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The adventure begins!
Aug. 14th, 2022 09:03 amWe are on our way!!!!! Or will be when the taxi arrives. Goodbye house -- see you next year!!!!
(Otherwise known as, "surely my friends list knows everything...")
OK, here's my problem. We're going back to Halifax next month, so that I can pack up my office, arrange for shipping to the UK, say goodbye, all that stuff. And obviously, we are taking Spartacus with us.
We don't have a car in the UK; we have a borrowed carseat, but Spartacus has just outgrown it, so we won't be taking it with us. I have a car in Halifax (which I'm planning to sell). My usual practice is to take a taxi from the airport to the city. Now, as far as I can tell, taxicabs are actually exempt from childseat laws in Canada (at least, they are in Ontario -- as so often, it's harder to find info on other provinces), but I am a little nervous on two counts -- first, that it's about a 20 minute trip, and second, that I have serious doubts that a taxi driver will take us without a carseat. Does anyone have advice or suggestions?
I've emailed a child stuff rental company about renting a carseat (and some other stuff) while we're there, but they don't seem to do airport dropoffs. I'm going to phone my usual cab company (if I can find their card!) and ask them for advice. I think I'll also email former colleagues with children back in Halifax to see what they suggest (and hope that someone would offer to come pick us up! but that seems unlikely). In the worst-case scenario, there's a shuttle bus to downtown hotels that I can take -- after all, we'll be taking a bus to the airport here, and that's a much longer trip. But generally, by the time I've arrived in the airport, I just want to get the rest of the way, and I suspect that Spartacus will feel the same.
(And yes, I know he'll be on the plane in our laps, but air travel is statistically much safer than car travel...)
OK, here's my problem. We're going back to Halifax next month, so that I can pack up my office, arrange for shipping to the UK, say goodbye, all that stuff. And obviously, we are taking Spartacus with us.
We don't have a car in the UK; we have a borrowed carseat, but Spartacus has just outgrown it, so we won't be taking it with us. I have a car in Halifax (which I'm planning to sell). My usual practice is to take a taxi from the airport to the city. Now, as far as I can tell, taxicabs are actually exempt from childseat laws in Canada (at least, they are in Ontario -- as so often, it's harder to find info on other provinces), but I am a little nervous on two counts -- first, that it's about a 20 minute trip, and second, that I have serious doubts that a taxi driver will take us without a carseat. Does anyone have advice or suggestions?
I've emailed a child stuff rental company about renting a carseat (and some other stuff) while we're there, but they don't seem to do airport dropoffs. I'm going to phone my usual cab company (if I can find their card!) and ask them for advice. I think I'll also email former colleagues with children back in Halifax to see what they suggest (and hope that someone would offer to come pick us up! but that seems unlikely). In the worst-case scenario, there's a shuttle bus to downtown hotels that I can take -- after all, we'll be taking a bus to the airport here, and that's a much longer trip. But generally, by the time I've arrived in the airport, I just want to get the rest of the way, and I suspect that Spartacus will feel the same.
(And yes, I know he'll be on the plane in our laps, but air travel is statistically much safer than car travel...)
packing spam
May. 28th, 2007 04:14 pmI usually take two suitcases to the UK for the summer; this isn't unreasonable, since I'm there for two and a half months. This year I'm pretty sure I could fit everything into my duffle, although I probably won't. I'll have to think about it; after all, it's not like we don't have a few small suitcases lying around at home, for short trips during the summer. But then, I do a lot of shopping while I'm there, so I might want the extra space when I come back...
Decision-making is clearly a problem for me today.
Decision-making is clearly a problem for me today.
two memes! two!
May. 1st, 2007 11:16 pmFirst, via ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marinarusalka, a list of the 50 most-visited (non-religious pilgrimage) tourist attractions in the world. Bold where you've been, italicize where you WANT to go, and name one place you want to go that is NOT on the list.
( Clearly, to be well-traveled, I need to go to more amusement parks )
I also really want to do this meme (seen everywhere, most recently onminim_calibre and lizbee's journals:
Name three fics you think I will never, ever, ever write. In return (and if inspired), I will attempt to write a snippet of one of them.
