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We're now in Australia.

We left Bloomington, Indiana at 11.30 am local time, drove to Indianapolis, flew to Chicago (waited there a few hours), flew to San Francisco, changed planes and then flew to Sydney. My parents picked us up at the airport then drove us out to Penrith. About 30 hours door-to-door.

After dumping our bags and taking a much needed shower we all headed off to my father's family Xmas party at Bobbin Head (another hour in the car!). It was a BBQ picnic, it was a good spread. Got to see lots of family that we haven't seen in a long time. Everyone seemed pleased to got to meet Cindy and I had to explain some connections that she's surely forgotten.

Then today we did some shopping in Penrith. A lot of little things have changed but nothing major. The main thing I noticed is that I now hear accents on everyone (not just the bogans). I feel like the kid from The Sixth Sense, hearing something no one else hears.

And I'm surprised at just how much of a reflex it has become to drive on the right hand side of the road.

Apart from that, it's been pretty easy to settle back in.

It was snowing as I walked to campus today

Just a little, but it was definitely snow.

Follow the Sun

Those storms on the east coast of North America are not dumping snow here in the Mid-West, but it's almost cold enough. This morning it was -2 ˙C but the wind-chill made it -11! And it's only just starting.

I'll be glad for a few weeks of summer!

13 more sleeps

until we leave for Oz.

Another Thanksgiving

Last Thursday was Thanksgiving here. All our American friends left town so we invited a Canadian friend around to share a Turkey dinner with us. She brought pumpkin pie. It was good.

We went to check out the sales on Friday. Apparently you have to get there at 5am to get the really good bargains. We didn't. We bought some bits and pieces that were cheap, but nothing too interesting.

Not much else to report except that I now realise that I forgot to listen to "Alice's Restaurant". Next year.

Tour Dates

We've just bought our plane tickets for the trip home this December. We'll be leaving on the afternoon of Friday 14th but, because the trip takes so long and because we cross the date line, we don't arrive until the morning of Sunday 16th.

That means I won't be able to make it to Cam's BBBQ. No biggie, I don't like gaspacho anyway.

It'll be a busy time of year and I'll only be in Sydney until Boxing Day so, if you want to see me, you'd better make an appointment, otherwise you'll have to take a number and join the queue. So that you don't request an appointment on a day I already have plans, I've posted a rough schedule.

Nick and Cindy will be appearing at the following venues on the dates listed below:

Sunday 16th December - 7.50am arrive Sydney Airport; lunchtime, Xmas party with my father's family.

Monday 17th - shopping for Australian food; visit grandparents; ad hoc shit with Joel

Tuesday 18th - Muru Mittigar?

Wednesday 19th - morning, Penriff markets; afternoon, Featherdale with Lisa and Jezebel

Thursday 20th - morning, city; afternoon, UNSW

Friday 21st - BBQ at Steffan's; Katoomba

Saturday 22nd - day, touristy stuff in town; evening, Opera House

Sunday 23rd - ad hoc shit with Cameron

Monday 24th - my grandmother's birthday

Xmas - lunch at my parents'

Boxing Day - to Wooli

6th January - back to Sydney

Monday 7th - depart Sydney airport 4.15pm; 10.57pm arrive Indianapolis (no, the flight is not that short, we cross the date line)

(I hope posting this information on the internet doesn't make me too easy to assassinate.)

Mazal Tov

So Saturday morning Cindy and I got up early to drive to Pittsburgh with some friends who were also invited to a wedding there.

We checked into our hotels Saturday afternoon and then went for a dinner cruise on the rivers of Pittsburgh. The Allegheny and Monongahela rivers join to form the Ohio river at Pittsburgh, so they count that as three rivers. (The bride grew up there and seems proud of their having three rivers.) It was nice to get a look at the city that we wouldn't have otherwise, on such a whirlwind tour.

I had never been to a Jewish wedding before so I can add this to my list of American experiences. (I had seen my friend Matt break a glass under his foot in order to spite his Christian father-in-law but that doesn't really count.)

