Showing posts with label London. Show all posts
Showing posts with label London. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Random bits of History Goodness: The Crystal Palace

I recently watched a few episodes of my Favorite TV Show Ever, Great British Railway Journeys; a trip from Brighton to Crystal Palace.

I first heard the words Crystal Palace used together in a sentence when my voice teacher lived at the Crystal Palace train stop in south London.  Yes, I spent a year singing alto musical pieces in a flat in south London once a week.  I can murder the female part of Children of Eden's In Whatever Time We Have, but that's a different story.

Anyway, my voice teacher - I think his name was Martin, but I forget.  For the sake of memory, we'll just refer to him as Martin from here on out - he lived by Crystal Palace, so I heard the stop called out every week,  not knowing much about what it was, other than that it was also a football club.

Then I listened to Bill Bryson's wonderful book At Home, a History of Private Life on a road trip to Sacramento, and in his marvelous way, Bryson managed to give a history of the home tying together tea kettles to salt to Ikea to Crystal Palace.

In 1851 there was a Great Exhibition in London where Prince Albert decided it would be a good idea to have a showcase of all the new and wonderful inventions and industrial achievements of the modern world.  Lots of countries, including France, the US, and Egypt attended with over 14,000 exhibits in four categories: Raw Materials, Fine Arts, Machinery and Manufacturers.

Sir Joseph Paxton, an architect and Member of Parliament designed the glass palace, which was possible by recent advances in the technology of both cast iron and glass (cast plate glass invented in 1848, which allowed for cheap and strong large plates of glass) as well as a drop in the tax on glass, which made it cheaper.  He decided to have an entire palace made only of glass, including the ceiling, and worked the geometry around it.  The plates of glass measured 10 inches wide by 49 inches long, and it took millions of plates to build the entire building, which was 1851 feet long, 408 feet wide, and 128 feet high.

The whole thing felt like strolling through the park, as he had included live trees throughout the building.  But a major puzzle to work out was maintaining a comfortable temperature - this was decades before air conditioning, and thousands of people would be walking through the building, which was in Hyde Park originally (it was later moved to Syndenham Hill in South London after the Great Exhibition).  Paxton worked through this by having external shading cloths which could be wet and the water evaporation would cool the building.  He also built in some ventilation that helped move air from the floor to the ceiling.

It would have been pretty amazing to look at, and Paxton was knighted by Queen Victoria for his efforts.

After the Exhibition, the Palace was moved at a cost of almost ten times the initial cost to build it.  A consortium of businessmen thought it would be an attraction for people to come visit, and they turned it into the world's first theme park with roller coasters, cricket matches, and even 20 FA Cup finals between 1895 and 1914.  Part of the grounds included a Dinosaur Park, with models of dinosaurs, before any full fossils of complete dinosaurs were even discovered, though they were amazingly accurate for being mostly guesses.

The poor building was extremely unlucky, though.  First off in 1861 it was damaged by strong winds.  Then in 1866 a fire broke out destroying the north end and damaging some natural history exhibits.  In 1892 someone died from a hot air balloon accident.  In 1900 a visitor was trampled by an escaped elephant.

In November 1936 the whole thing caught fire and collapsed after a small office fire expanded and 400 firemen and 89 engines couldn't put it out.  The glow was visible from 8 counties, and Winston Churchill declared that it was "the end of an age."

Nowdays, Crystal Palace is a premiership football club, and I have no idea how they're doing because I only pay attention to Tottenham now, who are apparently just out of the Champion's League thanks to their recent loss to Chelsea.  Don't rely on me for any other in depth football analysis.  But you can watch this cool video with images of the Crystal Palace if you want to see more.


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Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy New Year's!

Well, I guess you all thought I disappeared off the face of the earth there for a while, huh?  Nope, I'm still here. And, in Reproductive News, I'm still not pregnant.

But on to other topics.

First, November was NaNoWriMo, which necessitated me spending all my writing time on my novel, which, incidentally, I really love.  I've taken a month away from it now, but I'm going to go back to it with a fresh view this month to start the editing process.  This is the fourth year I've done NaNoWriMo, and this is the first time I have really loved my book.

Then came Thanksgiving, with maternal visits, and lots of turkey.  Same thing you did, probably.

