31.1.05

blog 30

My boss asked me very directly this evening "where do you want to settle down in America eventually" I replied I had no intention of returning, even in the long term. I qualified this later by saying that if I was in a position where people listened, perhaps. I.e. dittmar. The following question from him: "so why England."

I was struck a bit silent, as I’ve always assumed I knew the answer. But when faced with it from an Englishman, rather than American, I had trouble, stumbling though my main points. One, as he guessed, was that language – it’s similar enough to bridge. The second, I said, was the treatment of women. A bit odd explaining this to a 40 year old Yorkshire, but England – while not quite at the same level as America – is not Spain. Women are if not expected, at least considered qualified, for the same intelligence jobs and responsibility as men. Even as a Texan woman I rebelled against the expectation of women to be pretty and witty, but women who would want to go home and raise children eventually. I would struggle in any country that did not value women as intelligent career oriented.

The third reason why England has to do with my industry – with urban development. I’ve come to not only appreciate but enjoy and value the way the English (specifically English but also vaguely British) think about land. It’s hard to explain when you’ve grown up with it – I tried by juxtaposing it to the American ranchers 'its my land, I can do what I want with it' mentality. It causes a range of effects in the way cities and housing are built and managed. Different expectations and limitations of government, of property owners. To think, that Scotland doesn’t have 'trespassing' in their legal vocabulary. There is no such thing as truly private property, except your house. Land is free to ramble. I’ve grown up half expecting to be shot anytime I wandered onto land that wasn't mine.

I need to find a good explanation for him of the difference in land rights between the us and the uk. I'm pretty sure I’ve read it only because the passages I'm thinking of in my head are too good to have come from me. Someone’s written a piece on how how Americans see land vs. uk; i think I used it in my masters. It’s difficult to imagine a different way of owning land unless you live it.

Fourth. I love London. can’t say this enough. In some ways I have married this city, have adapted my daily living patterns to its rythyms, changed who and when I go out to suit it, I can’t explain my devotion except in terms of beauty, and it refreshes me everyday. I can’t imagine being with another. It’s that simple.

Here’s to hoping I’m faithful.

30.1.05

props

to digs for a great post on bombay.

in a really long jog/run sunday mornings, its good to just let the brain go. drift through random trains of thought, make resolutions in your endorphin highs that are immediately forgotton, step out of the daily rut of concerns and anxiety only to drop right back in. free assoication.

in other news, last night was an excuse to get out of the house and drink free wine in heels.

i'm off to manchester for a big summit thingy for a few days. blogging will be light.

29.1.05

love it hate it

internal clocks. i was dreaming about driving a lexus but it was melanie's stick shift infinity and oh the road was austin's triple digit highway through the hills. when i dream of driving the car is an extension of me and i shift it responds immediately we fly through the obstacle course of cars.

i thought the neigbhour's stairway light was on again but it's the full moon. a shadow of my window sash on the mirrors.

the boys running the bike store laughed at radio news "the people of iraq are voting for the first time since the US invaded in March 2003". the US's joke. made in more poor taste because the rhetoric is ever more divorced from reality, as this weeks economist says. "democracy at gunpoint". is freedom the ability to vote, or the ability to live without fear of gunfire?

it was 6.59. my body's good. plus, i'm off to do 3 laps at richmond. leaving at 8.

28.1.05

chocolate and peanut butter

ohhh mud cookies. yumm. and warm veg salads, stir fried broccili, baguettes.
and more chocolate, butter, oats and peanut butter.
more than full.
thibault's full of american jokes tonight, but we've learned the ecole boy has a dirty mouth. he's flying though finance at LSE and BNP.

but hey, i'm doing 4 hours of cycling tomorrow. and the economist has a great article on nigeria.

happy days

great: i am working full time, permanently. i get paid a monthly salary
not so great: i have to live by that salary, no excuses anywhere

great: new heater installed today (no more freezing in my bed, fingers blue reading)
not so great: huge electricity bills.

great: recieving photos and books from around the world.