As a groomsman, I had to get there a couple of hours early to practise. All that seemed very normal; groom waiting at the altar (ok, not an altar but a tent; but Christian churches don't have real altars either, so why do we say it like that?), groomsmen escorting bridesmaids in, bride brought in by her father (and mother!). But once the ceremony started the differences became bigger. The first thing they did was sign the marriage contract, which the groom assented to despite the fact that it was written in Aramaic. The rabbi read a little of that out (not too much phlegm at that stage, he only read a few sentences.)

Then he gave a sermon/roast of the bride (everyone was laughing) before saying, I think it was seven, blessings in Hebrew. (That's when it started to get a bit phlegmatic.) And the bride and her mother and (I think) the groom's mother, all held hands and did seven laps around the groom. That can take quite a while in a wedding dress!

The bride and groom had to drink from both the glass of joy and the cup of sorrow (more Hebrew blessings on the wine). I don't know why they didn't just skip the cup of sorrow, that might have saved them some worries later. Then a glass was broken underfoot and there was much yelling of "Mazal tov!"

And after the meal they all started dancing the hora. The bride and groom were hoisted up on chairs and danced about; then the bride's parents; and then the groom's gentile parents, who probably weren't expecting that.

Food and drinks were good and I got a souvenir kippah, inscribed inside with the date of the wedding. Oh, and instead of bonbonnieri our gifts were classic novels; I already had a copy of Ivanhoe, so I swapped it with Cindy for Walden.


I should also mention how hard it is to wear a kippah. I've realised that I tilt my head back when I laugh, because every time I laughed that day, even the slightest chuckle, my kippah fell off. Still, I couldn't bring myself to use the bobby-pins provided.

After the reception we hit the road straight away and got home to Bloomington just before midnight.

Dylan Plays Bloomington

We just got home from seeing Bob Dylan in concert for the second time in just a couple of months. This time, instead of having to drive up to Indy, he came to us for IU's Homecoming Concert.

He played a similar set but with more newer songs than last time. Again, it's interesting hearing his older stuff played in his new style. "It Ain't Me, Babe" fares very well (I think he played that both times), "My Back Pages" does ok, but there's something strange about hearing "Blowin' in the Wind" sung to a halting bluesy beat.

Opening for him was Elvis Costello, whose music I don't really know. Still, I was impressed. He played very enthusiastically and engaged the audience quite a lot with the sort of political comments that go down well in a college town. (Bloomington is a pool of Blue in an ocean of Red.)

Tomorrow morning Cindy and I leave for Pittsburgh for a wedding. It's going to be a big weekend.

I'm jinxed

If I haven't posted anything in a long time, if you haven't seen me on your favourite chat network in a while, it's because I'm bad luck with computers.

I've already mentioned that few weeks ago, just before we left for that conference at Toronto, my computer suffered massive hard disk failure. When the new semester started Cindy bought a new MacBook with the money her dept had given her for academic expenses. I quite enjoyed getting that set up for her and was using it a bit myself. Then last week her brand spanking new computer also died!

Which is why I haven't been online much. I check my email regularly with her PC but I'm not very comfortable with these French keyboards so I'm rarely in the mood for new blog posts.

Life in a University Town

Apparently the first weekend of the semester is party weekend. Cindy and I went to a party on Friday night, held by a couple of the older grad students in my department. It was just a few blocks away but as we walked there we must have passed a dozen other house parties. Now, most of the parties are late night events, starting after 9pm. But Bloomington, despite being a college town, has a "quiet nights" policy that is sometimes policed. So, soon after midnight, when the party was just getting started, a couple of cops came by to chase up on a noise complaint. We were all a bit surprised, being grad students we just assumed that the police would be more busy chasing under-age drinking at the undergrad parties. (Don't forget, this is America, you can't drink until 21 so most undergrads are under-age.) They fined each of the house's residents $50, which is not that high but seems strange that the fine is per occupant. The strange thing was that they then threatened to arrest them if the noise continued! Cindy enjoyed that part of the night, we thought the music was a little too loud anyway, and she'd never been to a party where the cops had come. So she was able to chalk that one up on her list of American experiences!

