Sunday, April 23, 2006

Lions and tigers and bears (sugoi)

Japan pictures

Saturday morning I was hanging around the dorm lobby in case anyone emerged and wanted to go to Tokyo with me but I gave up waiting at 11 and went off on my lonesome. I got the bus and then the train into Akihabara and then the train to Ueno which quick internet research told me was home to gardens, a zoo and many museums. I thought whatever the weather, this should provide me with a good day. It turns out that the weather was brilliant. The skies were blue and the air warm. So I decided against the museums and enjoyed the park and zoo.

It was about 1 o' clock when I got to Ueno and I followed my nose to a collection of stalls by the park entrance selling food. I decided to pass on the squid but was tempted by the chocolate coated bananas. But in the end it was the stuffed pancakes that made my money leap from my
purse into the ticket machine. I selected the strawberry and kiwi option and took my ticket to the stall where a machine made two perfectly formed pancakes and a girl put together the
strawberry/kiwi/custard/cream/sponge cake/pastry creation.

Delicious.

And I almost got in a mess when eating it on a wall, spied upon by ravens (nevermore). But somehow I made it through.

Cheered by high sugar levels once again, I espied the entrance to the zoo. Again, tickets were dispensed by machines. None of this human interaction nonsense. I purchased my adult ticket for a mere 600 yen and entered the zoo. The advised route was clearly marked and I am not one to improvise so I followed it past cages of brightly coloured birds- mainly pheasants with some pigeons (not so bright) and peacocks. I started by taking pictures of every single bird but that soon grew ridiculous especially since birds are far from the main exhibit. Which I do believe came next. The panda. It was huddled on a ledge in plain site of the huge crowd that had gathered, turning its head away from the people and camera flashes. Zoos are very much a mixed blessing. I wouldn't have the chance to see a panda otherwise but is this the way I wanted to see one? Its head was raised for a few moments and I took pictures just like the rest of them.

My memory is hazy as to the order of the animals after the panda but it went something like this: Eagles, vultures, tigers, gorillas,
songbirds, lions, foxes, penguins, polar bears, tapirs (for Mike),
llamas, porcupines, aardvarks, hippos, giraffes and, of course, the
mating rhinos.

I will not attempt to describe that. I had to manoeuvre myself carefully to get a shot of it that didn't require air-brushing for a pg audience. I knew people would complain if I didn't capture the act but I was not going to turn my photobucket into an animal porn site.

Before I left the zoo, I passed a Japanese five-story pagoda with many ravens flying around. It felt quite ominous given the book I was carrying in my bag. The bag, I belatedly realised, with the Chinese characters that could have been saying anything. And the bookmark in the book which may have said "Keppet" but on whose authority do I know that for sure?

I left the zoo and took a right turn coming across a gap in a wall
with a booth handing out tickets (for 400 yen) to whatever was beyond. I handed over the coinage and entered into a small rose garden. Well, actually I have no idea what the flowers were but there were certainly a lot of them and they were of many bright colours. Parasols were everywhere seemingly protecting the flowers from the sun or maybe they
were just decorative. I kept turning each corner expecting more but I just got more of the same until I popped out not far from where I started.

They were pretty flowers though.

Undaunted, I yet again handed over the yen (200) at the next booth. This led onto a shrine. It was a beautiful building with red and gold paint. I had to take off my shoes to enter and I got into a tussle with the attendant who kept trying to help me put my shoes into a carrier bag. I can manage thank you! I was trying to save him from the stench but her persisted and I think I only extended his exposure by resisting. But it was a very nice shrine with various artefacts such as works of art and old suits of armour.

After the shrine I continued in the same direction and found myself just wandering amongst blossom trees and another shrine. There were street artists here. I watched the clown make balloon animals and hats for a while. I neglected to mention the previous street artist I saw as I was distracted by talking about the wonderful pancake I ate for
lunch. He stood just a little past the food stalls and played "gypsy"
music and had string puppets dancing for him and performing
acrobatics. It was most amusing and he got quite carried away with the violin playing and cymbals (operated with his feet) crashing.