itching to go

digs's link to the turks' travel blog... surya's itchign to go.... jesse's passing the time until he does.

i enjoy reading about other travels, but at this stage in my focualt's fluid lifestyle i'm having to adjust to the sedentary patterns of daily routine. my moments to describe aren't of catching a train to bombay or market hopping in lagos. nothing unique, just the repititions of life. but then, as kierkegaard says "Repetition's love is in truth the only happy love. Like recollection's love, it does not have the restlessness of hope, the uneasy adventurousness of discovery, but neither does it have the sadness of recollection—it has the blissful security of the moment".

at the now that is, i'm enjoying twenty minutes of relaxation in the afternoon, organising papers on my desk and preparing for next weeks' conference in manchester. this in juxtaposition to the phone ringing, presentation preparing, meeting rush that characterises my normal days and ways. the pleasure of working slowly and thoughtfully for a while, despite all that must be done by 5.30.

i love most the pre-dawn mornings, with earl grey and my computer. my body's conditioned to wake up early now, so i'm awake, brain warming up - but there's no pressure to pack and get on the cycle - not just yet. it's super quiet, and dark - but my desk is warm and glowing. read the blogs and laugh, daydream: laze about surfing the net.

hyde park dawn


hyde park dawn
Originally uploaded by wonderwomanyank.
down past the squares to the park, the taxi rat run and the serpintine bridge. under wellington arch with the cyclist pack, down green park and around the palace. up to the naval arch and trafalgar, beat the buses to the strand. down fleet street, the domes of the gerkin and st. pauls's cathedral against the slow rising dawn.

26.1.05

head cleared by the cold

hell i made the damn goals, i celebrate them. can't expect more.
time for a nice long ride through a gorgeous hyde park dawn tomorrow before work.

late nights, slightly pissed

there are some days that loneliness hits like 12 tons of bricks in your chest. when you wish you could overcome chemical inaction just to have someone tell you it'll be alright, and you're gorgeous. when the face is sexy, but there's nothing there. when you're so happy you need to share it, but there's nobody near you who understands the depth of your delight. when you worry the empty hole lives in yourself, and not in percieved absence of somethinge external.

and then there's dody's image to remind me that if i'm going to be a wolf, I'd better damn be the fucking head of the pack. and that if i'm going home alone, i'd better get to sleep and in to work early tomorrow.

who hooooo

work permit apparently accepted. visa must be got by the end of the week.
but oohhhh sigh of relief

24.1.05

some days immobile

no letter in the box. will find out tomorrow when i'm in manchester.
otherwise, i'm a bundle. time to do some serious cycling on my way home, time to work myself to sleep.

21.1.05

home!

i think i broke every traffic law on the books.
and i just said "cameron, don't despair. it's in the house, i just dont know where."

it's friday!!

i'm walking out the door at 6.45 (thats an early record for this week!) and home to shower and change for the brixton tsunami benifit. i'm overcoming my day long headache and bad sleep last night with a glass of wine and a cycle home.

20.1.05

perhaps it was just my mood

the made up girls, souped up cars, and shortened up skirts of south ken didn't appeal. he wore the blue shirt i chose in florence and the obligatory armani - or is it versace - black jacket and levis. i did not wear the necklace; wore my work trousers and fitted button up. i would have worn low cut sweaters and skirts. i fiddled with the chopsticks. he drank more, i drank less. we chatted away, both pleased to be talking easily. i was tired: of the london thursday social scene and of being awake. our old sushi, and suddenly i didn't care to please. either south ken or him. ye old place, different atmosphere. i have to be at work at 8 tomorrow.

19.1.05

interesting

- just find this fascinating, that soon you will be able to effectively bet on whether property in new york or in brussels will do better over the next few years. I'd say their second point on liquidity would be the biggest obstacle - the property market takes its time - everything comes in quarters, half years..and while the existence of property derivates might shake the evaluation of real estate to move a bit faster, the stock market is stil going to have some trouble getting enough momentum going for both buyers and sellers. also, property prices (in general) are fairly easy to forcast - they're not dependent on grain harvests in china, for example - so the betting might not be all that exciting. (well unless of course there are a few more megacity bombs...)

