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A Danish cartoonist recently asked in her blog why so few Americans travel outside their states, let alone outside their country. It's a reasonable question. This is my answer.

I've traveled fairly extensively within the US, but visited only a few countries — Japan, England, Scotland, Ireland, France, St. Lucia, and Canada. Part of the problem is the expense. It costs at least $500 to fly overseas, and that's if you find a really good deal.

It also takes a long time to get there. From where I live near San Francisco, it's eleven hours in the air to get to the UK or Japan, and with the requirement you be at the airport two hours before an international departure, you have to tack on at least three hours of additional travel time from doorstep to doorstep. So you've lost a full day to travel. Then you're several time zones off from home, so you lose another day or two to jet-jag.

You don't want to travel all that way only to turn around and come right back. so you want to stay at least a week, and preferably longer, but Americans are lucky if they get two weeks of paid vacation a year, and many of us don't get paid vacation at all. What vacation time we do get, we often need to use to see family and friends here in the States.

Add to that the fact that the United States is geographically huge. Most Europeans I've met are completely unprepared for the scale of the US on their first visit here. I live in California and my family live in Tennessee. To visit them, I have to take two flights, traveling for eight to nine hours, and costing an average of $400. To drive or take a train would take four to five days. Again, after such a large investiture of time, I want to spend as much time at my destination as possible, and even if my travels have been confined to the lower 48 states (excluding Alaska and Hawaii) I could still be up to three hours off of my original time zone and dealing with jet lag.

Back to the scale issue. I can drive six hours north or nine hours south before I reach another state (well, if I go south I reach Mexico, but you get my point: California is big.) If I drive east, taking the shortest and most direct route across California at its narrowest point, it will take me four hours before I reach the next state, Nevada, and another six and a half hours before I get to the next state, Utah. The east coast states are a good deal smaller than the states in the west, so people in the east tend to travel interstate a little more easily and often than midwest and westerners, but for the most part once you leave the east coast it takes a long time to get from one state to another.

Time which we don't have, because we get such paltry vacations, if we get them at all. And money which we may not have because those aren't paid vacations.

I would be loathe to ascribe Americans' lack of interstate and international travel to incuriosity. It has a lot more to do with those twin bugaboos: time and money.

(here's a good infographic showing US passport ownership statistics broken down by state )
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I'm home! It was arduous, and next time I fly internationally I'd like to be wealthy enough to fly first class. Now on to the post, in which there will be Welcome Rests, Forgotten Sandwiches, Gay Scotland Yard Detectives, Unattended Luggage, Angry Seatmates, Dubious Immigration Inspectors, Imaginary Friends, Smuggled Biological Imports, and Other Sundries of International Travel )
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Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?
I've been to London to visit the Queen.
Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under her chair.


Big Ben
Big Ben


We went to London on Sunday, and it was brilliant. We had a great time. By "we" I mean of course DK and myself. We took a crack-of-dawn, six-hour coach journey down from Huddersfield, on tailbone torture seats, but we slept much of the way. Once in London we studied our map, found our hotel, then met up with my cousin Josh and his wife Sheneem and their 22-month old daughter Zara. It was my first time seeing them since I was at their wedding in Glasgow in 2003. Sheneem is as lovely as I remember her, Josh as fun, and Zara is completely adorable. We had a pub lunch at a place on the Thames, then walked up the river to the Houses of Parliament, and rode on the London Eye. It's an insanely giant ferris wheel built for the Millennium celebrations, and you can see 25 miles from the top on a clear day. It was just dusk when we got on, so we got to see the sun set and the city lights come on. As tourist attractions go, I'd give it a solid 10/10.

London Eye
London Eye


The next day DK and I slept in, then took a double-decker bus across town to meet Josh in the financial district where he works, for a latish lunch. It took forever figuring out how to get the bus (we wanted a number 11, so waited at a stop marked 11, except it wasn't actually a stop for the #11 bus, but "stop number I1, or something stupid like that. Sans-serif signage for the lose.) We got to sit in the top front seat, and see lots of sights as we rode, including the horse guard at the Royal Mews, Trafalgar Square, and St. Paul's Cathedral.