Feeling that I had done enough of the park without visiting museums (there was a science museum and an art museum which had a Rodin exhibition) I hopped back on the train to the Tsukuba Express at Akihabara and from there took the express to Tsukuba centre. I knew I didn't need to rush back to the lab so I wandered around the shops in Tsukuba. To my surprise not only had the insidious US businesses Starbucks and Gap made their mark here but there was also a Body Shop and a Lush. But I was distracted by the stationary shop where I was swayed by a bright yellow umbrella. Closer inspection back at the dorm told me that this was a parasol and offered UV protection but I am sure it will also serve as a replacement for the red umbrella damaged by the UoD.

After my purchases of an umbrella, some writing paper and a spontaneous gift for Louise, I ate a panini and drank a latte at Starbucks (while reading my book). I caught the second to last bus back to the lab and bumped into Alexander, a member of my group (Russian and hard to understand but not someone I have problems coexisting with) so we ended up talking about zoos and a man who, apparently, taught eagles to fly and flew himself up Everest.

It was a good day.

Incidentally, the people I had sat in the lobby anticipating emerged at 3pm and went into Tokyo spending all night in bars and clubs, stumbling back to the dorm at 8am the next day.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Wish lists

I tend to forget what is on my (two) Amazon wishlists and what I want to get next...

Life On Mars (series 1)
Night Watch (book)
Night Watch (dvd)
Green Wing (series 1)
The Smoking Room (series 1)
The Mitchell and Webb Situation
Casanova
Blackpool
New Avengers Vol. 3 (comic)
The Pulse (comic)
Old Boy
Hex (season 1)
The 4400 (season 1)
Marion And Geoff (series 1 and 2)
Director's Commentary
15 Storeys High (series 1)
Sexie (CD)
The Dig (PC game)
Farscape (all seasons)
Harsh Realm (season 1)
Sliders (season 1 and 2)
Bucky O'Hare
Spaced (series 2)
Red Dwarf (Just the Shows)
Spider-man: The Other (comic)
Doctor Who (9th Doctor)
The Death of Jean Dewolff (comic)
Ultimate Spider-man: Silver Sable (comic)
Secret War (comic)
New Avengers Vol 2 (comic)
The Complete Jeeves and Wooster Megaset
Marvel Knights vol 1-4 (comic)
Miracles
Point Pleasant
Oz (seasons 2,3,5)


What takes priority?

Okay, it's going to be the comics, isn't it?

Friday, April 14, 2006

Hotto or coldo?


In the past I have complained about eating very little on trips to Japan. This is nothing to do with the food and everything to do with crazy working hours and being in the middle of nowhere, relying on lifts to get to supermarkets and restaurants.

The food is in fact wonderful as long as we stay away from banquets. Actually, there was one banquet I very much enjoyed. It was at bonenkai ("forget the year party") and it was the first time I had ever had lobster. But on the whole, a banquet means sushi and sashimi and I do not do raw fish or roe or whatever else they throw at me and pretend is food. One dish we gaijin dub "custard surprise" is particularly vile. It is a vaguely custard-like dish with a potent and unidentifiable sea creature hidden inside.

But I was talking about the good food. Not the expensive hundred-course meals we sometimes find inflicted upon us. The first full day I was here during the current Japan trip saw eight of us go to the Korean Barbeque. I recognise that this isn't actually Japanese cuisine but I would class going for a curry as something British so will include the Korean stuff in my little post! Regardless of the food's origin, the service is still uniquely Japanese. The exquisite courtesy we are offered and patience when we stumble through the ordering is fantastic. As we enter an establishment, we are greeted loudly and promptly. We are usually ushered towards an area where there are any number of tables from one to six on a slightly raised platform enclosed by paper walls. We take off our shoes and sit on thin cushions at the low tables. As we peruse the menu (thankfully often illustrated with pictures but if it is not, a waitress is usually able to translate at least some of the dishes) we are brought towels to wipe our hands (and some wipe their faces also) which sometimes come fresh and steaming. We also get small cups of tea: green, oolong or, at “the steaming bowl”* barley tea. Once we have chosen our meals, there is none of this “catch the waitress’ eye” nonsense** as we have a button to press on our table that summons our waitress.