Laying the foundations for property derivatives
By Jim Pickard (FT.com)
Published: January 14 2005 02:00 | Last updated: January 14 2005 02:00

The race to create derivatives in the property market began in earnest four months ago. Though there were several attempts during the 1990s to create such products, only last September was the tax treatment changed by government to make them widely attractive.

This was through an ending to the previous law that capital gains tax was payable on profit but losses did not qualify for relief. The Financial Services Authority, the City watchdog, also added impetus by allowing insurance companies to use property derivatives for "efficient portfolio management".

According to some in the property sector, yesterday's contract for difference by Deutsche Bank and Eurohypo, the German specialist real estate bank, sets the UK on the path to being the first country in the world with a fully formed property derivatives market, providing complex hedges against risk.

Estimates of the future size of the UK property derivatives market - made at a recent conference - ran from several billion pounds to as high as £3,000bn.

Other banks are said to be considering similar moves, not only in Britain but also in Sweden and the US. TD Bank, based in Canada, is close to launching such derivatives in the UK, it is understood.

To its advantage, the UK is widely considered to have the most reliable property data, collated by Investment Property Databank, which is being used for the Deutsche Bank and Eurohypo deal and is likely to form the basis for the new market. IPD is an independent research company whose index tracks the return on £102bn of property.

The CFD created by Deutsche Bank and Eurohypo is effectively a bet on whether the property market will outpace the return on cash. The CFD enables both parties to swap their risks without any buildings changing hands.

This removes not only the cost of selling or buying buildings, which can be 7.75 per cent in stamp duty and agents' fees, but also takes place immediately - unlike the three to six months needed for real-life transactions.

In future, property derivative transactions are as likely to be risk swaps between two different sectors. One fund manager may wish to increase his exposure to business parks and decrease its exposure to Midlands shopping centres.

Another may take the exact opposite view.

"Some people will take synthetic exposure to the market rather than buying properties, if these things exist they give the chance to do more tactical trading than you could have done in the past," says Paul McNamara, head of research at Prudential Property Investment Managers.

Eventually, as more banks and companies exchange derivatives, the market could create international swaps - say, between New York offices and Brussels warehouses.

In the long term, some predict, property derivatives could take on the more complicated nature of those in other established derivatives markets such as interest rates, currencies, commodities, energy and equities.

Nevertheless, some in the sector say important questions remain about whether the derivative concept will adapt to the idiosyncracies of the property market.

First, given the lemming-like nature of some property investors, putting money into certain sectors at the same time, would it be possible to find both buyers and sellers at any given time?

Second, would the property derivatives market have enough liquidity, with estates valued on a monthly, quarterly or annual basis? Shares, by contrast, can change price by the second.

In the late 1990s, Barclays issued hundreds of millions of pounds of property index certificates - effectively a bond - which would match the returns of the IPD index. And Abbey has sold £1bn of savings products that are based on the Halifax UK house price index over a given period.

Neither has been widely followed, though some observers counter that these were not pure derivatives, in that money was paid upfront by investors.

A property swaps market may prove more popular.

"Four or five years ago, many people would have questioned whether property derivatives could ever become established," says Mark Daley, a banking partner at Berwin Leighton Paisner, the law firm. "Now the absence of a derivatives market for this asset class has come to be seen as anomalous."

18.1.05

Bush Plans Sharp Cuts in HUD Community Efforts

thought it specially interesting in light of recent discussion on alfunspun's blog. i've only copied certain sections... the rest can be found on Washington Post article - By Jonathan Weisman)

"The White House will seek to drastically shrink the Department of Housing and Urban Development's $8 billion community branch, purging dozens of economic development projects, scrapping a rural housing program and folding high-profile anti-poverty efforts into the Labor and Commerce departments, administration officials said yesterday.

