Unfit to be an American

My tastes just don’t seem to allign with the American mentality. I think we should adopt the European models of universal health care. I think we should increase income taxes – provided they actually improve services like public transit and health care. And I tend to like their music.

Specifically, it’s well documented that I enjoy some early 1980’s new wave and pop. Much of the greats came from Europe (mostly the U.K.). You know, groups like ABC, Depeche Mode, Culture Club, Yaz, Dexy’s Midnight Runners, Soft Cell, Kim Wilde, The The, Texas, Spandau Ballet, Naked Eyes, Thompson Twins, Simply Red, Duran Duran, Dead or Alive, The Clash, The Communards, The Buggles, The Pretenders (though, Chrissy Hynde was from Ohio), Adam Ant, Bow Wow Wow, The Blow Monkeys, Madness, Modern English, Psychedelic Furs, The Smiths, The Other Ones, and Echo and the Bunnymen (to name a few).

Now I’m having a problem finding songs for my iPod. I was given a gift certificate for my birthday. I’ve found a bunch of songs on there that I’ve been hunting for for years. But there are other songs I can’t find there. Yet, I somehow accidentally logged into the iTunes website for the U.K. and they have all of the songs I want.

However, as a U.S. citizen, I can’t purchase them. I don’t get it…can’t they just charge me in pounds instead of dollars and calculate the exchange rate? Hell, they’d make more money since the songs are .79 pounds (which is about $1.59). Randy thought it might be a copyright issue (it might be)…but that doesn’t make sense to me since I could go to a U.K. music shop and buy the CD’s and bring them back.

But I can’t get them. It’s so discouraging. Good bye, Prefab Sprout, The Divine Comedy, The BlueBelles, and Aztec Camera (United States iTunes has some of their albums, but not the ones I want).

Too Darn Hot

Our friend, Zach, graduated from MIT on Friday so we went to his graduation party in Plymouth on Saturday. It was a great time (great people, great food). The temperature was a wee bit oppressive, but we coped. We didn’t end up getting home until after 11PM (we left Plymouth at 9:30 but road construction on the expressway caused an hour delay).

Anway, even at 11PM it was 83 degrees still in Somerville (much warmer than it was in Plymouth).

In fact, it was so hot that Randy wasn’t even up for going to the beach yesterday. Now THAT’s hot.

And speaking of climate/earth…what’s up with all of these earthquakes? I’m not a seismologist, but I know that dozens (hundreds?) of earthquakes happen every day (I’m a geek and will occasionally check out the usgs.gov website just for the hell of it). But there has been a HUGE amount of activity with larger earthquakes lately. First there was the big one in China. Then while Randy and I were in Europe Iceland had a 6.3 quake. Now yesterday Greece had 20 earthquakes in a 12 hour period and China had another quake over 6.0 in a series of aftershocks since the original one a few weeks ago.

Is the planet trying to tell us something? This time around, at least, the televangelists can’t blame the homosexuals and abortionists since these quakes are not happening in Massachusetts, Denmark, South Africa, Canada, or Spain (those are the places where same-sex marriage is legal). But this sudden spike in large earthquake activity does have me intrigued.

A Lesson Learned

Note to self: If it’s ever cloudy when I begin my morning scooter commute, wear nylon track pants over my clothes.

I left the house and it was dry. Well, the ground was wet from overnight rain, but it wasn’t raining as I left the house. But just before I got half way to work it poured. It wasn’t even gradual. One minute I was dry, the next minute, I was soaked..and still had 7 minutes to go (I would have also had 7 minutes to head back to the house so it didn’t matter if I returned home or continued to work).

It also figures that once the rain began, I started hitting every red light possible. And got caught behind every idiot driver imaginable who would go 15 – 20 miles per hour. Oy vey. I was apparently not the only person caught off guard….I saw numerous people on bicycles start peddling faster, too.

I’ve now arrived at the office and, lo and behold, the rain is subsiding. However, it’s a little too late for me. My jeans are soaked, my sneakers are soaked, my leather jacket soaked straight through and my shirt is soaked.

It’s going to be a good day. I can tell.

Now, Students, It’s Time for the Slide Presentation.