THEN I was up in San Francisco for a week.

And FINALLY the good stuff:  we've been in London since mid December.  Back in September my boss agreed to let me try out working here during a slow time of year, so that I could potentially spend a lot more time here, in the land that tickles my soul.  I work California hours, I transferred my phones over, and thanks to Skype, I see my boss more often now than I do when I'm at home.

With my work schedule I start work at about 4pm, which gives me my days to go exploring, wander on the Hampstead Heath, etc.  I had Christmas here, which was brilliant, and of course, New Year's.  The last time I celebrated Christmas in the UK was ten years ago.  It feels lovely to be back, with mince pies, and a full celebration of the 12 Days of Christmas (attention Target: if you're going to put up Christmas decorations on November 1, at least have the decency to leave them up the full Twelve Days of Christmas!  Oh, that's right, that interferes with your desire to start selling Valentine's.  Grrrr.).

I've been so busy living this amazing life, I haven't had much time to think about it, journal, blog, etc.  But I will try to do better, if for no other reason than to document the awesomeness that is my life right now.  I don't have a baby, but I do have England, so, you know, small victories.

Have you made any New Year's Resolutions?

I'm still working on mine, but they include:

1) Continuing to lose weight and get healthier.

2) Switch to mostly vegetarian foods.  Mostly because the cruelty to animals in the dairy industry, especially, simply horrifies me.  I feel like a hypocrite, saying I care about animals, and then supporting industries that force female cows to keep having calves so they continue to lactate, and then "dispose" of those calves. It makes me feel dirty when I think about it, and when I do eat dairy, I'm going to research it to make sure it's from a cruelty-free farm.

3) Practice transcendental meditation, which I was taught last week, at least once a day, regularly.

4) Read the entire King James Bible.  I missed doing it on the 400th anniversary year, but anyone who says they care about literature NEEDS to read the King James Bible, if only for the literary influences.  Even Christopher Hitchens (rest in peace) adored the King James Bible.  I'm ashamed that I've not read it completely.

5) Edit and self-publish my book.

Which leaves very little time for Skyrim, but I'm going to try to squeeze that in there, as I can...

And, the usual, complete the Damn Artists Way.

Seriously, I need to do it.  I'm driving myself crazy with my lame excuses for not.  Which leads me to my final one:

Give Up Being Lame.

Happy 2012...

Sunday, September 11, 2011

My 9-11 Remembrance: The Last Carefree Emails

I was living in London on September 11, 2001.  And so I got wind of what was happening in New York after lunch.  I had spent the morning sparring over email with Nick and Paul - twin brothers I had met through the choir we started.  We had a good time poking fun at each other, planning a Thanksgiving visit back to the US, poking fun at my boss (Lynne Franks, who was supposedly the inspiration for the show Absolutely Fabulous, and thinking about lunch (I went to Muji on Carnaby Street and bought some pens that lunchtime).  


It's weird to read these emails and think back on a time when I could innocently make a joke about how being considered an American was worse than being considered an idiot.  In a few hours, that kind of talk would become unpatriotic and borderline-treasonous.  


I had to leave London a few months after 9/11 because they cracked down a lot harder on visas, and people like me, who were on questionable student visas, suddenly found ourselves a bit stuck.  But that's a small price to pay.  London isn't going anywhere.  


It's odd for me to look back on this email thread and see the end of an era in real time.  It's a poor remembrance, but it's a remembrance nonetheless.


---------------------------------------- Message History ----------------------------------------

 From: Heather Anne Buettner on 11/09/2001
  09:49
 ZE8To:   Nick Bland/DMGCON/DMG UK/DeuBa@DMG UK cc:
Subject:  send me names

 please.
 thank you.
 hope you're feeling better today.

 xxh

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on 11/9/01, Nick Bland wrote:
 will do - let me get a report out and over they'll come . . . . .
Nick Bland

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 From: Heather Anne Buettner on 11/09/2001 09:57 ZE8
 To:   Nick Bland/DMGCON/DMG UK/DeuBa@DMG UK
 cc:
 Subject:  Re: send me names
 you rocketh most mightily.




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on 11/9/01 5:59 pm, Nick Bland wrote:

 i know . . .Paul & I want champers on the flight over with lunch!  Mwa!

