We interrupt this complete lack of activity...

 ...to bring you the following picture.

I am sure you will all agree that it was worth the interruption.

Ooooh Europe!

 My first ever European holiday started in the car. Before flying to Schipol and then onto Stockholm, we first had to drive to Toronto because the airlines always gouge you for flying out of Ottawa. The drive – unlike our one previous trip to Toronto - was largely uneventful. Luckily we gave ourselves plenty of time because the traffic for the last 20kms was terrible. We left the car at our hotel (2 weeks parking & shuttle to/from the airport for the cost of one night's accommodation – sweet!) and immediately set about checking in, clearing security, etc all of which was accomplished without incident. Even the flight across was nice enough. Jane got a really good deal on the tickets through a code-share arrangement between a Canadian & Dutch airline (Sunwing & ArkeFly). ArkeFly was easily as good as any flight I have ever had with United, Delta or any of the other usual North American airlines.

We flew out of Toronto about 6pm, and landed at Schipol in time for a proper dutch breakfast of ham and cheese on toast. I had never been to Holland before, and hardly consider it fair to make any judgements based solely on few hours in the airport. As such, all I'll say at this point is that it was a fairly unremarkable airport other than that every now and then an absurdly tall person would wander through my sleep deprived field of vision. Perhaps its an unconscious response after generations of living in a coastal country that is almost entirely below sea-level, but for whatever the reason there are an awful lot of very tall Dutch people.

Anyway, a few hours later we boarded our flight to Stockholm where we were met at the airport by Jane's family & a minivan. After much hugging we were whisked back to a hotel for dinner and sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep.

The next day was a bit messy. I found myself the designated driver of the minivan with Jane, her parents and our kids (plus associated baggage). OK, fine. It wasn't much bigger than our car back in Canada and the Swedes drive on the same side of the road as Canada. No big deal. ...unless you need to drive approximately 45 minutes to a ferry on the other side of a completely unknown city with all roadsigns in Swedish. Jane did her best to navigate from the Googlemaps print out we had been given, but (understandably) we still missed a turn and got lost almost immediately. To cut to the chase, we made the ferry but we spent most of the drive unsure as to whether or not we were actually going the right way. This is a very fraught way to travel when you have a hard deadline in a set location and I do not recommend it. To make matters worse, having reached our destination one of our backpacks was stolen at the dock. Thankfully it was not the bag with our passports. I lost the new Kindle I got in Iowa, and losing our camera on the 1^st day of my 1^st visit to Europe was pretty poor as well, but none of that was nearly as important as Jane's jewelry. Jane continues to jump through hoops for the insurance company, but even if she satisfies their needs the pieces that were lost carried considerable sentimental value. Their loss casts a long shadow.

Good thing the perfect antidote had been planned for the very next day...  

Counting Down...

And so, some two years later, here we are in a serviced apartment for the last couple weeks before returing to Australia. Nice enough place (free WiFi). Good views and located right on the edge of downtown. Plus, the kids love the pool.

Slowly but surely we are extricating ourselves from the life we built over the previous two years. Canadian kids are back in school this week, but Tom and Lilli are home with me. Jane is easing herself out of the loop at work. This Thursday will be my last trip to the store for games night. Friday night is our official farewell at the Australian High Commission. What started as a trickle of farewells is well and truly picking up pace.

I'll try to keep the blog going, but am not sure how much 'Jason returns to the 9-5 government job grind will interest anybody (myself included). If nothing else I have ample experiences from the last 2 years that I should have blogged but haven't. Que the flashbacks. First up, I'll try to knock out a few entries on the move and our recent trip to Sweden and Holland. Unfortunetly, most of the pics are on the desktop PC which is Canberra-bound in a shipping container but I'll do as best I can with the pics on the netbook.  

A Mighty Wind

For some reason it was the power going off that woke me. It was around 4am Monday morning, the second last night of the kids and I’s two week stay with my grandpa on the old Wagoner family farm in Iowa (more on that another day). The weather had been hot and muggy for days, but we had received some light rain earlier that day. At some point after we had gone to sleep, all that heat and humidity conspired to bring some serious weather hurtling down upon central Iowa. Even though the lights were out there was enough regular lightening to enable easy navigation to the living room. When I got there I met grandpa who was just coming down the stairs. The two of us fumbled around for a few minutes before he found where the kids had left the flashlight. We went out onto the porch to have a quick look. “I don’t like it” was all he said before we went back into the living room.  A few moments later I heard a popping sound that initially made me think of hail, but was actually a tree snapping over near that corner of the house. We grabbed the kids and headed for the cellar. About twenty minutes later – during which Thomas got to do a wee in the old shower drain - the wind died down enough that we decided it was scarier in the cellar than out of it. Up we went.