Although of course I still have 5 Winchester crossovers to get through from the last meme... but this looks fun.
marinarusalka, a list of the 50 most-visited (non-religious pilgrimage) tourist attractions in the world. Bold where you've been, italicize where you WANT to go, and name one place you want to go that is NOT on the list.( Clearly, to be well-traveled, I need to go to more amusement parks )
I also really want to do this meme (seen everywhere, most recently on
minim_calibre and lizbee's journals:Name three fics you think I will never, ever, ever write. In return (and if inspired), I will attempt to write a snippet of one of them.
Although of course I still have 5 Winchester crossovers to get through from the last meme... but this looks fun.
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Feb. 16th, 2007 12:27 pmBy the way, weather-and-airport gods willing, in about ten hours I will be heading off to Oxford for a week. Yay!
Between now and then there is packing, and exam marking, and the ritual pre-travel fridge-and-bathroom-cleaning exercise. And possibly even reshelving some of the many books now covering my desk.
Between now and then there is packing, and exam marking, and the ritual pre-travel fridge-and-bathroom-cleaning exercise. And possibly even reshelving some of the many books now covering my desk.
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May. 17th, 2006 04:48 pmHere I am!
For some reason, the home internet connection seems to be working. I do not know why, and would like to, so that I can fix it the next time it breaks. Very confusing.
I am so incredibly jet-lagged, and had Gatwick-related travel adventures. Joy.
Also, someday, I will spend my summers somewhere with reliable weather.
For some reason, the home internet connection seems to be working. I do not know why, and would like to, so that I can fix it the next time it breaks. Very confusing.
I am so incredibly jet-lagged, and had Gatwick-related travel adventures. Joy.
Also, someday, I will spend my summers somewhere with reliable weather.
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May. 16th, 2006 03:20 pmI'm packing up the computer, phoning a cab, and heading off to the airport for my regular translatlantic jaunt. Internet access on the other side will be spotty; I'll check in when I can.
Be good while I'm gone.
Be good while I'm gone.
earthquake
Apr. 18th, 2006 03:31 pmToday is the 100th anniversary of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake (and fire, but that went on for abut three days). It's been nice to be back here for it, even though we haven't been to any of the memorials; I don't have thinky thoughts about it, but it was one of the events that shaped the city so profoundly that it was always part of my mental landscape as I grew up -- the place the fire stopped, the buildings which fell and the buildings which didn't fall (ours, for example). It's the kind of thing that makes it difficult for me to understand how people can think that history doesn't matter. And of course the earthquake, fire and subsequent rebuilding were much in my mind last year when watching the coverage of hurricane Katrina; the Chronicle has been rerunning stories about the earthquake and aftermath and there have been some interesting similarities.
In honor of the day, Muni (the local bus company) is offering free travel today, as my parents and I discovered when we caught the bus to go to the park to see the new De Young Museum, which is one of the ugliest buildings I have ever seen in my life. Really. It might look all right in Berlin or Texas, but sitting in the middle of Golden Gate Park it looks like a 1970s-style rusty airport terminal covered in chicken wire. I thought that the tower was still under construction when I first saw it, because I couldn't imagine that anyone would build such a monstrously out-of-place structure there on purpose. (It manages to look both very ugly and very expensive, which is probably not as hard as I'd imagine). The collection is probably very good, although we never went to see it, since it was such a nice day -- instead, we walked around the botanic gardens, which are lovely.
Technically, going to the park is kind of a commemorative exercise, since that's where everyone had to live when their houses collapsed or burnt down.
In honor of the day, Muni (the local bus company) is offering free travel today, as my parents and I discovered when we caught the bus to go to the park to see the new De Young Museum, which is one of the ugliest buildings I have ever seen in my life. Really. It might look all right in Berlin or Texas, but sitting in the middle of Golden Gate Park it looks like a 1970s-style rusty airport terminal covered in chicken wire. I thought that the tower was still under construction when I first saw it, because I couldn't imagine that anyone would build such a monstrously out-of-place structure there on purpose. (It manages to look both very ugly and very expensive, which is probably not as hard as I'd imagine). The collection is probably very good, although we never went to see it, since it was such a nice day -- instead, we walked around the botanic gardens, which are lovely.