The proposal in the upcoming 2006 budget would make good on President Bush's vow to eliminate or consolidate what he sees as duplicative or ineffective programs.Officials said yesterday that economic development programs are scattered too widely in the government and have proved particularly ineffectual at HUD.

Advocates for the poor, however, contended that the White House is trying to gut federal programs for the poorest Americans to make way for tax cuts, a mission to Mars and other presidential priorities. Administration officials would not say how much the consolidation would save, but it could lead to steep funding cuts. That is because the HUD programs would have to compete for resources in Commerce and Labor budgets that are not likely to expand to accommodate the shuffle.

Congressional housing aides say the $4.7 billion Community Development Block Grant (CDBG) program -- the bulk of the community planning budget -- could be cut as much as 50 percent. Cities have become dependent on HUD's development programs, especially the CDBG, which has existed for 30 years, city officials said. Stanley Jackson, director of the D.C. Department of Housing and Community Development, said the city has used CDBG grants of $21 million to $22 million a year for clinics, recreation
centers, day-care facilities, literacy programs and housing development.

HUD would maintain the Home Investment Partnerships to build or buy affordable housing, homeless assistance programs and housing assistance for AIDS sufferers. The budget would eliminate $260 million in economic development projects earmarked for this year by lawmakers. HUD could ultimately lose a quarter of its $31 billion budget.

HUD's city focus may be why the White House is dismantling the HUD programs, Frank charged. "HUD is the place where mayors and urban interests can put up the strongest fight," he said.

16.1.05

2005 Social Capitalist Awards

"Top 25 Groups that are changing the world" : The amazing organizations that received the Fast Company /Monitor Group Social Capitalist Awards have found a better way to do good: They're using the disciplines of the corporate world to tackle daunting social problems. In our second exclusive ranking, we used a similarly hard-nosed approach to find the 25 best social entrepreneurs. FastCompany

15.1.05

yo era mal criada

i've been permitting saturday afternoon its long shadows and slow thoughts. a deliberate, unhurried even in contemplation, laziness that stretches through cooking (ok ok attempts at cooking), milling in the flat hallways, re-reading old books, letting the same cd play all afternoon because I haven't cared to notice until now.

last winter in london trained me in the sensational ever exciting art of passing eight hours indoors without either boredom or cash. day dreams, sigur ros, 400 page sci fi books and ingenious ideas for fridge leftovers are all the ingredients you need. sunshine helps, because then walking's allowed, irregardless of the thermometer.

14.1.05

8amplanetrails


8amplanetrails
Originally uploaded by wonderwomanyank.
digs blogs about the beauty of twilight; my turn to praise the day's awakening. the streets already humming, the sun's light creeping, the potential of a cloudless early morning. this is the view from my doorstep at 7.40am.

dregs

its been one of those work weeks - the kind where friday arrives and you can't remember anything non-work related between sunday and this evening. although my sunday was especially nice.
i've been eating to feed myself, not for taste. partly lack of cash flow, partly i can't be asked. but melT's post on chicken makes the taste buds salivate. and i'll treat myself soon. lemongrass, mushrooms, coconut, chilies... time for thai
i've been travelling to work in ways that burn the christmas gluttony. cycling, running, extra miles here and there.
its been a week of rising before dawn, leaving work after dark, and off to bed before 10.
don't worry, I'll be bored of this in a few days.
between reading bios of catherine the great and watching 'house of cards' (british pm machiavellian movie)i'm in the mood to take on my boss. by bugging his laptop and releasing the tidbits to the press, of course... muuuhhahahahahah.
nevermind. i'll wait till i grow up. then you watch.

stunning.

http://www.jamesnachtwey.com/. stolen from thomas in germany's blog. images worth a thousand words.

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the only thing interesting to report today is that i was almost run over by a crazed milk truck driver this morning, jogging my way to work.

