They’re all out to get you…

On the possibility that I may be heading over to the US in a week or so I started looking into the new requirements for UK visitors. Luckily the visa waiver program is still in place, meaning we can go over for up to three months without a visa – something that would otherwise cost us a fair few pennies – but now we get to be fingerprinted and photographed for ‘added security’. Sigh.

Over the past few months I’ve come to realise that I miss living in New York a lot. Melbourne, Australia is a great town – but there’s something about Williamsburg, Brooklyn that still has first place in my heart. Of course, all of this emotional attachment is based on my time in the city pre-9/11 and a lot has changed since then by all accounts. People throughout America are now very aware that some people around the world don’t like them a lot as a county, in fact to some people the fact that the rest of the world a) exists and b) would attack them has come as a nasty shock. In response America has unsurprisingly decided the old saw of “Good fences make good neighbours” is the way forward, as opposed to the more New Testament “turn the other cheek”. Increasingly the place that once prided itself on being “the land of the free” is now the scene of increasing personal rights intrusions, all in the name of safety and pushed forward on a strong current of fear – the same fear that Michael Moore believes big business relies on to keep us behaving in a consumer frenzy and hence filling the rich folks coffers even more.

Conversely a lot more people around the world no longer believe America is a “good” superpower. The old days of the Cold War, with its easily defined good and bad guys are long gone – a much more ambiguous threat exists. It was sad when I was travelling that whenever you found out someone was American the conversation would immediately turn to the obvious topics. Sad because these Americans are the ones who have actually made an effort to find out for themselves about the world, rather than believing what the fear fuelled media would have them believe. They’ve chosen to make their own opinions and good for them. People often find they are the same as other people all round the world when not involved in a mass frenzy of angry mob nature. A one to one meeting that Israel’s current efforts to build a wall will help prevent, and in my view cause more suffering between those two nations.

So where does that leave Williamsburg? It’s still in the same place in my heart (and on the map) that it ever was, and I’m going to enjoy going back to visit when I get the chance. However I believe that I can’t live there again until America has a new, less fearful and commerce driven outlook on the world – whether that involves just voting against President Bush or something else I don’t know. Sad but true. Now I just hope they let me into the country after saying all that!

As a quick footnote here.. I noticed something about a presidential brief the other day from Bush about the current instability in Iraq. As I half watched I saw that Bush’s mannerisms have become increasingly like our own Tony Blair’s! The open necked shirt in a jacket, the hand movements, the pauses and turning of the head slightly to one side… Very strange indeed.

The tibetan art of positive thinking – christopher hansard. This was a random book that just caught my eye as I unexpectedly waited for a train to go to Kiruna from Uppsala in Sweden. Faced with a depressing 15 hours on a train it seemed like a good idea, and it certainly was! I’ve been a big fan of the Barefoot Doctor’s ‘Return of the Urban Warrior’ for a year now, however my main complaints with that were a) it takes a bit of a while to get going, b) it’s bloody huge and a real pain to carry around when you’re backpacking. Hansard’s book, his second in this series, takes a similar path (Tibetan B�n rather than Taoist) but using different meditations and more burning of juniper. Hansard is very prescriptive about quite how often you need to do the meditations to get the desired results (for example 25 plus minutes, twice a day, for 28 days), which suits me better than the more rambling style of Barefoot. The book is well written, practical and with occasional side trips into Hansard’s own training to be a B�n master – plus after a few days of reading it there have been definate improvements in my outlook, noticeable by the quality of the random things that happen through the day and how I react to them. Go get this book now – especially if you’re feeling a bit down in the dumps!!

Hitchhiker: a biography of douglas adams – m j simpson. Strangely I looked at another Adams biography in large paperbook form in Adelaide a few months back and decided it was too expensive there (like most books in Aus unfortunately) and then ended up buying a second hand John Cleese bio to read instead. There’s a strange connection there in that Douglas Adams was greatly inspired by the Pythons and Cleese was one of his idols, although he ended up being closer friends with Terry Jones – the Python often cited as being Cleese’s greatest counter-point in the Python camp. Perhaps DNA would of appreciated that. I’m not sure how much he would of appreciated this biography though.