Technically, going to the park is kind of a commemorative exercise, since that's where everyone had to live when their houses collapsed or burnt down.
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Sep. 23rd, 2005 08:52 amYou know, I like CSI. I really do. And yet I can't seem to help falling asleep halfway through each episode--for some reason I just can't keep my eyes open. I generally wake up a couple minutes before the end, too. It's very strange.
We're heading out of town for the weekend -- to Louisburg, where there is a rebuilt 18th century French fort, as I understand it, full of people in costume and all that kind of thing. Canada seems to do this stuff rather well, so it ought to be good. Have fun while I'm gone!
ETA: Dude, I'm being paid in a petrocurrency. The Canadian dollar is doing really well these days; too bad my bank still won't trust me with a credit card!
ETA2: I hope that all of you down on the Gulf Coast will be safe, this weekend.
We're heading out of town for the weekend -- to Louisburg, where there is a rebuilt 18th century French fort, as I understand it, full of people in costume and all that kind of thing. Canada seems to do this stuff rather well, so it ought to be good. Have fun while I'm gone!
ETA: Dude, I'm being paid in a petrocurrency. The Canadian dollar is doing really well these days; too bad my bank still won't trust me with a credit card!
ETA2: I hope that all of you down on the Gulf Coast will be safe, this weekend.
Home again, home again
Sep. 7th, 2005 07:33 pmIf there's a part of the Nova Scotia coastline that isn't beautiful beyond words, I haven't seen it. The Eastern Shore is, I think, the part to go to for lovely sandy beaches -- these huge crescents of fine silver sand. It's the kind of place which is described as "wild" and "unspoiled" in tourist brochures, and not without reason -- a heavily populated part of it would be a dozen houses clinging to the shoreline.
And I think it's the longest distance I've ever driven in Canada without passing a Tim Hortons (with the possible exception of 11 between Nipigon and Hearst -- but then, there's hardly anything on 11 between Nipigon and Hearst), and although I mock its ubiquity, I would have been happy enough to see one this morning, when we drove for about an hour and a quarter before finding a place to eat breakfast.
And I think it's the longest distance I've ever driven in Canada without passing a Tim Hortons (with the possible exception of 11 between Nipigon and Hearst -- but then, there's hardly anything on 11 between Nipigon and Hearst), and although I mock its ubiquity, I would have been happy enough to see one this morning, when we drove for about an hour and a quarter before finding a place to eat breakfast.
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Aug. 22nd, 2005 01:51 pmI was writing up a post about our weekend away, but it got pretty dull. Suffice it to say that Nova Scotia is very pretty, especially the Annapolis Valley and the area around Digby and Digby Neck. It also is not heavily touristed, because people from Halifax tend to go to the South Shore (closer), and people coming in from Yarmouth drive up the South Shore to Halifax; Digby is kind of on the back end of Nova Scotia. As we drive thorugh one charming seaside village after another, we indulged in the fantasy life, in which BH gets a job in Halifax, we sell our house in Oxford, and buy a flat in town and a little summer house out on the coast. Wishful thinking, I fear -- my bank won't even give me a credit card yet, because I am an Unreliable Foreigner.
Anyway, among the highlights were ( the Annapolis County fair and expo )
The point of the exercise, though, was ( whale-watching off Digby Neck )
All in all, a very good break. Especially if you like scallops, which Digby is famous for. Scallops for breakfast, scallops for dinner... mmm. Scallops.
Anyway, among the highlights were ( the Annapolis County fair and expo )
The point of the exercise, though, was ( whale-watching off Digby Neck )
All in all, a very good break. Especially if you like scallops, which Digby is famous for. Scallops for breakfast, scallops for dinner... mmm. Scallops.
