few days have passed since then. I was a little hesitating of publishing this post, being so personal, but here it is.

Labels: Life

I've just seen yesterday, The Rolling Stones live in concert in Bucharest. It was a great night, a night to remember. A Bigger Bang...

I'm just happy that this beautiful rock band is still live and kicking. Mick Jagger looks so old, but moves so young. I had to hold my back in pain by the mid' of the show, but he danced all night, and he didn't stop. He even run to the middle of the field (the concert was at a stadium) and back on a walkway, a few times.

Great show summing over 40 years of showbiz experience, and I wouldn't have missed it for anything in the world. I don't know if there is another band with such longevity, truly living legends.

Photo credits: Florin Grozea

UPDATE: I have a life... you know :-)

Labels: Life, Music