13.1.05

finally, i can avoid starbucks

The fog of broadband policy has given way to frenzy over municipal Wi-Fi. Ignited by Philadelphia's consideration of a city-owned wireless broadband network, the concept appears to rock. The blogosphere trumpets "Philadelphia, the biggest WiFi hotspot in the world," while Mayor John Street is feted as a visionary. Newspaper features bulge with internet bubble-style pull quotes, such as this summation by Aaron Nutt, a consultant: "Wi-Fi is no longer a 'coffee house' technology and represents a potentially serious disruptive challenge to the current wireline-based broadband market."FT

more - tell anyone you know in london : )

tsunami benifit in brixton. 21st january. http://www.rhythmsofresistance.co.uk/?lid=715

damage


damage
Originally uploaded by wonderwomanyank.

12.1.05

south facing windows

gotta love them in these northern climes.
i face out of mine, over st. john's square in clerkenwell.
but when the elusive sun finally does appear
it's about level with my forehead in january at noon.
from behind, and just above, my computer screen. squint. squint.

10.1.05

work permit mails tomorrow

should know by next friday if i'm royally screwed or set for life. if keep myself busy i dont't get nightmares.

samba tsunami benifit in brixton 21 january

from elliott, the co-worker.

Some sambistas and I are organising a gig in Brixton (Friday 21st January) to raise cash for victims of the tsunami. I had a good look around the venue this afternoon and it's massive (capacity of 500, 2 stages, 2 big rooms, 2 bars and a dance floor) We've signed up a really diverse list of acts to appear alongside London's finest Samba outfit - Rhythms of Resistance (featuring me). My favourites are Transglobal Underground and the Yiddish Folk Group).

The night runs 'til 3am, it costs £7 to get in (drinks normal price all night) and will definitely be the best night out this side of ... yeah. Below I have posted a complete listing of acts playing. Anyone left standing after all that is welcome to
crash at my house. Oh on then - can all come...

DEFINITES:
---------
* DJ Mantu (Transglobal Underground), plus
* Bellydancer, and possible scitar player
* Rhythms of Resistance (ME + 30 other international
Sambistas)
* Asian Dub Foundation DJs (need no introduction)
* Dhol Foundation (Drumming outfit)
* B-loco (Samba Funk)
* DJ Eon, plus 2 MCs
* The Rub (Leftist Indie)
* DJ Showtime
* She'Koyokh (Yiddish Klezme band - think violins
and accordian etc)
* Bushcraft
* Bollywood Brass Band (Wicked!)


OTHER ATTRACTIONS:
------------
* Capoeira
* Indian Head massage
* Healers
* Visuals (Ben (George's - not RoR's)
* Food
* Seeing Elliott play samba wearing a day-glow pink
mad-afro wig.

There is absolutely no way any of you have got stuff booked up for the end of January.

Eliott :-)

7.1.05

running home

i took in 6 mini bottles of rose M&C to work this morning, so the bicycle had to stay. it whimpered as i dressed in skirt and knee high 3inch heel boots and took the tube to work. i whimpered even more sandwiched onto a beyond overcrowded circle line tube full of coughing sick-looking black-wearing fully miserable people. someone in another train going the other way smiled at me though, and i smiled back over seated coiffed heads and 2 panes of plastic. happy smiles in our little bubbles of crowded isolation.

i daydreamed that the happy techno in my ears suddenly poured over the speakers, and the miserable people smelling one anothers armpits suddenly danced for joy, rocking the car jumping up and down and actually allowing each other to enjoy themeselves with strangers. then i remembered how in december on my way to see andrew an adam lemmon looking torn jeans boy got on at earls court and attempted to play guitar. good songs, but the poor kid couldn't find half the notes. i had turned away to the window so as to not laugh at the stony faces all around me, and smiled at his clumsy fingers. but i didn't give him any change. so no raves this morning at kings cross.

i jogged home in high winds past the black and grey suits at the friday night pubs. hurrying knowing the flat was full and lively again. to jen and her family, crowding the halls and laughing together at each other as only you can after 3 weeks traveling juntos. jovial. she's tanned and happy, we'll discharge our respective vacations at each other tomorrow. for now i have a fine-woven wool woman's winter wrap from nagaland to keep me warm in my chilly room.

more kunslter, because he's that good.