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Jul. 27th, 2005 09:04 pmWell, I've packed the girliest luggage ever (OK, it could be pink, but still), and we're off to Berlin in the morning. Sadly, all the German I ever knew I got from cramming for a reading comprehension test, so I can't really remember anything, and the Berlitz phrasebook is really only useful if you'd like a haircut and your trousers hemmed.
I'm bringing Krycek out for a spin because my memories of Heathrow Terminal One are not good.
It turns out that we will get a backstairs tour of the Reichstag, via a political connection of one of the BH's colleagues. (We assumed this wouldn't happen because of the elections -- everyone would be out campaigning -- but somehow it was scheduled in, I hate to think under what auspices).
And finally, BH finished HPB, the first Harry Potter book he's ever managed to read. ( cutting for discussion )
I wonder if there's an Earth-based series I couldn't cross with the Dalziel and Pascoe books?
I'm bringing Krycek out for a spin because my memories of Heathrow Terminal One are not good.
It turns out that we will get a backstairs tour of the Reichstag, via a political connection of one of the BH's colleagues. (We assumed this wouldn't happen because of the elections -- everyone would be out campaigning -- but somehow it was scheduled in, I hate to think under what auspices).
And finally, BH finished HPB, the first Harry Potter book he's ever managed to read. ( cutting for discussion )
I wonder if there's an Earth-based series I couldn't cross with the Dalziel and Pascoe books?
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Jul. 12th, 2004 11:51 amSo here I am, getting ready to travel again. Oh joy, oh rapture, oh bliss. At least the B.H. is at the other end of this particular journey.
I note with alarm--but not surprise, because I rather suspected that this would happen--that the current administration is looking for ways to postpone the election in case of terrorist attacks. Like terrorist attacks themselves, I do not believe that this is a partisan issue--I would like to believe that any Republicans reading this are as horrified as I am that an elected government would consider interfering with the regular workings of American democracy (clunky though they may be) for anything less than total catastrophe. Such a thing would be nothing less than the establishment of a tyranny.
I note with alarm--but not surprise, because I rather suspected that this would happen--that the current administration is looking for ways to postpone the election in case of terrorist attacks. Like terrorist attacks themselves, I do not believe that this is a partisan issue--I would like to believe that any Republicans reading this are as horrified as I am that an elected government would consider interfering with the regular workings of American democracy (clunky though they may be) for anything less than total catastrophe. Such a thing would be nothing less than the establishment of a tyranny.
breaking out the travel icon
Jul. 11th, 2004 01:54 pmToday, as you all know, is Sunday.
Friday, the movers came to my new apartment. The city is digging up the street outside, so it was a bit of a tight fit with the moving van. Also, movers are such wimps. So I live on the third floor and there isn't an elevator--I only have two pieces of furniture, and half my books went straight into my car. And yet the movers kept moaning and whining about what a pain this move was.
(As an aside, as I was describing my apartment to one of my new colleagues--the other woman, who bears a striking resemblance to Kay Howard*--commented, in her perfect Kay voice, "Oh, H-- Street. That's where all the hookers used to hang out." But the area has gentrified, as waterfront tends to.)
I appear to be unlucky with doors. The movers managed to break the front door of the building (luckily, the outer door, not the one that locks), and this morning when I tried to get out of my apartment I discovered that the doorknob no longer was connected to the latch. I had to break myself out with a credit card. I've taped the door, but left a screwdriver just outside in case I had to break in again.
Yesterday I did the actual "moving into the apartment." It was a bit awkward, and I don't have various things that one rather needs. A coffee-maker (because I am picky.) Curtains on the bathroom windows (and as I look out into a big courtyard, this is really dreadful.) A stereo (the movers lost it, somewhere between Portland and Halifax.) Today I came into the office to unpack a few boxes of books (sadly, there are still another four back at the apartment.) Tomorrow, I'm going home to Oxford for six weeks. I may not be around much on the internet for that time, due to the evils of BT.