Grandpa reckons it was the worst storm he has seen in all his 50years on the farm. The next day the place was a mess with assorted trees and limbs everywhere.That night, grandpa and I played cribbage by candlelight and it was hard to sleep in the air-conditioning free heat and humidity. The power came back around 11am Tuesday.



Grandpa had to use the chainsaw before we were able to clear the driveway. Honestly, I think he was kind of enjoying it. Everybody came through safely and no real damage was done to the farm, but now he has plenty of cleanup work to keep him busy and firewood for the winter. Before lunch he had set about fixing fence in a race to get as much of it repaired as possible before the cows discovered the storm had given them the gift of free will. I hope that when I am 83 I can still swing a chainsaw when needed.

All amusement aside, we were lucky.  The cornfields for miles around had been blasted flat as pancakes (think ‘tunguska of corn’). The little town of Garwin (500 residents) is just 4 miles down the road. They had a  to evacuate to the high school because of a gas leak. The substation was damaged, with lines down and even poles snapped over, so they are going to be without power for the better part of a week (the farm was reconnected on Tuesday morning). The Red Cross even set up a shelter and food distribution centre at the Garwin Fire station.

I took some video when we were in the centre of town and this 3min news report on the storm includes lots of video footage from Garwin.

I looked around as grandpa drove out the driveway to take us to the airport. It wasn't exactly the image of the farm I had intended to take with me for  how ever many years it will be be until we can return. Still, all in all, a rather exciting close to our visit.

A whisker’s difference

Saturday was a pirate birthday party for one of the boys in Tom’s class. Very exciting.  We got the boy a big book on all things pirate, wrapped it with pirate paper and put together a pirate costume for Thomas. A pair of black pants that were about to die anyway were sacrificed to the cause and cut into a pair of raggedy pirate-pants adorned with a sash (aka, one of Jane’s scarves). A simple white shirt for the top, and then a floppy tri-corn hat and cutless (post Halloween sales are awesome) were added to the mix.  Last but not least, a pirate needs facial hair. Tom doesn’t like face paint, so I decided to go with a thin layer of vasoline and coffee grounds.  Que drama.  He hated the stubble...

The saddest little pirate in town.

At one point Thomas was prepared to give me his pirate hat, pirate sword and even his piece of the birthday cake if he could wash off the stubble. I picked him up and carried him to the car. On the way to the party we agreed that if no other child had stubble or any of them laughed at his that we would wash it off.  Predictably, almost every boy had some kind of beard or mustache and Thomas had forgotten all about his previously world-ending stubble within two minutes of walking in the door.

It was also a great party.  The kids started by making pirate treasure boxes and personal pirate flags, but the coolest thing was definitely the professional pirate and his accompanying witch. They led the kids on a treasure hunt, and many associated games, through the whole of the backyard. Lots of fun.  Initially Tom was very suspicious of them, but he finally got over it and joined in. Fair enough, I rather like the idea that he is distrustful of pirates, witches and actors.

After the treasure had been found it was time for pizza and an ice cream birthday cake and finally, a treasure chest piñata.  Every kid took two turns, three swings each whacking it, but of course in the end it was up to the daddy to actually break the bloody thin open. A few of the kids gave it good and proper whacks, but there were also a lot of very light wrist-flicks, for which I blame Star Wars and lightsabres. There is no way a proper pirate would fight that way.

The triumphant return of Treacherous Thomas!

Helicopters of Happiness

Our back deck is covered with these, and it makes me happy. It’s a seedpod from a maple tree (penny included for scale), but the syrup connection is not what brings a smile to my face. It's the memories. When you fling such a seedpod into the air it floats down with a gentle spiraling motion. When I was a child growing up in the small town of Ely Iowa, we had a maple tree in our yard and I used to love playing with the helicopters. Over the years I must have spent hours looking for the best ones judged by perfection of form, but mostly by how slowly and gracefully they spiraled their way back to earth after being tossed skyward.  And when the quest for perfection lost its appeal, quantity has a quality all its own.  I distinctly recall gather up bags of these seed pods to dump en-masse off the edge of the nearby railway bridge.  That was big fun for a small kid in a preX-box, tiny town Iowa.