 Nick Bland

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 From: Heather Anne Buettner on 11/09/2001 10:10

 ZE8
 To:   Nick Bland/DMGCON/DMG UK/DeuBa@DMG UK

 cc:
Subject:  Re: send me names


what's a champer?  Am I meant to understand what that means?

 Talk English for goodness sake.

 Mwa
  

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 on 11/9/01, Nick Bland wrote:

champers = champagne

 dur you're soo stoopid!

 Nick Bland

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 From: Heather Anne Buettner on 11/09/2001 10:29
ZE8
 To:   Nick Bland/DMGCON/DMG UK/DeuBa@DMG UK
cc:
Subject:  Re: send me names

 Dur, like how the hell am I supposed to understand your secret language?
 Geez.
 I'm not going to let you have champers.  You'll be all tipsy before we
even land.  No wait, that's me.
 I'm going to sit in the middle and take turns sleeping on each of you so
 you
each get equal amounts of Heather Drool on your shirts.  I bet you can't
 wait!











 -----Original Message-----




From: Nick Bland [mailto:]
 Sent: Tuesday, September 11, 2001 11:32 AM
 To: Heather Anne Buettner
 Cc: paul.bland@charrington.co.uk
 Subject: Re: send me names

 mmmm nice






 Nick Bland





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Tel: +44 (20)754-7025
 Email: 
  

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 on 11/9/01 6:13 pm, Paul Bland wrote:
Mmm heather drool - nice !!!! C'mon Heather you work with Lynn Franks !!!




Champers is an Ab fab-ism - which planet have you been living on ?? 





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From: Heather Anne Buettner [mailto:heather@seedfusion.com]

Sent: 11 September 2001 
To: Paul Bland; 'Nick Bland Subject: Re: Gucci, Armani, La Croix, Names Names Names !!!!

God, the two of you...sheesh.


 If you would stop forwarding on my emails to third parties (even if he IS

your brother) and send me the email list, I would be most appreciative, Nick! 


  I don't WATCH Ab-Fab, Paul - I WORK with her, I don't NEED to watch it.

 It's my LIFE, 'kay?

  I'm in a foul mood because I forget how to get to the place where I'm meant
to be singing tonight and the lady isn't answering my email.  I thought I
had it saved.  Fuck and buggers.

Now get back to work, the two of you... xxxxxxxxxxxxxh

 --------------------------------- 
on 11/9/01, Paul Bland  wrote:


 Isn't 'sheesh' a type of kebab ?????

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no, that's shish.  Sheesh is a noise you make when you're exasperated by nitpicky boys.

what are you both doing on saturday night?  Proms in the park. 
Let's go!
 ------------------------- 


on 11/9/01 1:44 pm, Paul Bland wrote:

 Heather - you're not an idiot, you're American and you should be proud !!
  Anyway, both you must sort out your e-mail disclamers/siggys - they make the  message
 sooo truncated !!!

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From: Heather Anne Buettner [mailto:heather@seedfusion.com]
 Sent: 11 September 2001 

 To: Paul Bland; 'Nick Bland'
 Subject: Re: Gucci, Armani, La Croix, Names Names Names !!!!

Nick - see what I mean... he thinks I'm American.  American.  Which is worse than being an idiot, don't you think?  You really know how to charm a girl, Paul.

And I don't put my siggy on, or disclaimers.  It's Nick. 

So what are you both doing for lunch? 
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on 11/9/01, Nick Bland  wrote:

  Paul - I think you mean protracted, truncated is the opposite
 Heather - nothing much wrong with your heritage, you should be proud of your
 history, all c.100 years of it.

look no siggy!

Ps no can do proms in tha park. . . doing a concert in Kent
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on 11/9/01, Paul Bland at  wrote:
 Fuck off Nick !
 Heather would you like to send a profanity to my bastard brother ?
  
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From: Heather Anne Buettner [mailto:heather@seedfusion.com]
 Sent: 11 September 2001 

 To: Paul Bland; 'Nick Bland'
 Subject: Re: Gucci, Armani, La Croix, Names Names Names !!!!

hey - language children...

still, ok.  fuck off nick.

and by the way, I'm not so sure the Indians (excuse me, Native Americans) would be happy with you neglecting them from our heritage!

typing w/ one hand as other has sandwich in it!