But I was talking about the food. The Korean BBQ was amazing. We had amongst our number one vegan who could survive quite well in the Bay Area but found herself considered quite the alien in Japan. Stewart’s Japanese was put to the test as he had to describe to the waitress what a vegan was and then ascertain which menu items could be eaten or at least modified. Queue a comedy situation where Stewart was talking in Japanese for a couple of minutes only to translate it as “there’s salad” and then continue in Japanese to get the next possible menu item. In the end it worked wonderfully as we got a huge plate of raw vegetables to cook on our table’s barbeque and a bowl of pickles***, a lot of salad and a mountain of rice. Plus, the waitress found someone who I am guessing ran the place who presented our vegan friend with a slab of tofu surely larger than her stomach.

But I was talking about the food that I ate. All of the above plus a platter of gorgeously marinated beef strips half the size of our table. We cooked this in front of us to absolute perfection (while eating our barbequed vegetables, rice, salad, pickles and also large bowls of soup). So you see, I do eat rather well in Japan.

Although I could end there, I don’t want to talk about eating in Japan without mentioning tonkatsu. A couple of nights ago, six of us went to a small tonkatsu restaurant. The dish is simply breaded pork, deep-fried and some shredded cabbage with rice and miso soup on the side. And oh there is this gorgeous sauce that I just put over everything. I can’t get enough of it.

* Our name for it as it has a bowl with steam coming out of it in front of the restaurant. There is another noodle place we go to which has a statue of a racoon in front of the door. This place we call Roadkill. Other restaurants get called by their real names or by a description of the food serves like “the Korean BBQ” or “ramen” place.

** I do not believe we have ever been served by a waiter.

*** Did I not mention the pickles? Oh I hate the pickles… what a way to ruin perfectly good vegetables.

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Life on Mars

This is a collage of comments from one lengthy letter (30 pages) to skit and some emails (utterly out of order). There are spoilers of course but let’s face it, no one but me is going to read this.


I think you said something like you weren't sure I'd like it after all the hype you gave it... or something. Fool. Course I like it. I was intrigued enough by the yuletide trailers and then intrigue became desire with so many people and in particular you and Mike (he's got my tv trust Big Time by recommending Green Wing and Blackpool <-- David Tennant Show).

Episode 1

It was stunning.

I just loved him getting knocked down so suddenly. And the increase in the volume of David Bowie... the whole transition, waking up and seeing the sign showing the proposed road system. Wonderful choice of location. That moment was so unambiguous when the impact could have been lost with "eh? He's woken up somewhere muddy". But of course it was... iconic. Anyway. Almost immediately we are in the chauvinistic Police Station (PC Terminal... *sniggers*) and my mum walks in and I pause and we talk about how she felt teaching in the 70s. She said that LoM captured the feeling of hostility towards women... and egads do I feel glad to be born in a sensible time. Obviously there are mainly men in senior positions but at least there is zero hostility in the physics world.

Sam: I'm gonna walk till I can't think up any more faces or streets... I mean this is just...
Annie: Just what?
Sam: This is madness.

Ah, great moment. Not as good as the Life on Mars moment. But moments like this... set to strong music... are what make the show. They need more. Many more. Like Angel and sexy moments in season one (like walking down the alley, blowing the draws, jumping out of a high window...). Oh, there was a slight billowy jacket moment in 2006 which I liked. Coats should billow methinks.

Difficult Witness: You got Garibaldis?
Gene (barking an order): Chris- Garibaldis.

There's Something About Maya.

There is.