We all know what this means! Yep, our photos are now available for your viewing online. As usual, we took more pictures of places than of people, so you’ll get lots of cool architecture and medievil city scenes, but you won’t see photos of us doing silly or obscene things. Well, perhaps there are a few of those…you’ll just have to dig around. I can think of one example of Randy doing something with a sculpture in Munich that did get the guards’ attention (two of the guards started laughing, actually).

To view the pictures, just follow the “Karl’s Photo Gallery” link on the bottom right of this blog. The photos are in albums by city (Munich, Grenoble, Lyon, Paris). You get the picture…literally! If you go there you’ll get the pictures! Too funny.

Randy returned last night. We had a fancy home-cooked meal of frozen chicken pieces and frozen vegetables (well, they started off as frozen, we did ultimately heat them up in the microwave). YAY – life is back to normal!

Observations From a Simpleton

The jetlag isn’t kicking in as fiercely as it usually does. Perhaps I’ve become accustomed to transitioning from time zones? Either that or it’s going to come on full force in a few days. Randy returns today (he’s actually on the plane as I type) and should land around 3:15PM. YAY!

I can’t think of much to say so I’m just going to list some personal observations about Europe:

1 – Why can’t the U.S. follow the European model of full-height partitions between toilets? Not only are the doors full height, but they use actual floor to ceiling walls between stalls. There are no 1/2-inch gaps between partitions, no 6 inches on the bottom and two feet on the top wide open for somebody to look over (or under). It also helps reduce the volume of those quirky, unpleasant noises you often hear in bathrooms (noises that I would never emit, of course).

2 – On a related note, why can’t Europeans learn how to clean a bathroom? 95% of the ones I’ve used have been filthy. I took a photo of one where there was no toilet seat, piss all over the floor, and containers of food littered about. However, the lobby toilet in our Munich hotel had a self-disinfecting toilet seat that was brilliant (and I hope catches on elsewhere).

3 – They may have high recylcing rates for bottles and bags, but they are sorely lacking when it comes to water. There’s nary a water-conserving showerhead to be found. And I’ve never seen so much water being used to flush a toilet before. I find this odd because they’re so rigid with environmental issues in other ways (lots of nuclear power, 25 cent deposits on bottles in Germany, and they don’t give out grocery bags at the store…you have to buy one for a euro [$1.56] or bring your own).

4 – Their public transit is so efficient and thorough. Even primitive transport technologies like trams (such as Boston’s green line) run more smoothly and quickly. In Munich, for example, they’ve got the ability to turn traffic lights in their favor as they approach intersections. Also, in Munich the trams have ticket machines on the train so they can open all of the doors at above ground stops instead of having everybody filter through just the first door. What a time saver!

5 – German’s don’t like bedding. It’s the weirdest thing, in both hotels we checked into in Germany you don’t get sheets. There’s the fitted sheet covering the mattress, of course, but then there’s a goofily folded duvet sitting on top. You can’t tuck yourself in, and no matter how you lay, the minute you roll over a portion of your body is uncovered. Oh, and the “king” sized beds we booked were always two twin beds on one frame. And the duvets were twins…so there’s no way for both of you to be under covers together. Odd.

6 – Paris is pricey! In the past 3 years that I’ve been going, prices just keep getting higher and higher. They’ve not reached London prices yet, but it’s pretty bad. A bottle of sparkling water at a restaurant can go for $9 or more. For water! We went to a cafe (to dodge the rain) and had one glass of wine, a small bottle of sparkling water, and one crepe; it came to $24.00.

7 – France loves rotaries. I had always thought it was a British thing that only remained in the U.K. and Massachusetts, but they’re all over France. You’ve got the huge ones, like at the Arch de Triomphe in Paris, but they’re scattered all over the south of France, too. After exiting a highway we went down one straight road that must have had 7 or 8 rotaries in just one mile or so. They had them at every single intersection instead of lights.

8 – France has started something brilliant that I hope spreads to the states. It’s called the Velib and it’s essentially a bike rental system throughout the city. At every subway stop, train station, and various other attractions, there is an enormous bike rack (with 50 or more bikes, at times) where you swipe a credit card, get a ticket, and grab a bike. Then you park at at whatever other bike rack you want. It’s FREE for the first 30 minutes, then one euro per half hour after that. But if your attractions/destinations are just a 30 minute bike ride away, you can essentially get around the entire city for free. And it beats being in the subway where you can’t see things. We rode along the Seine taking in the Louvre, Musee D’Orsay, Eiffel tour, Les Invalides and countless other sites. There are over 22,000 bikes in Paris alone. This system is also in use in Lyon. And both are very successful.