*One of my Chicago professors reminded me strongly of John Munch, which made meeting with him rather difficult. I couldn't shake the feeling that his incisive comments on my work were really designed to get me to 'fess up to murder.
ETA: Oh, and I found a good used bookstore, where I picked up two Reginald Hill mysteries I hadn't read before. Sadly, the editions refer to them as Dalziel/Pascoe novels, which leads my mind someplace it would rather not be. And then, the biggest score--a copy of Rosemary Harris, The Bright and Morning Star. Excellent.
Friday, the movers came to my new apartment. The city is digging up the street outside, so it was a bit of a tight fit with the moving van. Also, movers are such wimps. So I live on the third floor and there isn't an elevator--I only have two pieces of furniture, and half my books went straight into my car. And yet the movers kept moaning and whining about what a pain this move was.
(As an aside, as I was describing my apartment to one of my new colleagues--the other woman, who bears a striking resemblance to Kay Howard*--commented, in her perfect Kay voice, "Oh, H-- Street. That's where all the hookers used to hang out." But the area has gentrified, as waterfront tends to.)
I appear to be unlucky with doors. The movers managed to break the front door of the building (luckily, the outer door, not the one that locks), and this morning when I tried to get out of my apartment I discovered that the doorknob no longer was connected to the latch. I had to break myself out with a credit card. I've taped the door, but left a screwdriver just outside in case I had to break in again.
Yesterday I did the actual "moving into the apartment." It was a bit awkward, and I don't have various things that one rather needs. A coffee-maker (because I am picky.) Curtains on the bathroom windows (and as I look out into a big courtyard, this is really dreadful.) A stereo (the movers lost it, somewhere between Portland and Halifax.) Today I came into the office to unpack a few boxes of books (sadly, there are still another four back at the apartment.) Tomorrow, I'm going home to Oxford for six weeks. I may not be around much on the internet for that time, due to the evils of BT.
*One of my Chicago professors reminded me strongly of John Munch, which made meeting with him rather difficult. I couldn't shake the feeling that his incisive comments on my work were really designed to get me to 'fess up to murder.
ETA: Oh, and I found a good used bookstore, where I picked up two Reginald Hill mysteries I hadn't read before. Sadly, the editions refer to them as Dalziel/Pascoe novels, which leads my mind someplace it would rather not be. And then, the biggest score--a copy of Rosemary Harris, The Bright and Morning Star. Excellent.
The prairies do not, in fact, go on forever. Nor are they all that dull. What does go on forever are the forests and lakes, forests and then more forests, of the Canadian Shield. Forever. And boy, does that get dull. We had a moment of utter hysteria trying to play I Spy up on the northern leg of the Trans-Canada across Ontario, somewhere short of Cochrane, but we ran out of things after tree, telephone pole, wire, road, gravel, grass, cloud and sky. There weren't even any other cars.
Also, the license plate game is a lot less fun in Canada.
Oh, and a note to all Quebec drivers: Get over your god-damned selves. If I am driving 20 km/hr above the speed limit on a narrow, twisting road, you should not be tailgating me. It will not encourage me to drive faster. It will only piss me off. Don't you know that we Americans are dangerous, violent people? You are not, in fact, Jacques Villeneuve, and anyway, he died in a car crash.
Among the television highlights was a TV movie about the Halifax Explosion (the largest manmade explosion before the atom bomb, and the greatest civilian disaster of WWI--Halifax lost more civilians in that incident than it did soldiers in the entire war). The moral appeared to be: deregulation will lead to cowardly, incompetent French people blowing up your cities. (Vote Liberal.) This is either a great deal funnier if you know something about the recent Canadian election, or not funny at all.
We also saw a little bit of Alias in French. OMG, it was SO MUCH BETTER! Seriously. Sydney and Jack should always converse in French. She called him "papa" and it was so damn cute I can't even describe it.
Oh, and Tim Horton's. What's with that? The drive-through line at a Tim Horton's in Kenora caused an honest-to-god traffic jam on the road out of town.