I think you may have interpreted the start differently... here is my take. Sam and Maya are going through a rough patch. Sam thinks that his feelings are being ignored and the relationship is taut and uncomfortable. They ignore it rather than work through the problems. It affects their working relationship and Sam is as inclined to give up on cases as he is his relationship with her. She still holds some hope for the cases and wants to encourage Sam to come back to his former self which was not so closed off, which was emotional. So Sam is right- they need to stop working together as she is stopping him from feeling free enough at work to solve cases. He begrudges her presence. And when she is kidnapped... he blames himself as well as being distraught over a loved one in peril. Going to 1973 is really as far away from her as he can get and he knows he needs to get far away. He needs to stop thinking about her and the complexities of modern relationships.

Or something.

I say this because you said something ages ago about how he didn't like that there was no place for gut feelings in 2006. But there are. He used them, Maya used them... it was their tangled relationship that was the problem.

And so... it seems to be all about Maya. The whole thing. 1973 and everything... but then she isn't in the subsequent episodes so you have to doubt it. Perhaps this was just how they decided to start the episode in a clumsy way to introduce gut and someone for Sam to care about to add danger. Who knows?

Episode 2

Chris: Why have you put tapioca pudding on your beefburger?

Man: I'm not a doctor chief. I'm the ambulance driver.

Life is so much better now. They don't need to make an obvious thing about it. It just is.

He's got the dead girl’s blood on his face... that is some great acting. But still, I feel that he is only really broken in 2006 when he can't drive safely for the pain. But the pain here is quite high. Wiping up her blood with his jacket...

Sam: Please can I have a year that is AD as opposed to BC?

Nurse [re Sam and Gene fighting]: What on earth is going....
Sam and Gene [showing badges]: Police Officers.

Sam: Is that urine?
Lights going out.... Wonderful panic. Like a small ball screaming in the dark for his mum after a nightmare makes him wet the bed...

Live and let dieeeeeeeeeeee. Boom boom! I need this song and Life on Mars... I think they are the two that stand out the most.

Episode 3

Sam [re following a proper procedure]: No... I'm, I'm going to say this and I know you're gonna throw things at me...

Sam: Anyone can run around like a headless chicken but nothing can beat the satisfaction of a thorough investigative process.

I liked that episode. Less messing about with weird comaness for the sake of it. And the Test card girl is scarier than her clown and that is really saying something. And if this is all to do with Bad Wolf I will be annoyed.

But yeah- as I requested there was less coma and more story-telling about 00s techniques in 70s. And less Annie, dull smiley Annie. And I kind of liked the whole message being applicable to the characters and the audience. The message of don't trust your gut- trust facts. But your gut is pretty useful! Because Derek was obviously the killer in the very first scene he was in but of course the audience's (ie my) gut was wrong and yet right at the same time as although he was innocent of the murder, he was guilty of something else. Which I do believe was on purpose and very clever. Very. Anyway.

[Taped police interview]
Chris: 4ish.
Sam: Precise time.
Chris: Just after 4. Five past... ten past...
Sam: 4 oh 7.
Chris: Closer to ten past.

Episode 4

I like him getting the arresting speech wrong. It is a good running joke.

He only knows where his mum lives from a dream. Where does the dream come from? You see, I don't think he does remember... I really think that there is someone doing this to him.

Sam [offering his mum help]: It's only money.
Ruth: There's no such thing as only, Detective Inspector.

I even like the score as Sam slams the money on Warren's table... Nicely done. Music is well used in this. Noticable yet you don't begrudge it.

Sam: He’s gay?
Gene: As a bloody Christmas tree.

The girl being a honeytrap was bloody obvious and I was more than a little miffed that all she wanted was a touch of kindness and Sam was able to win her over... bleurgh. I don't get why you rated this episode so highly. I enjoyed it but this segment was not good.

Gene: I didn't think you could lock a murder suspect in a big fridge.
Sam: He wouldn't answer my question.

Warren: How dare you come in here?
Gene: Could've said that to the boy.