But I did notice that, after 2 years living in Bloomington, I'm starting to know a lot more people at these parties. I had to chase one guy down there in order to pass on a "hi" that I'd been charged with at the Toronto conference. That's the nice side of living in a college town, you often see people you know; whether it be classmates or professors, at a big party or just at the supermarket.

Back in Bloomington, Back to Work

So we made it back to Bloomington at a reasonable hour on Saturday night. We left London, Ontario Saturday morning and drove along the Ontario Peninsula across into Michigan at Sarnia/Port Huron and then south to Indiana. Before leaving Canada I made sure to stop at a supermarket to buy some HP sauce and look for Cadbury Chocolate, which can't be found in the USA. I only found little chocolate bars but I got 1L of sauce for only about C$5.50, much cheaper than buying it from the British section here. Best of all, I noticed a little green tin in the chocolate milk section. Yes, it was Milo! I haven't tried it yet, so I'm not sure whether it's the real thing but it appears not to be that Singaporean stuff that tastes like Ovaltine.

I've been slow in posting because my computer is still dead. Today Cindy bought a new Macbook, something she'd been planning to do for months. So I'll be sharing this one for a while.

Niagara Falls

On our way to Toroto we had two choices of route, through Michigan or through Ohio and New York. We decided to do both and make it a round trip. So first we drove east through Ohio, stopping for lunch at Springfield. That night we stayed at Erie, Pennsylvania, on Lake Erie.

The next morning it was raining buckets but we made it through New York state and across the border into Canada in just a couple of hours. Once across we made a short detour to Niagara Falls. Once we found a park and started walking around, the weather cleared up dramatically and the light became much better for photos.

Conference

A little while ago I submitted an abstract of a paper for a conference. It was accepted, so I'll be speaking at this conference in Toronto. One of my prefoessor's has been advising me and a couple of weeks ago arranged for me to give a practice talk to a few dept members who were still around in the dead of summer. There were some helpful suggestions that I'm just finishing incorporating now.

The conference is on Friday but I've decided to drive up to Toronto, which means leaving tomorrow. Cindy's coming too, so we can share the driving. Still, it's 2 000 km round trip, which with will drive in 4 days. We'll be hiring a car, because Fenry has no air-conditioning (and might not make such a long trip).

Everything was all planned out. But then, this afternoon my computer died. Not a little hard-disk failure like last time but a complete and utter disaster. Luckily I learnt from last time and I've been backing up my documents far more regularly, on both my external hard drive and my iPod. I am now bringing my files up to date so I can print everything out and give my presentation off hard copies.

Something to Contemplate

A comment by Baden on Cameron's blog recently has reminded me of something I've been meaning to write down before I forget. Baden mentioned that he liked asking people how they described animal noises in different languages. This reminded me of my mother's ongoing quest to learn how to say "belly-button" in as many languages as possible. I must admit that I've been known to help out at times.

So far we have:

English: navel
French: nombril (or, more formally, ombilic)
German: Bauchnabel
Greek: ὀμϕαλός (omphalos)
Hindi: sundi
Indonesian: pusar
Italian: ombelico
Javanese: udel
Latin: umbilicus
Malayalam: pokkil

I guess a straightforward word like that would be easy to look up in dictionaries, unlike Baden's onomatopoeia, but that would be cheating.

Unpacking

The unpacking isn't too much of a chore, because of the air-conditioning. But moving the last of my stuff out of the old place hard and cleaning it will be worse. Just a few minutes in the humidity is enough for me to be soaked in sweat.

I think I underestimated the bits and pieces I'd left there yesterday. I brought a full car load by myself today and I think there'll be another half a load for me to get tomorrow when I go to clean the place.

Living in Sin

Cindy and I moved into the new apartment today.

We had spent the evening packing stuff into boxes and plastic shopping bags. Then this morning we got up early (well, 8 is early for us) to collect the keys and start moving stuff to the new place. We did two car loads of small things ourselves in the morning. Then Cindy went and borrowed a van from her department, and a few friends turned up to help us with the big things. My desk was the biggest and heaviest so we did that first. Everything was much easier after that.