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on 11/9/01, Nick Bland  wrote:

 Go to www.cnn.com

 there's a picture of what has been reported as a plane crashing into the world
  trade centre in New York.


 ______________________________________ 
  From: Heather Anne Buettner [mailto:heather@seedfusion.com]
 Sent: 11 September 2001
 To: Paul Bland; 'Nick Bland'
 Subject: Re: Gucci, Armani, La Croix, Names Names Names !!!!
 I can't see it.

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on 11/9/01, Nick Bland wrote: 
  ohh you 2 are soo predictable . . .did you get my last mail re plane crashes
in the World trade Centre. . . .apparently there is more than one . . . sounds like a suicide mission to me. . . .
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From: Heather Anne Buettner [mailto:heather@seedfusion.com]
 Sent: 11 September 2001 

 To: Paul Bland; 'Nick Bland'
 Subject: Re: Gucci, Armani, La Croix, Names Names Names !!!!
 
And there was also just a bomb in the Pentagon in Washington

weird shit going on in New York. 

NICK are you EVER going to send me those names???? 
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on 11/9/01, Nick Bland  wrote:

 they've evacuated canary wharf given what has happened. . . . 
  
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From: Heather Anne Buettner [mailto:heather@seedfusion.com]
 Sent: 11 September 2001 

 To: Paul Bland; 'Nick Bland'
 Subject: Re: Gucci, Armani, La Croix, Names Names Names !!!!

 are you going?
--------------------------------------------- 

 on 11/9/01 , Nick Bland wrote:

No, they won't evacuate central London.
 
ps this is making me feel really sick. . .

 hope you're okay. . . .

------------------------------------ 
 From: Heather Anne Buettner [mailto:heather@seedfusion.com]
 
Sent: Tuesday, September 11, 2001 8:51 AM
 To: paul bland
Subject: good grief

why are people so awful?


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-----------
 on 11/9/01, Paul Bland wrote:

I know ! Lloyd's and around there has been evacuated ! I'm trying to call
 you - are you OK ?




From: Heather Anne Buettner [mailto:heather@seedfusion.com]
 Sent: 11 September 2001 

 To: Paul Bland; 'Nick Bland'
 Subject: Re: Gucci, Armani, La Croix, Names Names Names !!!!
 on the phone to parents - call 020 7287 6519 - that's lily's line  

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Swoon Time

So I unabashedly nurture a serious crush on Mark Hoppus, right?  Blink 182 is one of my favorite bands, and he is one of my favorite people-in-a-band.  It's completely platonic, though.  I secretly want for J and I to be best friends with him and his wife.  I imagine long afternoons with the four of us walking around London, where they just moved, eating noodles at Wagamama's, walking on the Heath with him making witty comments on demand about EastEnders while his wife Skye and I talk about fashion, yoga, and managing our work-life balances.

Of course, that would probably necessitate me being an entirely different person (the kind of person who talks about fashion, yoga, and managing a work-life balance, for example).  But still, the dream lives on.

And it got a serious boost when Mark Hoppus accepted my GoodReads friend request.  Now there's another thing we can all do together!  We can hang out at Waterstones in Picadilly!   Mark Hoppus is a nerd too!  I love it!

Geek that I am, I had to take a screenshot of me on the top of Mark Hoppus' friends list.  I'm such a nerd.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

App Fun: Caroling Edition

When I first got my android phone, I think I started blogging about some of my favorite apps.  At least, I think I meant to.

My favorite app this week is the Classic FM app.  When I lived in the UK I didn't have a TV (they have the nerve to tax television sets there, and the money goes to the BBC to provide some of the best quality programming on the planet...Sarah Palin would have a field day with that one, I'm sure) and I was broke, so I spent a lot of time listening to the radio.  Classic FM is the "pop" station for classical music.  They don't play full works (except for an hour or two every evening, they have the Full Works concert hour).  They have commercials.  They have a bright glossy magazine that comes out every month with a sample CD.