Why 1973? Now that's a question, right? Not necessarily with a fictional answer... maybe a writer has a particular love of that year.

I had to stop watching it when dinner struck. So I saw Quantum Leap and Due South with my mum and brother. Not a patch on Life On Mars of course. Though come to think of it... A QL comparison is easily drawn with the bad voiceover about finding a way home (and Farscape but QL is about correcting wrongs in the past, within "Sam's" lifetime so it is very similar). I can also make a Due South comparison. Mountie brings his strict, methodical and polite methods to another country where they use violence, have corruption and... lots of car chases. And Chicago bears a great resemblance to 70s Manchester.

Of course, originality in tv isn't necessary. Because... life is essentially life and if doing Board quiz links has proved anything it is that everyone is the same so it matters not what tv does but how it does it. With humour? With style? With lessons to absorb creating something in the viewer that wasn't there before be it a smile or an idea?

It is a bit original though. Can't think of anything that does the coma mystery thing.

Episode 5

Sam: If it was about football he'd have serious injuries.
Gene: He's dead. That's quite serious.

Episode 6

Mmm I liked the hostage one.

I love the start of the hostage episode... love the broken phone. Love What a Wonderful World.

I liked Sam's helplessness, his desperation... not being able to do anything about it when people by his bedside beg him to wake up. Or threaten to switch off his life support. I don't know where I want that to go... obviously he can't keep being helpless. He doesn't seem prone to breaking. If he was then he wouldn't have come out of the hostage situation. So if not breaking under the helplessness, he must learn to deal with it or find a way to overcome it. Which do I want? Dead acceptance or... I don't know. Waking up I guess. Or choosing to stay asleep. Neither really things I want to happen because it would mark the end of the series or to the question of whether he would wake or not... whatever. I hope they do something to avoid the monotony and character stagnation of keeping with the helplessness but none of the obvious ways.

Sam: I'm the negotiator.
Gene: I'll make you a hat.

Gene: As soon as he opens a window we'll have him.
Sam: Why would he open a window?
Gene: Might be getting stuffy.

It's an illusion of life... I don't think I caught the repetition of Ruth's words the first time through. I am veering towards coma now and I don't much care if that is true... it doesn't feel like the cheap way out.

[Gene survives a gun shot as it hits his hip flask]
Gene: That was lucky, eh?
Man: What are the chances?!
Gene [shows jacket pockets full of hip flasks]: Pretty good actually.

You have to like an episode where Sam smiles so much, don't you?

Yeah, the more I entertain the idea the more I actually want this to be in his head. Because then I can forgive so many problems and it raises the possibility that we could one day get more tangled in Sam's subconsciousmess, totally dispel the reality myth.

I looked at the writers and they do change a lot. It went around the three creators but at least one was an outsider. It seems remarkable that they kept consistency. And by consistency I mean...

The standard of every episode was pretty much the same. I didn't feel that there were any weak episodes. Conversely, no strong ones. But the standard was exceptionally high so I'm not really complaining. Except that I kind of like having a favourite episode, a hook, a precious image. Hmm, maybe the final episode or the first one... the middle, though exceptionally high standard, kind of feels sameish. There is a case. They solve it with a mix of methods, funny lines and odd coma moments. The first is special as the first and the eighth very different as Sam doesn't try to solve a case at all. But I wish I understood the fallout. How could Sam pull a gun on Gene and let a master criminal run free without recriminations? But anyway. I was talking about it being kind of episodic and procedural despite a good concept, production, characters, whatever. Like Buffy 1? Angel 1 even.

Episode 7

Gene: Recreational? It's cocaine not Subuteo.

Woman [re Gene]: He your boss? What would I get for smacking him one?
Sam: A round of applause from half the station?

Sam has real problems mixing professional and social lives. Investigating Annie didn't go so well. I don't think there is a wrong way or a right way here... keeping professional works on the whole. It means he does his job fairly and gets the results... but you do get that he is isolating himself too much. Both in 2006 and here though here is easier for him and yes, he may be trying to discover how to marry him and a person with him as a detective- the gut with the head.