But here's a more serious question. Canadians are famous among travelers in Europe for the habit of attaching little flag patches and labels to anything that will take a stitch or a tie, so I wasn't really surprised by the number of flags flying on businesses and homes everywhere we went. And because I've never spent a great deal of time in Canada before this trip, I've always seen the use of the Canadian flag as a nationalist statement, directed outward: that is, it indicates "this person/item is not British, Australian or (most important of all) American, but instead Canadian." I don't think Canadians mean to be offensive toward these other nations, so by and large I don't take offense. Anyway, then we got to Quebec, and the Canadian flag almost disappeared, to be replaced by the flag of Quebec, which was everywhere--although this impression was probably intensified by the fact that we were there during the St. Jean Baptiste fete. Now I'm wondering whether the Canadians among you can answer: is the flag-waving also directed inward? That is, is it also, or even primarily, a federalist statement, when used within the country?
The CBC radio was a lifesaver. Excellent and random. The news wasn't quite at the "Today Programme" level--nothing is--but the other programming was just as good as Radio 4. Yay! I have yet to figure out the newspapers, though. I thought that the Globe and Mail was the left-wing broadsheet, but from the editorials I couldn't tell. Although there was a lot of hand-wringing and concern, so probably it was.
Also, the license plate game is a lot less fun in Canada.
Oh, and a note to all Quebec drivers: Get over your god-damned selves. If I am driving 20 km/hr above the speed limit on a narrow, twisting road, you should not be tailgating me. It will not encourage me to drive faster. It will only piss me off. Don't you know that we Americans are dangerous, violent people? You are not, in fact, Jacques Villeneuve, and anyway, he died in a car crash.
Among the television highlights was a TV movie about the Halifax Explosion (the largest manmade explosion before the atom bomb, and the greatest civilian disaster of WWI--Halifax lost more civilians in that incident than it did soldiers in the entire war). The moral appeared to be: deregulation will lead to cowardly, incompetent French people blowing up your cities. (Vote Liberal.) This is either a great deal funnier if you know something about the recent Canadian election, or not funny at all.
We also saw a little bit of Alias in French. OMG, it was SO MUCH BETTER! Seriously. Sydney and Jack should always converse in French. She called him "papa" and it was so damn cute I can't even describe it.
Oh, and Tim Horton's. What's with that? The drive-through line at a Tim Horton's in Kenora caused an honest-to-god traffic jam on the road out of town.
But here's a more serious question. Canadians are famous among travelers in Europe for the habit of attaching little flag patches and labels to anything that will take a stitch or a tie, so I wasn't really surprised by the number of flags flying on businesses and homes everywhere we went. And because I've never spent a great deal of time in Canada before this trip, I've always seen the use of the Canadian flag as a nationalist statement, directed outward: that is, it indicates "this person/item is not British, Australian or (most important of all) American, but instead Canadian." I don't think Canadians mean to be offensive toward these other nations, so by and large I don't take offense. Anyway, then we got to Quebec, and the Canadian flag almost disappeared, to be replaced by the flag of Quebec, which was everywhere--although this impression was probably intensified by the fact that we were there during the St. Jean Baptiste fete. Now I'm wondering whether the Canadians among you can answer: is the flag-waving also directed inward? That is, is it also, or even primarily, a federalist statement, when used within the country?
The CBC radio was a lifesaver. Excellent and random. The news wasn't quite at the "Today Programme" level--nothing is--but the other programming was just as good as Radio 4. Yay! I have yet to figure out the newspapers, though. I thought that the Globe and Mail was the left-wing broadsheet, but from the editorials I couldn't tell. Although there was a lot of hand-wringing and concern, so probably it was.
Hello from Halifax!
Jun. 28th, 2004 04:24 pmSomething like 4500 miles later, here we are (yes, there were some side-trips on the way.) The car didn't break down, I didn't get into an accident, and we never had to camp by the roadside in the middle of nowhere. We did see bears and bear-cubs, a (rather surprised-looking) wolf, deer, moose, antelope and four species of whales including a blue whale in the St. Lawrence River.
Amazing experience. I'd recommend it.