Nezu and DK
Nezu and DK


Owing to the bus confusion, we were too late to share lunch with Josh, who had to got back to work, but he walked us through Leadenhall Market and showed us where to get cheap (and very good) moules frites (steamed mussels and french fries). Then we went to the Tower of London, but found it was too late to take the tour, so caught a ferry boat back down the Thames. We saw the big draw bridge, passed under London Bridge (which was not falling down,) saw the Globe Theatre (Shakespeare's theatre) and several other awesome sights, arriving at Big Ben in time to hear it chime five. We also saw 10 Downing Street, though no sign of the Prime Minister, chatted to Mark the policeman on guard there, laughed at an unsecured gate at the Ministry of Defense, and bought gloves and a hat from a street vendor, because it was insanely cold!

Dragons at Leadenhall Market
Dragons at Leadenhall Market


That evening we went to see Wicked! I'd seen the preview production in San Francisco back in 2003, and it was interesting to see how the show had evolved. It's a much tighter, better production than I remembered. We'd gotten cheap tickets on a discount ticket site, so were in the nosebleed section because of that. It was still pretty awesome. After the theatre we found a really atmospheric little pan-Asian restaurant and had a fantastic dinner.

Tower Bridge
Tower Bridge


Next day we met up with my cousins again for breakfast at an authentic 1950's-era diner (think the "spam, spam, spam, eggs and spam skit from Monty Python), a quick spin through part of the Tate museum of art, and then a return to the Tower of London to go on the tour. Wow. So much history. We saw the crown jewels, Henry VIII's armour (and a lot of other armour), the graves of Henry's beheaded queens (and a lot of other headless offenders of the king), the house where Lady Jane Gray was imprisoned before her execution, the tower where Richard III lived above the dungeon into which he cast the young princes Edward V and his brother the Duke of York.

Tower of London
Tower of London


Man, am I glad I read all those Shakespeare history plays now.

We made our way back across town via London Underground to Victoria Station, where we had tea (scones! clotted cream! marmalade!) with Josh before we had to catch our coach home, on which we plotted Fallen Leaves ideas for the entire journey.

DK and Nezu
DK and Nezu, with Houses of Parliament in background


Alas, once back DK had to go to work... Or so we thought. Off ze went to work Wednesday morning, only to find someone had stolen the license plates from hir car, making it illegal to drive. Ze reported the theft to the police, then walked home (ze has to park about a mile from the flat) and we went about sorting out getting replacement plates (done at an auto parts store, surprisingly!) and then had a late lunch and goofed around watching anime I'd brought to share. We have watched all of Cowboy Bebob and are most of the way through Samurai Champloo.

Red Doors, Huddersfield
Red Doors in Huddersfield


DK's had to work, and I've come down with a fresh cold on top of my aging bronchitis, so we haven't done a lot since we got back. I went out walking around in Huddersfield yesterday while DK worked, but today it's raining, so I've stayed in, tidied a bit, and spammed this massive update, which is insanely long. Also I've uploaded photos, of which a few samples here, but you can see more if you click on one.

Huddersfield Open Air Market
Huddersfield Open Air Market
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I might be the world's most sad tourist. When I went to Japan a few years ago, I was sick for most of the trip and did a lot of just hanging around in bed with media and friends. Here I am in the UK, and I had all these plans to do walking tours of Huddersfield while DK was at work, and instead I've been sick, hanging around in bed reading and farting around on the internet.

The hanging around with DK while he's not at work has been brilliant, and to be honest that's the real reason I came to England in the first place: to see the people I love here, not to see the place. But I do want to see the place. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Today was the first day I felt really wiped out by this illness, which I suspect has something to do with me not resting enough, so all I've done today is rest. And cough. I've about run DK out of "Chesty Cough" medicine and will have to go searching for more.

Apropos of nothing, why do English salt and vinegar potato crisps taste so much better than American salt and vinegar potato chips? Also, mini Scotch Egg Bites are NOT the same as Scotch Eggs. Next time I'll get the big ones.

DK and I do have a plan to put an end to the Tourism fail, though. On Sunday, at OMFG Early o-clock, we are boarding a motor coach (i.e. bus) to London! It's a six hour ride, and we're hoping my laptop battery will last that long. We'll stay in a B&B for two nights, which my cousin Josh has said he'll send me recommendations for, and visit my cousin and his family, and see London. London! And go to the theatre in the West End! We haven't decided what to see yet, but there are several tempting possibilities.

