exciting, informative, snarky, and very likely fabricated tales of life as an american expat in london

the motherlode

by J at 6:19 pm on 27.07.2004Comments Off
filed under: eclectica

>okay, since I’ve been so horrible really, here’s my please-forgive-me blog. fasten your seatbelts…

the uk recently followed on the heels of the us, and has issued government advice on what to do in case of terrorist attack.

roaches will rule the earth

william shatner and joe jackson duet. no joke.

stupid candidates looking, er…stupid

thankfully, someone is finally doing something about the bag searches on the boston subway system

meanwhile, back in nyc… greeting cards are safe and sound

finally, a sensible use for ipods – as a universal remote control

gay marriage and “the simpsons” – like peanut butter and chocolate

sift through those for a while…

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please bear with us, we are experiencing technical difficulties

by J at 5:46 pm on 26.07.2004Comments Off
filed under: mundane mayhem

so the blogging has fallen off a bit because we’re having internet problems at home, and i’m actually too busy at work to catch up. hopefully should be sorted very soon, so hang in there.

let’s seeeeee…. in the past few weeks I have:

started learning guitar (ow!)

become obsessed with making *the* perfect saffa melktert (milk tart), to the tune of five tries so far

gone climbing and completed two 6A routes (yay for me!)

got a powerball and gone completely mad trying to beat my own personal record (9,600 rpm)

booked a weekend in rome

daydreamed about my holiday to the states coming up

watched too many dvds

seen the sun set over the thames in richmond

been out drinking too often

and ummm, that’s about it!

didja miss me?

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ed-ju-ma-ca-shun-al

by J at 5:23 pm on 12.07.2004Comments Off
filed under: mundane mayhem

so aside from the good, yet tough to watch “Fahrenheit 9/11″, this weekend was pretty decent, if not overly exciting.

friday night we went of for a few drinks locally. not much to relate there – the same tarted up girls trying to pull, the same shallow and dentally challenged boys, trying to pick the best-looking of the bunch on display (no easy feat, mind you). you just look at them and know they wake up tomorrow morning with a sore head, smeared makeup, and have to do the walk of shame home in the same slutty outfit they wore the evening before, only in the harsh glare of daylight.

saturday morning started out bright enough, and inspired us to go explore the “little venice” section of london. but by the time we were ready to leave, it was already pissing rain (again) and chilly, so we headed to the museum of natural history, where I drove j to distraction with my flea-like attention span and refusal to view anything in an orderly fashion. the dinosaur exhibit was pretty cool. as were the gemstones and meteorites, though i think j was just being a good sport, pretending to humour my excitement at yet another collection of rocks. the blue whale was huge, as was the giant sequoia display. and sadly, i was unable to keep my little computerised runner alive in the human biology exhibit, as I kept forgetting to make him breathe…
afterwards, we had some japanese for dinner, and went to see the movie in wandsworth (see previous blog entry).

sunday was still dreary. we watched movies and played some squash (i lost, 11-5, but mostly because i still can’t serve properly) and i made eggplant (pardon, *aubergine*) with lamb al forno for dinner. then j gave me my first guitar lesson (that f chord is a bitch) and i struggled over the basic finger formations, but am determined to learn.

and that, in a tidy nutshell, is how I frittered away the weekend. aren’t you glad you asked?

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an open letter to michael moore

by J at 12:12 am on 11.07.2004Comments Off
filed under: rant and rage

i have never felt such intense rage. sadness. frustration. horror. shame. all in the space of two and a half hours.

i didn’t want to watch this movie. but i felt compelled to.

the grief of reliving september 11th. the violation of being stripped of my civil rights. the abject helplessness of watching murder at the hands of my government.

the stark horror of watching it all unfold, and being able to do *nothing*.

i hate you for it. i don’t want to feel this way. but i hope and pray i am not the only one. from the numbers in the theatre tonight, i don’t think i am alone.

and that gives me hope.

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attention please!

by J at 5:20 pm on 1.07.2004Comments Off
filed under: blurblets

this is a public service announcement to let you know, you can now *truly* get email notification of when this blog is updated, thanks to blogarithm. See the bottom of this page to subscribe.

I promise, this works…

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