Official rhubarbs from the big city over the hill (past 4 Corners), Hydra, are that we have a new sheriff in town (mayor). This time, with a clear majority, so as not to scupper Miaoulis ships. To this end, we residents from outer Kaministan wish Angelos Kotronis, the new Chief Chair, the very best of office and our well wishes. We also wish to thank Kosta Anastopoulos for his 16 years of dedicated and constructive service to our community.
Weather and boats ashore; not shots of people in ballot lines, or purple fingers, or thumbs in the air, or other flag-waving events associated around the world when electing a new politician. Simply how outer Kamininstan viewed the day queue free… may the best man have won!!
The weather helped make it the holiday it should be.
Voting in Kamini passed without a hitch.
While there is still a learning-curve in progress, we hope you will enjoy our latest endeavors. It was noted that the Comet hasn’t been as active of late; some thought that perhaps enthusiasm had waned.
We intend to rectify this impression henceforth with weekly photos, more frequent inside news and images, and most probably an alternative slant to the rumors and rhubarbs. And we’ve added the ability for visitors to participate with their own muses and mutters.
Above all this is for fun; there is no hidden commercial agenda to the Comet. We like to share with those few who appreciate the outer/lighter side of Hydra. This is not an enticement in disguise; we will deliberately ungloss life in our valley. We like it as it is—too far off the norm for anything the ‘real-world’ should perceive as a real destination, other than a short visit. We do support commercial developmen—on other islands.
Michael in designer T shirt at Capt. George
“E-mail? Internet? What a gimmick! We have fax machines! What more does one need?” This not from a local but an ex-patriot who spent a substantial part of the year living abroad in the first world. And as recently as 1996, a time on the island when the drachma was an almost nonexchangeable currency and the euro a coin not yet on the horizon.
I was not to be deterred, insisting that one day in the not-too-distant future, e-mail and the Internet would effect a global communications revolution. I had this idea of opening the first cybercafé and website about the Rock. Much like the old telegraph office used to be. The only two people at the time who were able to share this vision were our mayor, Kostas Anastopoulou, and a semiretired Swedish friend who had come to live on the island, Michael Giese.
We were so optimistic about the future of the internet.
When we launched the Hydranet website, it was bigger than all the cyberspace occupied by Crete and Corfu combined. As joint lunatics, appreciated by the one-off tourist and a paltry few who knew of other folk with an @ address, we had a lot of fun braving the huge learning curve of a new technology. Only in 1997, after a house was sold as a result of communications via our system, were we even taken seriously.
In days gone, when hair was dark and long.
Recently a regular Comet visitor pointed out that our cheerful little website was becoming something of an obituary list. So we chose not to introduce Michael’s passing as a simple MIA name but to highlight a bit of his and our pioneering experience on the island. My partner in crime passed suddenly in his home, Uppsala, Sweden, on October 26. He will be much missed by all who knew him.