9 – The U.S. needs to adopt smart cards. I’m not sure why we don’t have them (they’re the credit cards with a chip in them). In Europe, the subway ticket machines and the Velib bike rentals all required the smart cards so we found numerous Americans unable to use them (well, they could pay cash for the subway, but they were out of luck on the bikes). Fortunately, Randy’s American Express card has the chip.

10 – Their pilots suck. Maybe it was because the planes were smaller (100 seaters). Or maybe it was because we had rain inclement weather, but our take off’s and landings were R-O-U-G-H. It felt like they were rushing, then slowing down, then rushing…then hitting turbulance, then going up again, then down again. Oy vey.

11 – Nobody stamps passports anymore. Paris didn’t stamp it, and since all EU countries don’t require passports to travel between them, I didn’t get one for Germany, either. What’s the point of a passport book if you can’t look at it years later and recall all the places you’ve been?

12 – Europeans include tax in their prices. That makes so much sense. Why do we list the menu price…then add 5% at the register. Wouldn’t it be easier if you just show the total price you pay? That way, when you’re in line you’ll know exactly how much change to pull out.

13 – Hotels in Europe seem to be going in this “no shower curtain” route where they provide these plastic/glass doors instead. But instead of a full shower door enclosing you in the bathub, the door is only about 9-12 inches wide. It covers less than 1/3 of the bath tub. Consequently, we flooded ever single hotel bathroom floor (we can’t be alone in this).

14 – It’s cheaper to get liquored up than it is to rehydrate. In France, it’s cheaper to get a glass (or a carafe) of wine than it is to get water. In Germany, Czech Republic, and the Netherlands, it’s cheaper to buy beer than water.

15 – Europe gives me a new appreciation for convenience stores. In the states, I rarely go to them because our full-sized markets are open at all hours. If not, there are usually mom-and-pop shops on neighborhood streets, or all of our pharmacies sell beverages. But we couldn’t get a freaking bottle of water in Munich to save our life. EVERYTHING was closed at 8pm in Munich (except restaurants/bars). So our first night there we couldn’t get water. On Saturday, stores were open, but there were no “convenience” stores – just retail shops and pharmacies. Pharmacies in Europe are just drug stores – they only sell medications and toiletries (yet they’re on every corner). With all of the tourists in Munich, you’d think there’d be shops all over serving snacks and bottles of soda/water. Nope. And don’t even think about Sunday when the whole city shuts down (except restaurants and churches). We were smart enough to stock up on Saturday when we found the lone market in downtown Munich.

I guess that’s it. I’d love to hear how Europeans find things in the states. I’m guessing they’d find our light switches hilarious (in Europe, light switches are a flat pad in the wall that can be up to 2.5 inches square) and our toilets primitive (their toilets flush by pushing panels in the wall). Any Europeans care to share?

Paris, Lyon, Grenoble, Munich: Part Infiniti

Yikes – I really did horribly at blogging this time around, didn’t I? We kept ourselves pretty busy in Paris, and then our hotels in the other cities either didn’t have free wifi (pronounced wee-fee, in French), or the service was dial-up and not worth the effort.

Let’s see, where did I leave off? Oh yeah, doesn’t it figure that the sun started coming out again as we headed to the train station to take the TGV (high-speed rail) from Paris to Lyon? RailEurope booked us on an upper floor of the train, which, if memory served me well could result in a bit of sea-sickness in me.

And it did. Nothing major. It was pretty mild, actually. Being upstairs definitely made things rock left and right a bit more, and the rapid flashes of trees zipping by the window didn’t help. Randy and I switched seats and I focused on my magazine instead of the window and the rest of the trip was fine.

We stayed in Lyon Part Dieu (the newer part of Lyon). But immediately after checking into our hotel, we took the subway to Viuex Lyon, which was beautiful in a crumbling sort of way. There are two rivers and in between is an old part of town with the City Hall (Hotel de Ville) and opera house. Across the river to the west is a steep hill filled with 15th and 16th century homes and churches (one church was from the 1300’s). Instead of taking the funiculaire we climbed the mountain to the enormous Catholic church that provided views of the city. The red clay rooflines were gorgeous. We climbed back down the mountain and right through an ancient Roman Ampitheatre. They’re mostly ruins, but portions are still used today for concerts.