Simpson’s biography, deeply researched by the author’s own accounts, contains a lot of interesting factlets about Douglas Adam’s life and work and also his working style. What it lacks though is the author’s humour, except when relating his (changeable) anecdotes almost verbatim, and so often comes across as very dry. Adams was never dry, and I’m a firm believer that biographies should try and capture some of their subjects flavour or at least be entertainingly written themselves. Ah well. Will probably check out one of the other bios at some point although the reviews for those aren’t exactly stunning either. I think in the end it’s just sad that DNA’s not around any more to write in his usual off-focus but fascinating manner. Sigh.

Hurdy hurdy hurh

Well, with that quick shout out to the Swedish Chef from the Muppets it’s about time to bid ‘adieu’ to Sweden (or the Swedish equivalent). Back to keyboards without those cute extra characters ö, ä and, my favourite, Ã¥ (Ã…) – or the need to use the ‘Alt Gr’ key to write an ‘@’. Guess the Swedes don’t write email addresses very often. It’s always strange getting used to different keyboards when Interneting in Europe and I find my typing speed gets slashed, something that ain’t too useful when Swedish internet cafes cost so much. Luckily this hostel has free Internet – and also annoying room-mates who kept wandering in and chatting to each other but that’s pretty standard.

‘God morgon’

Just spent an interesting night in the Vandarhem af Chapmen Youth Hostel in Stockholm. This place is pretty cool because a lot of the dorms are in this old masted ship moored up alongside the shore. Very swish, although the beds are a little creaky and make sure you don’t end up in the 11 person dorm!

Stockholm is very nice, a lovely waterside town. Makes a big change from the artic peace and quiet of Kiruna where I was the other day. Kiruna is Sweden’s biggest town in the north, which means it has a few thousand people or so. The reason’s I ended up taking a 16 hour train journey there and back (in the pet car on the way up with lots of cats and dogs) were many and varied – but mostly to do with a boy’s desire to tick off “being north of the artic circle” on the list of things to do in my life. So now that’s done, and only a few months after I crossed the equator (although I think I slept through that on the plane).

Kiruna was a lot of fun. Wandering around in the snow with vey few sounds to be heard is a beautiful thing. Then went off for a visit to the amazing Ice Hotel, where each of the suites contains beautiful ice sculptures, the rooms are at -5 C and you can drink Absolut (what else) from glasses made of ice. Brrr indeed. Strangely you’re fairly warm outside in the sun, but as soon as you go inside you freeze – a change from the usual scheme of things. All this man made beauty was outdone by the splendour of the Aurora Borealis or Northern Lights… Absolutely stunning to stand in a dark snowy field staring at green waves of light playing across the sky. Truely beautiful and right up there with the best nights of my life. In fact if there had been turtles there then it would probably of been the best night in my life…

Friday, I’m in pub

An interesting article from BBC News about how different countries approach Friday night drinking. Different folk from different places round the world give their view on how people enjoy the last day of the week. Of course the ironic thing is that in many places Friday night isn’t the big night out anyway, in New York when I left Wednesday was becoming ‘the’ night out in the week – unless you were bridge and tunnel of course.

Anyway, off to Sweden this weekend so I’ll let you know how their Friday night sessions pan out in a country where alcohol is extortionately expensive (but nicely chilled)…

Families and how to survive them – robin skynner/john cleese. A random book picked up from my dad’s spare room bookshelf but fascinating nonetheless. Having recently read a John Cleese biography which mentioned his foray into group therapy it was interesting to read the book that came out of it. Rather than being biographical though ‘families’ is a simple to understand ‘conversation’ between Cleese and Skynner about how we develop psychologically as individuals within a family unit. From birth and our attachment to our mothers, through adolescence and rebellion we finally come to marriage and loving relationships – Skynner expresses his belief that all problems within family relationships are due to being ‘stuck’ at an earlier development stage, and the importance of understanding that yourself in order to move past the issue.

