Category Archives: Talk Amongst Yourselves

London Journal – Day 12 – Quiet Time

I have decided that I have earned some quiet time. I have spent so much time out and about, and my feet have had a workout. I am going to stay in most of the day.

I did pop out for breakfast over the Daily Telegraph this AM over at La Fromagerie. Nice latté and croissant, followed by an assortment of cheeses selected for breakfast. It was pricey, but well worth it.

It has gotten up to 12° today, which is about as warm as it will get. I will probably go out onto the patio to do some writing.

Ta!

London Journal – Day 11 – Get Grapes Or Get Fame

One thing I have been regular about is listening to a late night radio show on Radio London (94.9 FM) with Tessa Dunlop. This is because that is what’s on while I type these blog entries. Anyhow, tonight I was doing just that and they talked with the director of an organisation which goes into prisons and recruits inmates to perform in theatre works. They do everything from acting to sound and lights.

The company, Only Connect UK, are about to produce their first show outside of the walls of a prison, The Grapes Of Wrath next week, in Kings Cross. Well, along for the interview with Ellen were Anthea McKenna and Josef Wilkinson, recent “guests of Her Majesty at HMP Wormwood Scrubs and HMP Holloway.” Tickets are for sale on their website, for shows next week. Right, I think, I’ll sign up.

Oops, doesn’t work. Website problems. I decide to write a quick note to the radio show to let them know. I include a comment on the death penalty, which is one of their topics du jour, following a couple of scandalous murder cases in recent weeks. Five minutes later they are reading my note on the air. That’s responsiveness for you!

Here is the note I sent:

Tessa, I love your show and am eager to buy tickets for Grapes, but the website is not working. Please let the good folk at Only Connect know that we are trying to support them, but their vendor are stopping us.

Cheers, and keep it up!
-nic

PS – As an American I can tell you that capital punishment is not all its cracked up to be. All people on death row have had their sentences delayed while we try to figure out how to humanely kill people. Something tells me this is a losing proposition. Lock people up and throw away the key, fine with me, but do not kill, not in my name!

That’s what I say and I’m sticking to it.

Ta!

Update: After my letter was read they launched into a discussion the crux of which was that my “Throw away the key” argument was fatuous since it cost so much, £40,000 per year, per inmate, to lock someone up. Well, that is a tired old lament, and no argument at all for execution. So, I wrote back:

To: tessa.dunlop@bbc.co.uk
Subject: More death penalty prattle

Thanks, Tessa, for reading my letter. I must object, however, with your
response; that lock them up sounds fine until you have to pay for it.
Again, look to the experience of the US. Many jurisdictions have
stopped the death penalty for economic reasons, as the costs of the
mandatory appeals run to the millions of dollars per case. Even if it
cost £40,000/year to house these miscreants, that is still cheaper than
£1m to pay for the appeals and then maybe still keep them alive.

Well, interestingly enough that caught her attention. “He’s got a point. There really is no easy answer to this conundrum is there…”

London Journal – Day 6 – Influency

fluency triangle

The whole point of this kind of travel — long stays, apartment living, eating in — is the development of fluency, cultural, language, etc. I know that I have abominable fluency right now. I find myself switching my fork from left hand to right, for example, or pronouncing a word with American vowel sounding or emphasis. Much of this is to be expected, but some of it is getting annoying.

True fluency means making the proper adjustment without thinking about it. An example here is currency. I have made a nearly effortless transition to the bills and coins of the realm, but I still cannot stop myself from thinking about how much it is in dollars. The 2:1 ratio is just too tempting to perform, and too daunting once performed. When last I was here the exchange rate was some strange figure like 1.45:1, so it was easier to just give up. I know, in my rational mind, that I should just ignore the exchange rate, for the most part, since things just cost more here which tends in most cases to offset the exchange rate. That’s why you don’t hear of people flying here from New York to do their shopping, but you do hear of Brits flying to New York to do theirs. They are getting a double benefit of cheaper prices and a favourable exchange rate.

See what I did there, that spelling of “favourable?” That is not just affectation (tho it is partly) it is part of trying to gain the fluency, to get into the mindset of how things are spelt, or pronounced, etc.

But, back to my point on currency. I will know I have gained some fluency when I stop the seemingly automatic translation into dollars of every sum I pay. I know that things are dearer here, and that is that. Belabouring the point doesn’t help me or my wallet. I still must eat, pay admissions, transit fees, etc. The offsetting side of the equation is that if you live here you will tend, in the most, to get paid respectively higher than you would in the US. Also, expectations of lifestyle are different.

I was alarmed today to read a number in discussions on private debt. Much has been made in the US press of the rapidly rising personal debt load. A year ago in the US it was about $5,800/person, a few months ago it had risen to $9,900. That is alarming. Now, consider this: In the UK the average personal debt is over £29,000/person! Imagine, in a country where the exchange rate is what it is, yes with higher incomes but also with higher taxes, prices, and everything else. That is a frightening number.

Here is another element of fluency. I am a seasoned pedestrian, and I am well versed in the different cadences and meters of pedestrian life, whether I am in Milwaukee, Madison, New York or Chicago. I know when to step off a curb and when to stay put. Key is that I know to always try to make eye contact with the driver, otherwise you cannot tell if they see you. When I was here last I commented that it took me three days before I realized that I was making eye contact with the passengers not the drivers. I felt the fool. That is a lesson I have learned.

This whole left/right thing is still a struggle. You simply do not realize just how deeply engrained the whole stay-right thing is until you are in a place where everyone else is taught to stay left. It is not just driving, such a social norm translates to walking, stairs, escalators, etc. You are so used to looking to your left when you step off a curb, and you simply must adapt to look right over here or a taxi will teach you swiftly.

I could go on and on. Don’t worry, I’ve just about spent my will on this one.

Let’s just leave it that my goal is to require a two day adjustment period when I return, to not get killed by a bus.

No photos today. I’ll write a diary entry later.

Ta!

A Pawn Abroad

Pawn Broker’s sign

Today Pawn leaves for a month in England, the fatherland.  I will be posting here news of my exploits, photos, etc.

Since immigrating to the US as an infant I have only returned once to Great Britain, but loved London.  So, this is a sort of trial run to see if I could really imagine myself repatriating over there.

Wish me luck…

Meanwhile, here are some miscellaneous references to “Pawn Abroad” on Google:

 Zhou Enlai reportedly said, “No, we have to have at least one pawn abroad.”

he would have escaped the humiliating necessity of leaving the earl of Derby in pawn abroad

enter into transactions with Rothschilds and Baring for a loan of two millions sterling on the London market, to pawn abroad

Russians abroad: pawns or knights?

“fe the pawn them abroad, and is there robb’d of them,

Nathan Goodman, a hat manufacturer of this city, has returned from a visit abroad, after having starved nearly to death and been forced to pawn his diamond

Impulse

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She sung me Hungarian lullabies with such earnest determination that it almost startled me, but the low, soft murmer of her voice and the trancendent beauty of the music took their soporific toll and I was soon lost in a most rigid torpor.

Vaporum Animae

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Whilst lazing about in bed this morning, drifting in that half-sleep, I was listening to the introduction to a radio interview with Geraldine Brooks.  I conflated her introduction with an earlier story about cancer survivors, and imagined that Mrs. Brooks was herself battling cancer.  I was sitting in a barn with her, up on Marth’a Vineyard, and as she spoke I watched the whisps of vaporum animae or was it vitalis vaporum slipping from her lips.  I did not want to see her go, nor did I want to see that esssence be lost.  I pulled her towards me and held her tight to me as that mist drifted into my own nostrils.