That bridge was a treasure in its own right. The occasional train would pass through, often leaving behind a searing hot flattened penny that some child had left on the tracks.  Standing underneath the bridge while a train thundered overhead was also a popular event. The bridge even spanned a wide, shallow creek that provided great entertainment and relief in the hot and humid summer months. 

These days, I have the pleasure of introducing the kids to the joy of nature’s helicopters.  It just so happens that there is a maple tree right next to the bridges at the end of our street. Fancy that.

Another milestone for Thomas

Before the wheels came off.

Last year, Thomas took a tumble off his bike and could not be coaxed back onto it for anything. This year has been better. Yesterday Thomas finished his dinner and declared that he wanted to ride his bike. So I grabbed a handful mail that needed to go into the local letter box and we headed out the door.  Lillian was nowhere near finished eating and stayed home with mommy.

After posting the letters we decided to head home through the park that runs parallel to the river.  It has a bike lane and lots of flatish soft grassy areas, which is when it got interesting. With almost no complaints from Thomas I took the training wheels off and gave him a push out onto the soft grass.  He went for about 10 meters and then fell over. And then we did it again, and again - almost entirely without complaint.  Eventually I brought him back onto the bike path, gave him a push, and quickly found myself running to try and keep up with him (yes, welcome to the rest of my life).

 He still doesn’t get more than 15 - 20 meters before spiraling out of control, but this year at least he is keen to keep trying. Oh what a difference a year makes.

Spring is GLORIOUS.

After a rather long and drawn out winter, spring is well and truly upon us.  With anticipation heightened by the severity of the Canadian Winter, it is hard to overstate how much people around here embrace the change. And it’s not just people, the environment itself seems over-invigorated. The trees in the neighborhood and local parks exploded and are awash with blossoms. The air carries a powerful mix of fresh cut grass and flowers (with the odd wiff of mulch thrown in for variety). Half the population is wearing shorts and short skirts, while the other half has accidents and whiplash. Australia’s two seasons - ‘on fire’ and ‘under water’ - are simply no match for the explosion of greenery and life on display around here at the moment. Glorious I tell you.

Jane's work, and quite a contrast to my Halloween window boxes.

Spring means frocks, hats and freezy-pops!

Spring means new swimmers and flowers, lots of flowers.

I Sense a Disturbance...

I know I already posted these pics on Facebook, but not everybody here is also there. Plus, I was looking at them earlier today and realized there is more about these pics that I like than was raised on Facebook.
 

The short version is that Thomas was recently invited to a Star Wars birthday party, so we put together a fairly simple Jedi costume and I bought him a lightsabre (red was all the shop had, so don’t read too much into it). The two pics were taken of him in his costume shortly before we went to the party. I like the obvious Sith vs Jedi division of the pics, but I really like the way one picture shows him trying to look like a powerful Jedi while the other is just a very sweet little boy, excited and happy about his costume and to be going to a birthday party.

And here is a bonus picture that did not appear on Facebook.
For those who enjoyed Dexter’s Lab, I defy you to see this picture and not think of
Dexter and Dee Dee.

Season of Birthdays: Once More Round the Drain

...I mean sun. Once more round the sun. It was my birthday back in mid-Feb (yes, I am waaaaay behind in my blogging, again). After turning 40 last year, I intended to keep this year low key, but this was positively subterrainian. It started nicely, Lillian provided her usual 6:30am wake up call, which segued smoothly into handmade birthday cards and prezzies. After that it was business as usual. Kids to school, Jane to work, me to work, retrieve the kids, off to Tom's ice skating lesson, home for their dinner, bath, bed. Normally Jane turns up around their dinner time, but on this of all night's she was required at a no-spouses diplo-dinner. She got home, fairly well exhausted, shortly after 9pm. So basically, I spent the night of my birthday eating pizza and watching TV. Meh. 