Now all I need is to find a place to live here. Urk!
Amazing experience. I'd recommend it.
Now all I need is to find a place to live here. Urk!
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May. 27th, 2004 10:39 amSo, while waiting for my car to get the oil changed yesterday, I started making a roadtrip list: things I'll want in the car in case of emergency. I've never taken a trip like this as an adult, so let me know what I'm missing.
( the list )
I think that a small cutting board will be useful, and I'm tempted to pack a sheet in the bottom of the luggage, just in case. But what else should I take?
( the list )
I think that a small cutting board will be useful, and I'm tempted to pack a sheet in the bottom of the luggage, just in case. But what else should I take?
Where am I?
Jan. 12th, 2004 02:03 pmI'm writing this listening to the sound of the waves and the pelicans as they flap away down the beach; they'll be back in a little while, no doubt. Today is overcast: there seems to be a big storm heading in from the Pacific.
( postcard from paradise )
That's about it. I'll post this, since we unhook the computer if it storms: friends down the beach forgot to unhook the phone line as well, the other night, and fried their modem.
( postcard from paradise )
That's about it. I'll post this, since we unhook the computer if it storms: friends down the beach forgot to unhook the phone line as well, the other night, and fried their modem.
I made it to Portland, luggage and all, and am writing this on my office computer. Soon, though, I'm going to go home, because although it's only 4 PM the jet lag is killing me--I woke up at 3 am and could not get back to sleep.
So there will be a more coherent entry later. Unfortunately there is no phone access at home at the moment, so my internet use will be patchy. But thank you all for your good wishes, and now that I've arrived some place I intend to stay for longer than three weeks I hope to stop whining. Or anyway, stop whining about travel.
But! I must share one piece of information with all of you--the house I'm renting, although in all other respects very nice, does not have a shower. Only a bathtub. I have never quite gotten the knack of washing my hair in the bathtub, so I'm looking forward to a year of bad hair days. Seriously. This is verging on the catastrophic.
OK, it isn't really verging on the catastrophic. I'm a little doubtful about finding a shower-attachment that will fit the faucet, but if all else fails I can wash my hair Indian-style with a bucket and jug. And learn to take long, soothing baths. The fact that I managed to wash my hair this morning and it doesn't look too heinous is also reassuring.
Yes, my mind really is this trivial. Also, I must get cable soon. There is essentially no TV reception.
And finally,aceofkittens and fillyjonk, you have corrupted me. I now have a cell phone. I intend to leave it turned off for most of the time though--so there!
So there will be a more coherent entry later. Unfortunately there is no phone access at home at the moment, so my internet use will be patchy. But thank you all for your good wishes, and now that I've arrived some place I intend to stay for longer than three weeks I hope to stop whining. Or anyway, stop whining about travel.
But! I must share one piece of information with all of you--the house I'm renting, although in all other respects very nice, does not have a shower. Only a bathtub. I have never quite gotten the knack of washing my hair in the bathtub, so I'm looking forward to a year of bad hair days. Seriously. This is verging on the catastrophic.
OK, it isn't really verging on the catastrophic. I'm a little doubtful about finding a shower-attachment that will fit the faucet, but if all else fails I can wash my hair Indian-style with a bucket and jug. And learn to take long, soothing baths. The fact that I managed to wash my hair this morning and it doesn't look too heinous is also reassuring.
Yes, my mind really is this trivial. Also, I must get cable soon. There is essentially no TV reception.
And finally,
aceofkittens and fillyjonk, you have corrupted me. I now have a cell phone. I intend to leave it turned off for most of the time though--so there!(no subject)
Jun. 12th, 2003 10:52 pmI'm a regular question-answering demon tonight, apparently. Well, I expect the ceiling to start leaking any minute now, so that will distract me.
From Tarsh:
( If it'd been up to you, who would have died in the Buffy finale, and how? )
And some questions fromspican ( traveling from fandom to cake )
From Tarsh:
( If it'd been up to you, who would have died in the Buffy finale, and how? )
And some questions from
spican ( traveling from fandom to cake )