They even have the chutzpah to have a personals site.  I can see the first dates with that one.  Me: "You said you like Gombert in your profile, but now that we meet in person, I don't think you know anything about Gombert.  Were you just bulking up your profile?"  Them: "Yes, well, you would say that, wouldn't you?  Anyone who lists the second movement of Beethoven's 7th as her favorite piece of music would be judgmental and moody, wouldn't they?"  Me:  "Lemon Tart?  But you like Chopin?!"

So anyway, they have an app.  It's especially fun to listen while I'm driving to work because, seeing as they are based in London, which is 8 hours ahead of LA, they are doing the traffic reports for the commute home just as I am stuck at the 605.  I can pretend that they're talking in code, and the M25 really means the 210, and I'm actually really in London, but speaking a different language.  And without any Muji stores.  It's also fun to listen in the evening when it's the wee hours of the morning for them, and people working funny shifts are texting in requests for things to keep them awake, just as I'm trying to wind down.

Last night was the most fun I've had with the app.  It's Christmas time, and classical music goes well with Christmas, so they've been having fun playing lots of choral pieces and such.  I was making dinner, puttering around in the kitchen (or, I should say, faffing, seeing as how I'm pretending to be British here) with Classic FM playing in the background, and the rain was pouring down, and I was leaning against the counter drinking my gingerbread herbal tea, and for a moment I was 24 and still in Finsbury Park, and I was interested in the delays on the Northern Line because I would be going to the heath in the morning, and Jan was taking pictures of flowers in the living room, and later on we'd polish off a bottle of cheap red from Odd Bins and I probably wouldn't go to the heath in the morning anyway because I'd have a hangover.

And then a cat walked past and purred and I was back in my kitchen, but the delays on the Northern Line were still interesting because I didn't have to go trudging out to brave the elements.

So the Classic FM app is really a time-travel app, which I think is super cool.  If you're not into classical music, you might also try the Capital FM app, which has similar powers of teleportation, only via pop music.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Routes

Last Sunday I went to the Museum of London, an amazing museum at the Barbican about the complete history of London, with four galleries each covering prehistory, Roman annexation, Medieval/Renaissance and the 17th century fire and plagues. It's an awesome spot, and highly recommended to anyone interested in London, its history and development.

This poem, written by Bernardine Evaristo, is carved into glass in the entrance of the prehistory gallery. I'm not a huge poetry person. I say I'm too ADD, but really I just lack the patience that it takes to be profoundly with words the way you need to be to really get poetry. That being said, since I journeyed to City Lights bookstore a few weeks ago, and bought a book of Beat Poetry, I've been getting more into it. I actually took 15 minutes to really be with this poem when I was at the museum, and I even took a picture of the glass so I would be able to bring it home with me.

Take a few minutes and enjoy...
(and thank you for your wonderful words, Bernardine Evaristo):

Routes

Time has frozen this midwinter night
Outside, the pavement coated with a transparent skin

Inside, I retreat into down, sensing the vibration
Of polar sheets creeping south, burying us

A thousand feet under blue ice, diverting the river
Out of the Vale of St. Albans into the Lindon Basin

Welcome home. Welcome first citizen, chasing
Reindeer over the hip joint with France,

Tropical and glacial cycles, waves of migrators -
Your long trek north, from below the Sahara,

Circling a camp fire by the Thames
The hair of wolves over tight backs; dread -

Locked beards, un-polished eyes, your slow,
Heavy mouths chewing fresh rhinoceros, roasted

No spices, unaware that you are dislocating
From France as you eat, that the Channel is rising,

That my heated body floats above a London of birch
And pine forest, of open grassland where gangs

Of straight-tusked elephants gather in Trafalgar
Square, hippopotami wallow in the brown marshes

Of Pall Mall and from Marble Arch I gaze longingly
On sheets of marigold, meadowsweet, mint


Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Wednesday

Weird day today. I passed out last night at 10, and then woke up at 4. Then I was awake until 8 and went back to sleep until 11. I don't like sleeping until 11, but I prefer sleep to not sleeping. Then we left for Victoria so J could catch his flight to Amsterdam. We're having a little separate vacation now while he visits friends in Amsterdam and Sweden. I'd have been going with him, but I left it too late to buy my tickets, and the BA strike has made it impossible. So I saw him off, and am enjoying the extra time in London.