And then the following weekend we're going to see our friend Sna in Edinburgh, which will also be brilliant.

The tattoo has pretty much stopped hurting unless I bump or scratch it, which I'm trying not to do. It feels a bit like a healing sunburn, and it's only very faintly pink and warm. Also it's awesome. Also, catching sight of it having forgotten I have it is momentarily alarming, because the brain registers the red ink as blood.

I did manage three minor accomplishments today: I took the damp laundry out of the washer and hung it to dry, I did the dishes, and I answered my dad's math puzzle. My dad, if I haven't mentioned before, likes to quiz his children. Today he sent this:
Here is a question my secretary sent to me. Top honors goes the first correct respondent.

HOW DOES THIS WORK??
This coming year, 2011, we will experience 4 unusual dates.... 1/1/11, 1/11/11, 11/1/11, 11/11/11 ......... NOW go figure this out.... take the last 2 digits of the year you were born plus the age you will be in 2011 and it WILL EQUAL .... 111.

("Top Honors" consists of my sending you first the answer I gave to my secretary after spending 5-10 minutes on it.)
My answer was:
it seems to me that adding the last two digits of your birth year to your age achieved in that year will always result in the last two digits of the current year, since the age you are turning is the difference between your birth year and the present year.

For years prior to 2000, you get simply the last two digits of the current year. Cross the 2000 threshold, and if you were born before 2000, you get 100+last two digits of the current year. If you were born in 2000 or beyond, you get simply the last two digits of the current year. Calculating the difference across any century barrier would do the same, so a man born in 1867, turning 44 in 1911 and doing the same calculation would also get 111, since there is a divergence of 100 between the two century markers.

If you used all four digits of the birth year, then adding your age in the current year would simply result in the current year:

birth year=B
age turning in current year=A
current year=C

B+A=C

If using only the last two digits of the birth year:

birth year=B
birth year last 2 digits=b
age turning in current year=A
current year=C
current year last two digits=c

b+A=c+(C-B)

Math geeks amongst my readers may commence applauding or mocking me as they see fit.
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ANBU Tattoo
It took about an hour.

ANBU Tattoo
It didn't really hurt that much.

ANBU Tattoo
It's hard to photograph by yourself.

I have glee.
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Bronchitis while on vacation is lame. Fortunately my friend DK has been completely understanding and kind about it, and given me some cough syrup called "Chesty Cough" which makes my inner ten-year-old boy snigger. I think it should be a drag name. I've actually been sick pretty much since I got here, and yes, I'm on antibiotics already. Good thing I brought my nebulizer along, and a million thanks to our friend MBD who left behind a power converter for American appliances after her visit here last year.

Despite me being ill we've been having a great time. We've been plotting, writing, and posting for Fallen Leaves. Also we got a brilliant review from a new reader, who spent two weeks reading the entirety of the Fallen Leaves canon. We both intend to respond to our review comments, soon, as there have been several other recent and utterly fabulous reviews.

We've been to get me a traditional English pub lunch, which included beef and ale pie and mushy peas, followed by a jam roll. I've always been highly suspicious of mushy peas, but it turns out they are quite good. We had a very traditional Sunday lunch with DK's former flatmate Soph and her family that her mum (must use the English word) prepared, which included roast chicken and real Yorkshire pudding, eaten in Yorkshire, cooked by a Yorkshirewoman. She also photocopied me out a recipe for them so I could make them at home, which... Well, you all know how often I cook, but perhaps I will give them a try.

Last night we went up with DK's brother's girlfriend to the brother Ash's place, and after a stretching and flexibility class taught by Ash's Tae Kwon Do sensei, in which DK and I discovered that neither of us is particularly flexible nor stretchy but had a great time anyway, we hung out at Ash's place and played Guitar Hero (which I'd never done before) and went out for MacDonalds. Which feels a bit like taking coals to Newcastle, to take your American visitor to MacDonalds, but it was open and we were hungry.

All in all it was brilliant, as our conversation swung from Shakespeare ("Do you bite your straw at me, sir?" "No, sir, but I do bite my straw, sir.") to sex toys, to British comedians, to the workings of the House of Lords, to Lord of the Rings jokes, to drinking games that can be played while watching LotR movies, and other places as well.