There are a lot of interesting perspectives in this book, different ways of looking at familiar family situations, and Cleese’s input is to make the whole affair highly readable – although not laughable (this is a serious book). Whether or not it’s a suitable replacement for a full tranche of psychiatric help is a decision you’ll have to make yourself, but this book will help you make that decision and perhaps let you see ways to make your own progress. I’m definately going to check out the ‘sequel’ and see how that reads.

Don’t forget to brush your tooth!

A random article the other day in Wired caught my eye. Apparently there’s a new trend in England – toothing. Now this is significantly different, if similar sounding, to ‘teething’ which is what my nephew is currently doing (I’m pretty sure he’s not toothing just yet thankfully). With toothing you use your handy Bluetooth device, such as a phone, to find other Bluetooth devices in the immediate vicinity. Then, based on their Bluetooth name, you work out whether they happen to be the cute woman you fancy across the train carriage and then send them a message. If it all works out then bingo! Instant date. If not then you can quickly pretend it never happened when the large guy across from you starts smiling and fluttering his eyelashes at you*.

What was bizarre about this was the article also referenced ‘dogging’, another English trend I’ve never heard about where people meet in out of the way places to watch other people have sex. Amazing what the internet and mobile technology is allowing to happen. It’s also interesting how all these Wired articles are coming from England! Guess that’s the same way Jimi Hendrix made it big… Anyway, I was then reading another article on how the Craigslist personals in New York often mention iPods – a yardstick for current popular trends. In the article it mentioned that Craigslist London doesn’t seem to have the same iPod hit rate, so I went to check it out – also because I wanted to see what accomodation was listed. Turns out craigslist.co.uk is not Craigslist… it’s actually a site for arranging dogging meetings! How strange is that?

This Internet name-jacking is something that you see in meat-space regularly in Thailand. Aside from the obvious brand clones (which are often better quality than the originals – witness my 210 baht/three quid Birkenstock fake sandles that lasted two months of solid use and were still going when I bought some new ones) you also get extremely blatent ‘re-use’ of hostel names. On Ko Lanta I stayed at Lanta Long Beach resort which is pretty much the only guest house recommended on this beach by Rough Guide. But although I had a lovely stay in a great bambo hut it is in fact not the guesthouse in the guide. That guest house is in fact next door.. the Lanta Long Beach. A big sign between the two explains the difference, as the new one has just opened in the last year. In Europe this would be a huge law suit, but in Thailand… well, the law is slightly more lax on this point and will tend to fall against the farangs (foreigners) if they complain – and the original Lanta Long Beach (which is a much more hippy affair than the sanitised one I stayed at) is owned by French Canadians. Zut alors et tout ca.

* Unless of course it’s Johnny Depp in which case you’ve got some serious thinking to do…

Turn of the century – kurt andersen. A weighty novel that I decided to carry around with me as the last book I read in Thailand! Not the most sensible of decisions but there we go. The story is centered around a new media married couple – one in software development, the other in TV shows – both big industries at the end of the 20th century in New York where the story is set. We follow their lives and internal observations on minutiae in a manner not unlike American Psycho but with much less blood. In fact, apart from some interesting machinations around a Microsoft takeover and a new TV show nothing much seems to happen – although everything has importance. Ultimately there is a story in there, but it’s lost to the acute observations of 20th century life – without which the novel would be a slim novella and a lot easier to carry. Not a must read, but readable nonetheless.

No news is good news

It’s been an exciting few days… my nephew has completely recovered and is now even cuter. It’s amazing how much fun you can have watching a small relative putting a towel over his head and then pulling it off when his mother goes “where’s Nathanael?” – big smiles all round. It’s certainly infinitely more fun than the so called ‘entertainment’ program shown on Saturday night on ITV where pathetic, puerile tricks are played on unsuspecting members of the public to the backing track of extremely over the top laughter. Nice to see that quality British TV hasn’t slumped to new lows while I’ve been away… plus there’s always Neighbours to watch isn’t there?

And now, here is the news… Yep, my idea for a ‘contextual’ news service suddenly popped into my inbox today from Idea a Day. Can’t remember how long ago it was since I posted that but ’twas certainly a surprise to see it again. Now just hope someone goes off and builds it – or tells me where I can find it already. This added to my already high geek quotient today as I’d just gotten my email retrieval working on my mobile.