I walked from Victoria to Westminster Abbey and played tourist. I don't think I've ever taken a picture of Westminster Abbey before. I've always felt self-conscious about being an American and never wanted to look like a tourist.

Then a walk through St. James' Park, which is my second-favorite park in London, after the Hampstead Heath. The birds were out playing.



Afterwards I wandered up to Picadilly, and had fun in book heaven at Waterstones - five floors of books...ahhhhh, comfort. Then through Soho, eating a sandwich at Golden Square, and then some shopping. I was blown away by the fact that Borders has closed in the UK. It's made me very sad - I've spent hours and hours in the stores on Oxford Street and Charing Cross road. I had a quiet evening in the flat, took a lovely bath, and then we watched the Tottenham/Fulham match. I should be writing right now, but watching Road Wars (the UK COPS equivalent) is much more appealing.



Monday, March 22, 2010

Perfect London Day

Samuel Johnson said that when you tire of London, you tire of life. And I agree. I had a completely perfect London day today - did just about everything I'd want to do if I only had one day here.

The morning started out perfectly - sunlight streaming through the windows, and the sounds of Sandor puttering around in the kitchen, and then when he left, a bath and ClassicFM. A side note - I love listening to ClassicFM at home online, but it's annoying with the time difference - in the morning when I want perky and peppy music, they're doing the stress-free-evening-commute music. Nice to have it at the right time of day.

Then some time spent wandering around Covent Garden, exploring alleyways, and eating at nando's chicken. Which is ridiculously hip, but not so much so that I was afraid of it. Then we moseyed back to the National Gallery and took in some art. Original Da Vinci's, Titian, etc. But first, a visit to the crypt of St. Martin's in the Field, because J was so weirded out about a restaurant in a crypt.

We played around in Soho, shopping - J bought trendy shoes and a camera, I bought a new cell phone from Orange and some products from Boots - I always load up on Boots products to take home - it makes me feel exotic to use products from England. We walked up and down Oxford Street, and up to Bedford Square for a peaceful walk. Then I got asked for directions by some tourists. They wanted to go to the British Museum, and it reminded me that the British Museum is really quite nice, so we went and checked out some ancient sculptures.


Then a bus back to Oxford Circus where we met up with my ex-violin-teacher Mark, and got dinner at Wagamama's. I also love Wagamama's. I'm so predictable. For the past ten years I've been going to Wagamamas and getting the number 43. I really should expand my horizons, but I haven't yet. Sandor arrived in Soho and we met up where he was eating dinner with the lovely Anna-Louisa, who is one of my new favorite people. Fortified with hot chocolate, we headed to the arcade to play Dance Dance Revolution and Guitar Hero.

So my day had everything a perfect day in London should have. Good friends, good food, culture, history, good walks, shopping, waiting for busses, and the random rain shower.




Sunday, March 21, 2010

A journey of a thousand miles...

To be filed under "This blows my mind": It took me, door to door, 15 hours to get from my house to Sandor's bathtub. How freaking crazy is that? Planes continually blow my mind.

So we're in the UK. It's my celebratory "I finished the Introduction Leader's Program" trip. I'm now an official Introduction Leader for Landmark Education, so if anybody wants to know more about the Landmark Forum, I'm the girl to ask. I reached the final milestone on Thursday night, and am honored to be part of such an amazing body of people. Introduction Leaders are some of the most awesome people I've ever met, and I'm so proud to be joining the ranks. I never thought this would be possible - I never thought that I would be able to do what was required of me to reach this - to break myself up and go through what I had to go through - and now that I've been able to achieve it, I know that the world is my oyster.

I had given up playing the Introduction Leader's game last saturday. I told everyone I wasn't interested in it any longer, and then I had an insight into how I'm always so confused about everything, and how that's the story of my life, but that there's also a big payoff there in that I never need to take responsibility for my actions and decisions. So I made a commitment and put myself out there, and said I'd be an IL by Friday night. And I did what I had to do, even in the face of no agreement, and made it happen. If I could make that happen in six days, I can make anything happen.

So I'm now in my own Renaissance. I am creating myself with my word. I am giving my word to things, making promises that call me to be bigger than I know myself, and going after things with gumption.