Episode 8

I liked the lines about Gene making very mixed metaphors and Sam covering his lie over his name to his mum by saying it was a professional alias and Gene confirming that he really does think like that.

So there is the episode where a guy dies in the cells and Sam investigates which is all I remember... Hmm. And then his dad which was quite fun because his dad was well written and acted. I just wish I got how Sam got away with helping him escape. Liked discovering what the red in the woods was all about.

I talked to my dad in the car about LoM. He liked it but thought that the depiction of life in the 70s as unrealistically good. He said that in his experience, the police force was much worse. More corrupt (incidentally, I didn't like how corruption only seemed to be in there when it mattered to the plot) and more drunk and violent. He said that at 10pm each day in the cells, the Detective Sergeant would come in and whoever was in the cells would know to either confess to something or point the finger at someone else, else suffer a beating.

Still can't do any Imaginings of LoM though. There almost was one... but his mum was utterly gullible and didn't confront him with his lame excuses to call on her with a false name no less. I like her but... she could show some distrust. I don't even believe she'll go to him asking questions about her husband's disappearance. She's so bad for secrets/confrontation/revelation Imaginings.

Imaginings with Gene or anyone are impossible as they don't seem to care at all about Sam's craziness. They keep shrugging it off. Damn them. I need concern. Interaction. Interest.

And I don't actually like Annie and besides, she's shown no real interest in interfering with Sam. He tells her stuff. She sighs and is pretty non-judgemental. Gah.

Imagining 2006 is pretty dull too. Though my mum clearly likes empathising with the mum in 2006. Even if I wanted to, empathising is too short a distraction. I need full blown scenes if not episodes to play in my head.

English Alien

What would you miss the most if you got knocked down and fell in a coma and woke up in 1973? TV, books, films, music made post 1973? Coffee shops... the variety of food available... Internet of course. I guess in a way it is like me going to Japan except for the Internet still being there and English being absent! Life on a different planet, a different place... No, none of those first things. Not even tv, honest. I don't know... I think of Arthur Dent. I think of how his umbilical cord (or whatever) tie with Earth was cut and it just hang there. A person without a home... never going to be happy anywhere, constantly searching. I don't know what ties us to a location. Maybe it is the concept of there being a chance, no matter how slim, of seeing a friendly face.

I don't know. I don't think you will appreciate these musings so much... you like other places. Being alone to explore. I don't. I like Tunbridge Wells where I know where my friends hang out and shop so can usually maximise my chances of bumping into them. I like going into Nero at 5pm on Saturdays and having the guy know my order (I am purposefully difficult at Starbucks but Nero is home). I like knowing the roads so well I don't have to pay attention. My dad seems exactly the same. He knows everyone it seems... well, the police and the criminals.

When I first got to SLAC I wore my ID everywhere. I needed to prove to everyone that I belonged there. But most importantly, to myself. Only recently have I left my ID in my desk drawer, only to bring it out when needed.

I waste so much time feeling like an alien, like everyone is a foe not a friend. Life on Mars is appropriate. But Sam seems to have dealt okay.

TV Thread comments that didn’t fit anywhere above

Oh yeah I meant to say that I loved the whole Sweenyesque stuff. I think Gene goes "Shut It" at one point which was of course a catchphrase from that. But you knew that already. Yeah, the pisstake of the genre was spot on. The way it often opened with a car chase and when they played football with the chasee! Hi-larious. So basically a cop show is not true really but you know that already. It's a humorous take on cop shows to make a serious show about a strange situation. Or something.

“And the whole 1973 thing is done, I think, rather perfectly - making the most of all the differences there are but not exaggerating any too far.”

Not exaggerating enough according to my dad. Which is scary. To think they toned it down for tv...

One thing I liked was that in sticking to the methodical way of doing things, crimes weren't solved too quickly. There was no genius moment of realisation that only the tv character could do and not the viewer (not that I guessed anything before Sam but it wasn't unbelievable that he could work it out).