We ate dinner at an outdoor cafe in Vieux Lyon before walking around, taking more photos, and returning to our hotel. Lyon felt like an older/grittier version of Paris (which it actually is). Immediately after we entered the hotel, it started to downpour.

And downpour is pretty much all it did for the next 2+ days.

Grenoble was a complete wash out. Randy has some business to do so I was on my own. With my trusty umbrella I did walk through the old part of town, and then took the gondola up to the top of the Bastille (an historic mountain fort) and walked down. I was exhausted, and sweaty, and soaked, but it was quite beautiful. I do wish the sun had shone so you could have seen the Alps all around you. Unfortunately, they were mostly covered in clouds. I found the architecture less impressive than Lyon, but the location was far more spectacular (located in a valley with the Alps on all sides of you).

I did get a better view of the Alps the next evening when we flew over them (still snow covered) to get to Munich.

From this point on, we had nothing but sunshine (Friday night, Saturday, Sunday, Monday). In fact, it got downright hot. We got upgraded at the hotel to a junior suite (essentially an end unit on the top floor with a living room and bedroom). We overlooked the top floor of a city garage, but beyond that we could see the twin domes of a 1300’s church.

I liked Munich. It reminded me of Prague, but a bit dirtier. The most unfortunate thing with Munich, though, is that most of it was bombed in World War II. Seriously, nearly every single building in the city was “built in the 1300’s, destroyed in 1944, and rebuilt.” Some weren’t rebuilt until the 1970’s (like the old City hall). As a result, these new buildings were built in the same overall shape as the original, but instead of all of the original ornamentation the historic buildings had, these replicas were just painted to look similar (fake columns, fake cornice, even fake windows). I wish they’d invested the money to actually built to spec.

For instance, we toured the Residenz (former palace) in the heart of the city and some wings of the building were destroyed and others were not. You could stand in a gardent/courtyard and one wall would have all of the gorgeous original detail, the opposite “matching” wall had the detail painted on the flat wall…including fake windows).

We ate lots of German food (Weinerschnitzel, etc…) and walked everywhere. Though, we did take a tram to Nymphenburg Palace. This was actually a disappointment. I’d heard it compared to Versailles, but it is NOTHING like Versailles. The grounds in front of the palace are better than Versailles (since there were gardens and pools), but the palace tour only brought you into about 12 rooms (out of hundreds) even though his building went on for blocks and blocks). We walked around the building and it appeared that much of the building is just used for storage now. Any original interior detailing has been lost (looking in some windows we saw fluorescent tube lighting hanging from the ceiling).

The rear grounds were nice, but less impressive than Versailles (I guess it’s tough to compete). We took the tram back to central Munich and went to two of the Pinakothek Museums (which were impressive in architecture, and in the works they contained).

By then, it was time to leave the city, head to our hotel at the airport, and say good bye to vacation. The airport hotel was phenomenally modern (our hotels rooms, actually, got better progressively every night). Actually, the whole airport was ultra-modern, but Randy got some great artistic shots of our all glass hotel.

Yesterday, I caught my Air France flight from Munich to Paris with no problems. (Unrelated question: why does Paris so rarely let you exit or board planes at the terminal? They always make you walk out onto the tarmac and take a bus..it’s annoying and time wasting). Then I switched terminals and caught my American Airlines flight from Paris to Boston.

Now I’m back to work, jet-lagged, but full of memories. Oh, and gummies. While in Germany we stocked up on our fabvorite Haribo gummies (they have a new flavor that’s great)! We even bought some Schneck Leckers! MMMMM

Paris, Part 2

In about 15 minutes Randy and I leave Paris for Lyon. The past few days have been fun, although wet. After a few good weather days at the beginning, the last two were full of rain (and a spectacular lightning storm last night).

We did manage to sqeeuze in numerous activities: the Catacombs (which I visited last year) and the Paris Sewer Tour. I had expected this to be a tour of old (no longer used) sewer lines, but you actually walk on grates above active running sewer lines. Oh yes, there was the smell….and the sights….of raw sewage. Still, it was an interesting tour. Most of the exhibits were suspending over the running sewage so you can hear it (smell it) while you walk.