Ah well. Next year will be back in Australia for the big day, and I did get some nice stuff this year. I am particularly pleased with my condiment gun. Yep, just in time for BBQ season I am packing heat, and by heat I mean mustard, and by mustard I mean that yellow stuff North Americans put on hot dogs. Fear me, or at least fear the yellow stuff.

Oscars night, sort of...

Jane loves the Oscars. Jane loves them so much that last year – separated from all her friends – it fell to me to drink Champagne and talk about the merits, or otherwise, of the many shoes and frocks parading down the red carpet. It took a lot of Champagne.

This year, I played it smart. This year, I secretly invited a number of locals, some Canucks and some Aussies from the High Commission, to come over on Oscar night. I figured the ladies could enjoy Champagne and smack-talk the frocks, while the guys have some manly beers and play board games (Catan & Betrayal at the House on the Hill) in the next room. It would be perfect. I would be close enough to duck in and admire Anne Hathaway's ample talent and dress, but not actually need to engage with the rest of the *cough* glamour of the event.

When all was in place, I revealed my plan to a most appreciative wife. And all was going perfectly, until just over a week ago when Jane’s work decided she was needed overseas, for a week. This week in fact. Yeah. 

So tonight, everybody is still coming over for booze, board games and, of course, the Oscars. All will proceed as planned, minus the guest of honour. And that is totally OK, because cunningly I only invited people I like.  So as far as I am concerned, tonight is friends with beers and board games. Meanwhile, the TV will be on in the background and Jane will be swaning about the Sub-continent on DFAIT’s dime.

A Season of Birthdays : Part 2

 Tom’s birthday is usually a little problematic because it falls so soon after Xmas. In this case, having just returned from Xmas in Australia, jetlag was a much larger problem. We decided to postpone his party , but still had a small family celebration on the day. We even used his birthday as a lever to help get everybody out of bed early despite jetlag. A tactic which I believe can be seen reflected in the eyes of all the pics taken that morning.

The excitement of new birthday toys struggles with jet-lag.

Super-cool castle acquired with the help of Gramper

After a long day of being the birthday boy at school, its nice to come home to CAKE!

The video is of Tom's other favourite present, a giant glossy book of dinosaurs. For every dino it provides a big picture, a pronunciation guide, map of where the dino lived and a small piccy showing their size in comparison to humans. Cool book.

BTW – getting over jetlag in the middle of a Northern winter is rather hard. It’s so cold you really just want to stay inside all day, and there is bugger all sun during the day anyway. 

A couple weeks later, it was party time! Having looked at the options, we decided to enlist the services of Little Ray’s Reptiles as birthday entertainment.  Worth. Every. Penny. For about an hour, during which Jane was nowhere to be seen, Kevin produced about a dozen different reptiles and insects, almost all of which the kids were allowed to touch while he talked about the creature in question.  One of the nicest parts of being on posting is that we are in a position to give the kids such a terrific experience. Next year, it’s going to be cake from a box and a public park. Unlike this year, the appearance of a snake will most unwelcome (and not just by Jane).

 

This reticulated python was the grand finale. The kids *loved* it.

Another batch of prezzies.

More cake is good cake, especially when it comes with a mammoth.

The Season of Birthdays: Part 1

It begins with Lillian in December and finally draws to a close in April with Jane. Everything between is chaos and cake.

The mighty Lilli-zilla had her 3rd birthday in early December. The whole thing started with dignity. Lilli and Mummy made a special trip downtown to buy the twirliest party dress and shoes to be found, and they were successful. On the day however, it was a mad and sugar-crazed mass of under threes fuelled by Elmo and the Wiggles. There was much twirling and wiggling. There was also much scoffing of cake and chips. In finest girlie fashion, she even managed to fit in a change of wardrobe part way through the day, in the middle of opening presents as it happens, when she was given an especially frilly pink princess dress. Eventually, it and Lillian, all came crashing down. It had been a very fine day.

The best possible start to the day. Dinosaur pjs and presents.

The pre-party crowd

 

DJ Tom lays down some Wiggly party tracks for the dancers.

Lillian the cupcake fairy works her magic

Party over, time for a bath and bed

My Chili - Part Two

For the 2nd stage you will need...

1 large tin (can) of crushed tomatoes (796ml)

1 large tin of diced tomatoes

1 large tin of red kidney beans

1 small tin of black beans (540ml)

Meat mix from stage 1

Optional – 1 small tin of red beans and/or tinned diced tomatoes.