“End of carping; it wasn't bad and although bits were a bit ham-handed (the sexual politics, esp., ) I enjoyed it overall.”

Esp? Typical man. My mum thought not and she wasn't in a particularly male dominated world like the policeforce. She was a maths teacher. So extrapolate and it seems fine.

“Life on Mars was, if anything, more fun than last week. Because mostly they've got through the heavy existential doubt stuff now and can just concentrate on having fun. I particularly loved him and his DCI having a punch-up in the middle of a hospital ward.”

Yeah that was hilarious! Showing their badges simultaneously... And agreed that it was better when it moved away from the existential doubt (as I also said in my letter... we agree so well when we don't know the other's opinion...).

“I am beginning to wonder about the mistakes. There were a lot of comments about errors on the BBC website, and some of them you can believe they just missed but some of them you'd think would have been easy to research (one of the cars can't apparently have the registration it has, due to when it was made). So I wonder if we're getting hints that it's not exactly time travel...but it's not all to do with a coma either. Maybe.”

Huh. That should have been easy... but that could be an injoke like er... it was the number plate for a writer's first car or something. Just looking at the other possibilities!

“And did he just screw up his own past or am I missing something? Okay he doesn't think it really is the past but...or maybe they always moved on that day. In a hurry. Breaking photo frames as they went. Hmm.”

Yeah, I didn't get that. Especially since they came back! But the mum did say earlier in the episode that they were always moving (obviously thanks to her husband's life of crime).

“After seeing the rent-collecting 'henchman' incident, I was kind of hoping that his father would re-appear and catch him visiting his wife/mother and clock him one!”

I hoped that too... He seemed rather mellow about this strange guy visiting his wife in the final episode. That was Mike again of course.

“- and frightened of this weird cop showing up for flakey-seeming reasons”

Ha yes. But obviously not. She so should have been more suspicious. Her niceness annoys me. Sam has discovered flaws in his dad but what about his mum?

“But oh, I loved the hip flasks. Heehee.”

Me too! I had to rewind and watch that again. So perfect.

“Gene was a bit better when he wasn't so dependably a good guy, though.”

Yeah, I roll my eyes at the gruff but ultimately lovable chief. But that is part of the genre and I guess it is not so bad as he is also "one of the boys".

“That had me completely in stitches. I liked the twist, the shattering of childhood illusions one of my all-time favourites.”

I didn't feel there was enough shattering. I mean, he goes to the pub afterwards... how shattered is that?

“Yeah, not bad, but the chase scenes are definitely getting sillier!”

Love them.

How's America?

I was walking through town this afternoon looking at the stalls in the fine arts fair, recognising the goods from this time last year. I knew of course that I had been here for a year but it didn’t impact upon me until I saw evidence that the cycle was on its second turn. Of course last year the fair was held under glorious sunshine, the mood cheery and the streets busy. Today it was drizzling and grey and everyone stayed indoors.

People often ask, “How’s America?” as if I am expected to know the health of a nation. I don’t of course. I usually reply, “probably doing well without me” (I am asked when in the UK more often than not).

I am terrible at introspection. Thinking about what a place is like, how a year has affected me. No matter where on the planet I am, there is always one constant. And it is a large one. It is me.

So how is America? It is what is outside, living and dying beyond my sight, beyond what matters to me. I don’t look more than a few metres ahead of myself (let alone behind). The only meaningful question is, “How is Keppet?” and no one seems to ask it*.

So although I have been here a year now, that is meaningless. Where I am does not matter as much as who I am. And I have been me for 24 ¼ years.



* If they did the answer would be well followed by one of:
Doctor Who is on scifi channel at the moment and the new series will be on the bbc soon!
Life On Mars dvds are out in May meanwhile David E Kelley is going to do a US version!
Angel is never too far from my mind or my heart (especially not when I am wearing my Angel tube station t-shirt)!
Thwipp!