Random activities for the day: I watched Up in the Air, and The Informant on the plane, and still slept for about three hours. If you watched The Informant, and didn't listen to the This American Life that inspired it, you should do so now. Truth is stranger than fiction. When we got back to Sandor's, I immediately took a bath, and then slept for 2 hours. Then we met up with Sandor's friend John, and got sushi at Ukai. On tomorrow's agenda: a non-boozy night out in Soho.

I'm happy and content and life is good.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Pig Panic

Seriously, what's up with all the swine panic? Do we as a human race (and Americans especially) really just need something to freak out about at all times? Now that we live in sublime comfort (compared to the rest of our ancestors for, say, most of human history), and we don't have to go out and chase buffalo for food, and worry about starvation, cold, death by being burned as a heretic, and any other number of ways to die that led to a life expectancy of about 28... are we just finding new and ridiculous things to freak out about?

If I hear one more person talk about a pandemic I'm going to throw something at them. Seriously.

That being said, to stop complaining for a second, how much do I totally love Fresh and Easy markets? I knew I would since they're owned by Tesco in the UK, who's Tesco Local in Covent Garden I bought many a lunchtime prawn sandwich from, but additionally, they are just a really great supermarket. Like a combination of Trader Joe's (size, unique brands, lots of good organic produce) and Costco (stuff isn't unpacked all the time, it's super-cheap, free samples) it is the only place I've been doing grocery shopping for about 2 months now. And for the 30 minutes a week that I'm there, I can ignore all the American accents, focus on the wheatabix and marmite, and pretend that I'm back in Covent Garden and I shall shortly walk over to Charing Cross Road and spend two hours in Foyle's. It's kind of the way I get in the Boots aisle at Target. For a couple of blissful moments a week I can stare at the Boots brands, and pretend I'm in Picadilly and will be walking back up to Brewer Street stopping for a coffee from the Italian Stallion at Cafe Nero along the way.

It's funny how life gets all wrapped up in brands...

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Still trying to make up my mind what to do when I grow up

I'm having a Weird Day. Well, actually it's been a Weird Week. I went up to San Mateo on Wednesday, and am going up again this week. I'd say I'm getting too old for all those long days, but I'm not. I guess I'm just lazy at the moment. The past two weeks have been really stressful, and I'm finding it difficult to manage life in the midst of stress. Like the huge piles of mail that seem to be mating and having children every time I step away from my desk.

So I tried to spend this weekend just chilling out. Went to the video store and got two movies, made a big batch of Italian Wedding soup to graze on all day, have been reading, napping, etc. I must get to the mail pile at some point, but it will still be there tomorrow, and I'm not going to mail any checks on a Sunday night, so I'm just going to listen to Bruckner and deal with it tomorrow.

The thing that made today Weird, though, was that I watched a wonderful movie, Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, which I highly recommend. But the building that one of the main characters lived in is the building I used to work in, on John Adam Street, WC2H, near the Charing Cross Station and the bend in the Thames. It got me really missing London. I'm really struggling to figure out how I'm going to get back there. When I first had to leave I was all full of optimism. I'd get my MBA and would find a company to sponsor me, or I'd just start a company, or I'd become a famous writer, or I'd get married to a British man, or something simply because I had to be in London. It's where my soul is supposed to be. When I would go back on vacations I'd send postcards to myself, reminding myself of how happy I am there, and warning myself not to get lazy and complacent. (On a side note, the first time J and I went to London, he said he was amazed because I was like me, only totally different. It was like me on steroids or something. He said I was happy and energetic and alive in ways he'd never seen in me before).

Which now, seven years later, it appears I've done. I keep trying to believe that everything happens for a reason, and I'm on a Path and I'll be led back there when the time is right, or I'll just figure something out and the heavens will open up and everything will be magic again. But the chances of that happening, especially next year if I get pregnant, are getting more slim. So I give myself pep-talks. Ok, this is the year when I really figure my sh*t out, right? No more being Lazy. Whatever it is - marketing for libraries, freelance marketing, who the heck knows - whatever it is, I'll do it This Year. And another year goes by, and I've not done it.

I don't want to just have another pep-talk with myself. I want to cause a transformation in my thinking, Landmark-style.

So rather than thinking about what I want to be when I grow up, I think I need to focus on the lifestyle I want, and then create something that fits within that.