Drain and rinse the beans before use. Empty all of the (non-optional) beans and tomatoes into a large pot on low heat. Heat a small amount of oil in a frying pan and brown the meat mix, apx 1.5 cups at a time. Due to the sausage, should not need to add oil after the first batch. As each batch finishes browning, add it to the large pot and give it a little stir.

Once all the meat mix has been added, increase the heat to medium low for about 15mins while everything heats through and you adjust the amounts of tomatoes and beans to your own taste. I typically add another small tin of red beans and more tomatoes (no more than a small tin), using diced fresh tomatoes if I have any on hand.

When you are happy with the meat/tomatoes/beans ratio, cover the pot and reduce the heat to low. You want the covered chili to bubble gently for about 3 hours with occasional stirring. Afterward, remove the cover and increase the heat slightly so that it will continue to bubble gentle while uncovered. Continue to stir occasionally for about an hour, or until enough moisture has cooked off and you are happy with the consistency.

OK, its done.

Notes...

Not all beans are created equal. Before you buy, compare the nutritional information on the tins. Levels of salt, fibre and iron (among other things) can vary wildly between brands. Last time I bought beans I found a brand that was cheaper, provided more fibre and vitamins and had less salt.

Do not try to brown the whole batch of meat mix at once. You will end up boiling the meat in its own juice instead of browning it.

Keep in mind that the heat required to bring the pot to 'gently bubbling' varies greatly depending on whether the lid is on or off the pot.

Why I like this recipe so much...

Firstly, because its technically easy and doesn't include any especially obscure or specialised ingredients. If you wanted, you could add all the spices found in the Cajun mix separately. If you wanted you could use fresh diced tomatoes instead of tinned. Let your own skills, sense of adventure and degree of free time be your guide. Or just open the tins, that is good too.

Secondly, while it is full of flavours, it is also full of textures. Think about it, the main ingredients are meat (minced and cubes), beans (red and black) and tomatoes (crushed and diced). All of the main ingredients are represented in multiple textures.

And that is it. Please feel free to ask any questions, and enjoy with my blessing.

My Chili – Stage One

When I decided to try my hand at chili, I looked online and found a few recipes that sounded promising. Then I mixed and matched between them based upon the ingredients I had on-hand and my general cooking experience. Now days, my world famous recipe (‘world famous’ being rather easy to achieve when you are married to a diplomat and living in a digital age) is pretty well figured out. So, I thought I would share…

For the 1st stage you will need...
½ kilo of beef mince (hamburger).
½ kilo of hot Italian sausage
½ kilo beef cubes (smallish cubes, around the size you would get cutting a AA battery in half).
2 medium onions, diced
2 or 3 cloves of garlic, minced or finely sliced/chopped
1 Jalapeno pepper, de-seeded and finely chopped
1 or 2 tablespoons of Worcestershire sauce
2 or 3 tablespoons of Cajun spice mix
A ‘pinch’ each of salt and pepper

All of these ingredients are put into a bowl and worked together using the hands. Yep, just get in there with your fingers and squish, squish, squish. Once the ingredients are mixed, cover the bowl and put it in the refrigerator for a few hours. I try to prepare the meat mix in the evening so I can leave it overnight and cook the chili the next day.

Notes:
This recipe makes a lot of chili. Be sure you either have company for dinner or space in your freezer.

You can use less onion and make up the difference with green and/or red capsicum (peppers). I do not use them in deference to Jane.

When I say 'X or X' in the ingredients, use your own judgment and taste to choose between the lessor or larger amount (I typically go with the larger).

With the meats, better quality is better, but it's just chili so don't worry about it too much.

I find one jalapeno gives the chili a taste of spice, but is far from spicy. You may wish to add more chilies for extra heat. I recommend starting with a single birds eye (again, de-seeded and finely chopped) and working up from there in future batches.

When working with chilies, try to minimise your contact with the chili and make sure you keep your hands out of your mouth/eyes. Wash your hands (and the knife & cutting board) thoroughly afterward.

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Stage two (of two) coming soon.

Frosty the snow-lump

Despite the warnings of the snow-sage (yes, me) that the snow was not right, plans were made to visit the GG's park and create in our own image. Our special winter wear was dutifully donned, and a bucket filled with the required materials. To the park!