ANd now we’re off. I’ll write more later!

Paris, Part 1

I’m in my fourth day in Paris and am just getting around to blogging (bad Karl). Where are my priorities?

Things have been going well so far. Quite well. The weather predictions that had me so concerned before we left have been nearly completely wrong. Friday was gorgeous, Saturday was mostly cloudy with a few downpours in the afternoon, but the evening was clear.  Sunday was  a mixture of Sun and clouds and today appears to be the same.

Even still, weather.com predicted rain each morning I checked (including today). One time when I checked yesterday, it even said “the current condition”was rain while the sun shined outside the window.

Anyway, enough meteorology.

I arrived in Paris bright and early Friday morning after a flight with no in-seat movies (what’s up with that?). Feeling a second wind, I did some walking around the Marais and Left Bank. I returned to the flat and went to lunch with Mark at favorite local creperie.

I did manage to squeeze in a nap prior to heading out to a dinner party at some friends of his near the Bastille. The party was so….French. The host was an ex-pat American photographer/artist, the the guests were all gay French men plus one other single woman. The gazillion course meal was Persian, prepared by one of the gay men.

Saturday morning as when Randy arrived and I met him near Notre Dam. He napped upon getting here (I joined) then we did a walking tour of the Latin Quarter….from the nearly 2,000 year old Roman ampitheatre to the Jardin des Plantes. We ate lunch along Rue Mouffetard before visiting the Pantheon and climbing to the top. It offered great views of the city, but also provided wind-swept rain.

That evening we had my birthday dinner on the Ille St-Louis (yum), then went to a barnear the Bastille.

Sunday was when we really start exploring things. We rented bikes through Paris’ brilliant bike rental program. enormous bike racks are located at nearly every subway station and around nearly every corner. You pick up a bike and ride it to where ever your destination is and then drop it off. The first half hour is free and the 2nd half hour is one euro.  So, if your destination is within a 30 minute ride, it’s free. We did that that to get to the Eiffel Tour.

We also walked around Les Invalides and viewed an art exhibit in the Gran Palais. At night, we had dinner at La Gai Moulin (the gay windmill) in the Marais, then walked leisurely through the Marais.

It’s currently Monday (and sunny) so we’re off to explore!

Au Revoir!

Let Them Eat Cake

There couldn’t be a more appropriate headline for today’s blog post. Last night, in an early celebration of my birthday, I went out to dinner with Randy and some friends at Amelia’s in Teele Square. Following dinner, we came back to our place, played some Wii, and ate a cake Randy baked for me. We took photos, but I forgot to bring them to post here. D’oh!

Anyway, at one point, somebody said something that prompted Pete to say “aw, let him eat cake” (it was probably me advising Randy not to have a second slice). Of course, that immediately reminded me of Marie Antoinette saying “Let them eat cake.” And where did that happen? In France! And where will I be in less than 24 hours? France!

It’s like six degrees of separation but without Will Smith (or Kevin Bacon).

Speaking of Bacon, I had some on my salad last night. And Kevin Bacon was also on the Will & Grace episode I watched on the DVR before going to dinner. See how this all works? That was only one degree of separation!

It’s Tough Being Antisocial

Now that I have the scooter, it seems everybody wants to discuss it with me. When I arrive at work, if a coworker sees me he/she will ask how I like it, how the mileage is, etc…

When I park it on the sidewalk (like when I got my haircut yesterday or when I’ve gone to the gym) I get the same questions.

This morning I filled the gas tank for the third time (since March). Again, for the third time, the person pumping gas next to me (usually in an SUV) asks about mileage.

If I was from the south, or if I was a nice person, I’d enjoy the conversation. But I’m neither of those things. I like to be left alone during my commute – whether by scooter, bus, subway, or foot. Plus, I’m not in love with the scooter. It’s a means of transportation for me; nothing more, nothing less. Maybe I wouldn’t mind answering questions about something I’m interested in or in something that’s a hobby/passion for me. But transportation? It’s just a means of getting from point A to point B.

And for the record, I paid $3.54 this time to fill the tank (it was emptier than it’s ever been).