Time Magazine's Person of the Year had a famous father who famously remarked a decade ago that "the American way of life is not negotiable." This remains the animating principle beneath most of America's troubles in the world.

A good many people in the United States probably still agree with this notion, but how realistic is it? .....
(see kunstler for more here)

We also have to continue to pretend that we have money. We've been successful at pretending to be an affluent nation in recent years because of the intimate notional connection between money and credit. On the grand scale, money is credit because a currency is only worth what a consensus of people engaged in trade believe it is. That belief is in turn intimately connected with what people think the prospects are for a society to continue to be successful, i.e. capable of generating wealth. Americans have come to believe that buying houses on credit is a wealth-producing activity.

There's an awful lot of evidence that a suburban building boom, based on credit, will eventually lose credibility. Other people in the world may notice that the building of McHouses and WalMart stores is not an activity that in itself produces enduring value. And there's a connection between the words credibility and credit. The net result may be a society having to revert to the value of the real things that can be sold (made "liquid"). This list of things is hierarchical beginning with those things that have indisputable value (gold and gems) to those things that have elastic value (paintings by William Merrit Chase and common stock in the Krispy Kreme Corporation), to those things that may have little-to-marginal value if living conditions change (Hummer cars and McHouses built far away from any town). The medium of exchange for these items, the dollar, may itself lose credibility, which would complicate matters.

classic lovegren

We make it into fareast company hall and there's the banner for fine monosodium glutamate today i ate the chocolate cake and i said it has a particular taste, apa says rum and i say yes that's it, but it's artificial rum, methyl formate, because it smells faintly of that stuff as a kid you would put on the end of the tiny straw and blow these little bubbles that would stiffen and you could play with them. jlovegren

dusk

the moment when you realise it's lighter inside than out, when its darkened enough to need the long-life low energy lighbulbs in the ceiling. its 4.01. the building across the way is a media library i think. it's next to a medieval gate from 1504.

5.1.05

wellington arch morning


wellington arch morning
Originally uploaded by wonderwomanyank.
cycling: shakira in the mp3 player, dodging the big red buses, peds and motorcycles on oxford street at 7pm. it's misting, and the wind blows the water in swirls against the lights. ahh, home.

me, backwards.

http://jameshowardkunstler.typepad.com/
"Back From Europe

December 15, 2004

Paris was normal, which is to say the streets were thronged with live human beings (hardly any of them overweight), the cafes and restaurants were bustling, even the parks were well-populated on a brisk December day and we were reminded emphatically of the stark contrast with the impoverished public life of America. In fact, one morning as we puttered in the hotel room with CNN-Europe playing in the background, a story came on about retail sales back in the States, and there was a shot of our supersized fellow countrymen waddling around in a WalMart dressed in the usual slob apparel by which they fail to make a distinction between being at home and being out in public.

Amsterdam, Holland, was pretty much the same story as Paris, though it is physically quite different from Paris -- the scale is smaller, the intimate streets are deployed along a network of beautiful canals, and the car is barely tolerated (or even much in evidence). There, we would duck into a "brown bar" (so-called because of the dark wooden wainscotting) at five p.m. and it would be full of well-dressed, gainfully employed adults in animated conversation. Public life in Europe is only minimally about shopping and maximally about spending time with your fellow human
beings.

American public life by comparison is pathetic-to-nonexistent. Americans venture out only to roam the warehouse depots, and only by car. In most American places bars are strictly for lowlifes, and the public realm for the employed classes is pretty much restricted to television, with its predictable cast of manufactured characters and situations. The alienation and isolation of American life is so pervasive and pathological, compared to life lived elsewhere in this world, that all the Prozac ever made will never avail to make things better for us.