We've also watched Armageddon, a British dance competition show, and some Cowboy Bebop, walked around in Huddersfield on the lone slightly sunny day, bought and read books, and generally had a lovely time. Today DK is at work, and I stayed home with the intention of doing some writing, but the bronchitis got the better of me, and after DK left, I washed the dishes, folded up some laundry, and then went back to bed with a book and slept another three hours.

At the moment it is freezing in here, but I forgot to get DK to show me how to turn on the heat. Thank goodness for the awesomely hipster heavy dark grey zip cardigan I bought last week for this trip. I think I need some proper fingerless gloves. DK should be back in another twenty minutes or so, and I think I can stave off hypothermia until then.

Next up is synchronizing with our friend Sna about when to go to Scotland, getting ahold of my cousins and finding out when they want me in London, seeing if I can get in touch with some friends in Cambridge, and more writing. Yay more writing!

Here are some pictures of Huddersfield, taken with my iPhone because I forgot to bring my camera on that walk.

Huddersfield, Castle Hill

Huddersfield Canal with willow

Huddersfield Canal in shadow
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I'm in San Diego for a couple of days. I flew down last night to catch the Muse concert with Momo (note how well we do that whole former-lovers-can-remain-good-friends thing). It's really unusual for me to see the same band twice in the span of six months, especially to fly 450-some-odd miles to see a band play, (though I did it for Brad Paisley a year ago, when I saw him at the Stagecoach Festival in Coachella, and then again when he played Mountain View, but in that case I traveled to the festival where he was one of many performers, then saw him when he played near home). Anyway, it's weird and decadent, but Muse is one of my muses. I do a lot of writing to Muse's music (that really sounds redundant), and when I saw them live in Oakland in April, it was enough to convince me to do it again, even if I had to travel to the tip of California.

We had slightly better seats this time, technically: all the way at the back of the nosebleed in a big arena, but almost center stage. In April our seats were also in the nosebleed, not quite so high, and way off to the side. Turns out there's a problem with being center stage, though. Muse's light show consists of an unending parade of bright white and colored lights and lasers aimed out from center stage into the audience. About halfway through the concert I remembered that at the April show I'd felt sorry for the people sitting in center-stage at the back, because it looked like they'd have lights in their eyes. Yeah, I was right about that.

It's probably thematic for Muse, since a lot of their music has to do with resistance to external control, facing down "The Man", forging self-destiny, etc. The whole "lights in your eyes" thing sort of has that oppressive authority figure feel to it, which the music counters. But mostly it was annoying. I ended up listening to the music with my eyes closed for about half the songs, because the strobes and lasers were giving me a headache.

When I wasn't being blinded, though, I had a great view of the stage. Matthew Bellamy (lead singer) was wearing a shiny Mylar suit. Yes. Really. The guy is widely known to be a big conspiracy theorist who believes in aliens and secret government coverups, and here he was, wearing the rock-star equivalent of a tinfoil hat. He can sing like a mofo, though. That guy has some serious opera going on, and in fact in the middle of their song I Belong to You, he sings part of a Saint-Saëns aria from Samson and Delilah, that was the second aria I ever learned. As I was packing to move house, I found the sheet music.


Here's Muse's version. The French bit that starts at about 2:15 is the Saint-Saëns aria. (And before you ask, I liked Muse long before the Twilight: New Moon movie — which I have never seen — used their music.)

It was, in any event, an awesome concert, despite the blinding light show, and totally worth the effort and cost of travel.

Today I went to the Wild Animal Park with the man for whom I was named (Momo had classes today) which was really great. He was my dad's best friend in college, and is an astronomer and retired professor at UCSD, and we had a really nice visit. Tomorrow and Saturday Momo's playing hooky with me, so we'll see what else San Diego has to offer.
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I have a confession to make: I have a thing for airplanes. One of my favorite bits of online reading is Salon.com's column "Ask the Pilot" by Patrick Smith. In a recent column he mentioned he didn't think he was much read. In response, I sent him a letter. Strange, I know. I almost never do things like this, but I thought maybe instead of silently, anonymously appreciating his writing, I would tell him. In the writing of the letter, I ended up with a little autobiographical essay about my childhood romance with flying.

Dear Patrick Smith )

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