Lillian and Thomas bring buckets of snow for the cause, before gathering some badly needed sticks.
















































Pat, pat, pat, pat....

Despite many buckets and much patting, as foretold the snow was not right. It was too dry and powdery to stick together and create a proper snowman. And so one last bucket of snow was used to add a fez (complete with twig-tassel) to our creation before adding a carrot for the nose with some sultanas (raisins) for a mouth we had crated our very own snow-lump!

Yep, it's a snow-lump.

We returned the next day, and the squirrels had eaten his face. Ah well.

The coldest morning of our time in Canada

Its cold. Really cold (-37C ) In fact, it was so cold this morning broke a 40 year old Ottawa record. To be honest, I am glad it’s so cold. Last winter was really mild by local standards and if we hadn’t been hit by a few proper winter days this year I would have felt ripped off. Plus, now, whenever the subject of Canadian winters come up we can talk about today and conveniently ignore the rest.

 Getting the kids to school today was also a treat. Jane was convinced they would get frostbite on the way to the car. Layer upon layer was dutifully placed upon them, after which I got a park directly in front of the school (never happens) and we went straight inside. Because of the weather they won't play outside today.

In honour of the undeniable WINTER looming outside the house, here are some pics taken a couple weeks ago when it wasn't so absurdly frigid. One day we headed up to a little hill in  the GG's park with Adrian and his daughter Claire (aka our Kiwi neighbors) for a spot of sledding. Good fun, even if I am Tom and Lillian's sled-dog of choice. Yip Yip Appa-daddies!

And here (top) we have Lillian on the verge of learning an important thing about physics and Tom (bottom) enjoying physics.

BTW - I'll see if I can get some more pics of a snowshoeing expedition and another to make a snowman posted later today.

Xmas in Australia: Getting back.

What can I say? After the drama getting over there, the return was pretty mundane. Sad goobyes followed by hour after hour of unrelenting airplanes and airports. All told, it was about 28 hours of travel door to door. There were no dramas like the trip over, tho we did have the joy of going through some form of Immigration/Customs and airport secruity at Sydney and LA and again in Toronto. Annoying, but again no dramas or 'freedom-pats'. The kids were sad to leave grandma and grandad (and the beach), so they were extra grumpy. Tom especially was on a hair trigger for much of the trip. The kids are usually very good travellors so on this occasion I feel a bit sorry for the people around us, except for the guy right in front of me put his seat all the way back seconds after take off and left it there for the next 12 hours. Lets just say I didn't feel too bad about bumping the back of his seat on the many, many occasions I had to get something for the kids out of the bag at my extremely hard to reach feet..

LAX is a dump.

Seriously. The whole place is dirty. It has clearly been retrofitted (badly) to accomodate post 911 security requirments, there is no play area for kids and no WiFi for travellors. These signs (see piccy) were the cherry on top.

Toronto's airport, however, is not a dump. Free Wifi, no toxic waste and the longest moving sidewalk I have ever seen. Its brilliant. It has been engineered such that it moves slowly at the ends where you need to get on and off, but is very fast in the centre. Initially I was annoyed at having been landed what seemed like miles from the Customs & Immigration, but getting to ride the longest, fastest moving footpath I have ever seen made up for it. 

We finally rolled into the driveway about 1am. Everybody had a snack and changed into their Pjs before passing out for a few hours. We were exhausted enough that first night to sleep well, but jet-lag took its toll on subsequent nights. I remember 3am being a lotmore fun in my twenties.

Ribs! (and a quick Wikileak)

Our kids still go to bed relatively early, so most nights I serve dinner to Tom and Lillian before Jane gets home and we have ours later. However, with the entire family being in the grip of jet-lag the kids have been staying up a couple hours later than usual and Wednesday saw a family dinner.  It was a doubly special occasion as this would be their first ever encounter with BBQ ribs. Sticky fingers and faces ahoy!

Amusingly, when the dust settled Lillian's leftover rib-bones looked exactly like Jane's (ragged with missed bits of tedner, tasty, sticky, fleshy goodness). Meanwhile, Tom's had been picked absolutely clean exactly like mine. The table had been neatly split right down the middle on gender lines.

A Quick Wikileak...

A very good piece on the question/issues of the USA prosecuting Assange/WLeaks

http://balkin.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-us-shouldnt-prosecute-assangefor.html