The process of making America an alienated land of solitary, obese river-shoppers has been very profitable for predatory corporations. They have systematically disassembled the public social infrastructure and repackaged pieces of it for sale -- starting with the single-family house isolated on its lot from all the normal amenities of culture and society. Everybody now has their 'home theater' so the cinema is only a place to park children for two hours so you can drive elsewhere to buy the cheez doodles, frozen pizza, Pepsi, and other staples of the American diet. You equip your kitchen with an espresso machine and there is no reason to "waste your time" in a cafe. Everybody has to have their own pool, so the kids can go swimming by themselves. Family values. The rest of the human race is
unimportant.

American adults are said to work far more hours than their European
counterparts. Clearly, that is because they have no place to "be" with other
people besides the WalMart, and no way to get anyplace except the car. On
top of this fantastic alienation, there is the inescapable din of manufactured Christmas festivity, which must only reinforce the deep,chronic loneliness of most average Americans, the utter lack of connection with other people. In Paris there was hardly a Santa to be seen, or a carol to be heard, though the busy and beautiful streets were saturated with cheer and conviviality.

What is also striking in contrast is the stupendous and immersive ugliness of all "normal" American daily environments. Public beauty in buildings and streets is not merely absent, it seems to have been rigorously banished. Americans now move continually through a machine terrain unmediated by any reminders of what it means to be human. Our most celebrated architects are high priests of the machine ethos. America has become a country of sad, lonely, and frightened people. We say that we
like our way of life, but I suspect that many Red staters have never known anything else besides the six-lane highway, the box store, and the life of cable TV. The widespread demoralization is too great to be calculated.

190 lbs of luggage.

but i'm home. reminder: next year have gifts sent to london.
eerily beautiful slow sunrise over sheep pastures from the gatwick express up this morning. off to work in the afternoon, but plenty of time for a cup of tea in the kitchen and a jog in the park.

4.1.05

i'm going to miss..

old friends and 101.7 "las estrellas" radio station.

oh what a difference a day makes

Dallas;
68°F
Cloudy Feels Like
68°F

UV Index: 0 Low
Dew Point: 64°F
Humidity: 88%
Visibility: 6.0 miles
Pressure: 30.11 inches and rising
Wind: From the South at 16 mph

London:
Mostly Cloudy
Mostly Cloudy
52°F
Feels Like
52°F
UV Index: 0 Low
Wind: From the Southwest at 17 mph
Dew Point: 43°F
Humidity: 71%
Visibility: 6 miles
Barometer: 30.15 in.
Climate Statistics

Round the Clock Details

almost

time to go home and pack, prepare for the last few crazy rush hours tomorrow before i endure the sure to be horrible flight home. and then home! can't wait to get back to work, go running in hyde park, fight the taxis for road space, wear heels scarves gloves and start complaining about the dark and sleep in my own bed.

3 suitcases, all the books under 70lbs each suitcase can hold, the 4 new pairs of shoes, new bicycle gear, cowboy hat camera and cooking gear. dont forget the tequila.

the batteries are all recharged, my head is set straight on my head about work and where am i am in life, and now all i have to lay awake at night worrying about is my visa and work permit.

had the best dinner in dallas yet - wild mushroom risotto, lobster, sashimi, and bacon/egg/truffle oil couscous. and gran mariner souffle.

1.1.05

humidity and heat

time magazine names George Bush man of the year.
the publisher, AOL time warner, actually donated about 75% to democrats, 25% to republicans in 2004. (www.opensecrets.org). i guess they know their readership base well enough. even if the company suppored kerry, they know Bush is who sells.

america makes me bitter

it's half my vacation = letting others lead me around
and half the disgusting cities and developments people here call progress
you'd probably have to see the hi-five to understand, i'll post pictures soon.
i keep my mouth shut most of the time people complain about driving 30 minutes to see friends, because they complain about the lack of parking, not about the fact they actually have to be sober and driving or the rediculous highways where you can't turn around for miles and must go miles out of your way locally, all in the name of convience and silent residential districts. its time to get over the tequila and grey goose and go to sleep.
new years (oh happy by the way) was great, totally with old friends and completly unassuming. just another party where everyone happens to get a bit dressed up. i'm a year older, and so is everyone else. welcome to january.