The first thing is mobility. I want to be able to spend summers in the UK, and the school year in PA. And I would like to travel to CA on a regular basis. I want my child to be fully aware of, and engaged with, the larger world around him/her, and to experience it firsthand. I want him to be both a cricket and a baseball fan. Thankfully, with the internet, that is possible in ways it never was even fifteen years ago.

Second, I do not want to have to travel for work a lot. I want the travel I do to largely be pleasure. I travel for work a lot now, and I'm growing weary of it. A few times a year, maybe even once every six weeks or so, that's ok. But not every week, or even every month.

Third, I want to work for myself so that I own my time. Whether that means having some consulting gigs, and then having clients of my own, I don't know. And I don't mind hard work and long-ish hours. But I want to control those hours.

Fourth, goshdarnit, I want to make a good salary. I won't hide it. I'm good at what I do, and I need to learn how to charge for it properly. It's one thing having a salary, like I do now, and quite another to say up-front to a potential client "I think this is what I'm worth" and give some number that seems huge to me, but probably isn't so bad to them.

One good thing about the economy right now is that everyone is hunkering down and it's giving me a chance to plan and think and come to some decisions so that when things turn around - and they will - it will be good timing. I need to get on people's radar now, so that in a few years they'll hire me and I will make this dream-life thing come true.

I'm too young to be giving up on my dreams, right? I mean, everyone is too young to give up on dreams, but I'm particularly too young. And then I can watch movies with buildings in London and not cry inside.

Besides, this whole Getting Back To London thing has become the Story of my Life, and it's getting a little bit boring to keep repeating. So I've gotta stop it and just figure it out already.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Ode to Partying

When I was 25 I had my "going out on the pull" outfit, which was a pair of slinky black trousers with this little teensy TopShop magenta sweater that was cut waaaay too deep in both the front and the back and barely met the waistband of the trousers. I know it's probably tame compared to what "kids these days" wear, but having grown up in Amish Country it was quite risque, and I felt like a hussy whenever I wore it on Big Nights Out when I thought being a hussy would be fun.

I partied like a rock star, and since it was London and I never had to worry about driving, I did it the "right" way, too. On more than one occasion, I peed my pants on the Underground (if I was coherant enough, I'd get off at the first stop and wait for the next train so the other passengers could deal with my little accidental puddle). Once I threw up on myself. Another time I fell asleep while my friend was trying to get a cab, and when I woke up a few minutes later, I was surrounded by coins. People obviously thought I was homeless. The perpetual 25 year old in me thinks that was really hilarious.

I didn't even mind the hangovers so much. There was this fun sense of comraderie standing in line at Burger King with the other hungover people in the morning, trying to get enough grease and salt to soak up the alcohol so that the world wasn't blurry and our heads weren't splitting. Eating a salty croissant thing for breakfast, getting a 10am packet of kettle chips, guzzling water. Being able to say "god, I hope last night was worth all this..." and knowing that it probably wasn't, but it was still fun.

These days I get excited by getting my Ralphs Rewards bonus points for bringing my own bags to the grocery store. The Anya Hindmarch bags at Target gave me a wee bit of a Targasm. Going out to chase the skunk off the porch is always a little bit scary - what if he sprays? Oooh, the danger....

Sheesh.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Sunday morning football in London - and mini self-Pep-Rally

The Saints and Chargers are at Wembley today, and I'm not in London. I'm getting kind of annoyed with myself these days. When I first came back from England in 2002 (where have the last 6 years gone?) I was all committed to getting back there right away. I was completely in action about it. Writing to people, submitting stuff everywhere, going back all the time to make sure people remembered me. In my defense, I was 25, living back at home, didn't have 9 cats, wasn't married, and had a lot more energy. But ok, so I had more energy and time. But so what? Am I still committed to being able to live in London part time? If so, I need to get off my butt and make it happen.

Ok. So that's my pep talk to myself.

It's Sunday, which means laundry, cleaning up, fresh litter boxes, and cooking.

Also, I'm finally participating in National Novel Writing Month, so I need to start brainstorming and working on that a bit. Nothing too exciting. A nice fall day. Maybe a fire in the fireplace later and pumpkin carving. And writing. And working out. And dreaming. Yay for sundays.