Americans don't move fridges. They belong to the house or apartment so there's always one there when you arrive. You don't get as much choice but there's certainly a lot less work this way. Because Bloomington is a college town, everyone is moving right now - you see a U-Haul truck every couple of blocks. In fact, people are leaving in so much of a hurry that they often don't have time to try to sell off their old furniture and you can find perfectly good stuff just sitting out on the street. A few weeks ago I got an old sturdy book-case and today we were lucky enough to find a very clean-looking sofa in front of my building, right when we have the van to move it. So now there's a bit more furniture to help fill this much bigger apartment.

We stopped at around 2 pm after we got all the big things and the heavy things like books. That's almost everything now; I have just a few bits and pieces to collect when I go back to clean up.

The new apartment is not just bigger than the old one, it's much nicer. There's a lot more windows, tons more cupboard space in the kitchen. The best part is that there is a dishwasher and central heating and cooling (that the landlord pays for)!

If I haven't already emailed you my new address and you need it, let me know.

I'll have to buy myself something cotton

Today's my second anniversary of living in the USA. Just like last year, it does feel like I've been here for a long time, but it's hard to believe that I haven't been back for two years!

The biggest thing on my mind at the moment is how much stuff I've accumulated in that time. When I came here I had only my suitcases (albeit the maximum the airline would allow) and a small box of books I shipped over. It's hard to believe how much stuff I now have. Slowly but surely I bought various pieces of furniture, most of it necessary to live comfortably; and millions of books, most of them necessary for my classes.

Preparing to Move

After two years living on Lincoln St (such an American name!) I'm moving to a new apartment later this week. At the moment my apartment is full of Cindy's junk, so I'll be glad to be moving into a two-bedroom with a much bigger living room, so we can spread out a little.

We're having to move in a little earlier than expected because Cindy has to go on a work trip, so now we're hurriedly phoning everyone to make arrangements to get in to the place earlier, turn on the electricity etc.

I've already helped some friends move so I've got them and others coming to help carry some of the heavy stuff. The worst part is, though, that the forecast for Thursday is 37˙C. And in Bloomington you can be sure it won't be a dry 37, it'll be like a sauna!

The Simpsons Movie

Today's opening day for The Simpsons movie here, so last night I went to the midnight session with a few friends (most of us are night-owls anyway). I was impressed that so many people turned up at such an hour. Sean insisted that we get there an hour early to get a good seat. That didn't seem necessary but by the time the movie started the cinema was full. And it was playing on two screens at that time!

It was a good movie, consistently funny throughout. It's as though they had been saving up all the good jokes for the last few seasons, letting the show go down a little, just to pack them all into this movie. I enjoyed it.

County Fair

Tonight we went to the Monroe County Fair with some friends to get a taste of rural Indiana. Living in Bloomington (a little pool of Blue in a sea of Red) you rarely see people wearing bib-n-brace overalls or cowboy hats but at the fair almost everyone was dressed either as a cowboy or a hayseed. The rodeo riders all wore big white ten-gallon hats and even chaps over their jeans; those showing off their livestock wore overalls, straw hats and chewed on toothpicks.

The rides were pretty good but the one that sticks you to the wall with centrifugal force nauseated Cindy. We got to eat some American style carnival food like funnel cakes and, Cindy's favourite, kettle corn (popcorn with both salt and sugar). We refrained from trying the deep-fried Oreos and Snickers.


Before we left we stopped to watch the rodeo for a little while and captured a few rides on video. It was quite impressive, really. Some stayed on much longer than others, one of the clowns got head-butted by more than one of the bulls. The commentators spoke with quite thick southern accents so Cindy was blissfully unaware of what they were saying while I had to endure their terrible jokes.

Dylan

Last night I drove up to Indianapolis to see Bob Dylan in concert. It was the first time I'd seen him live, even though I've been a fan for a few years now. (Cindy commented, "We're going to see your god!")

It was great. A good mix of old and new tunes. It's always worth seeing Dylan play his old tunes because he always reinterprets them. It was quite interesting to hear old classics like Rainy Day Women, It ain't me babe and Tangled up in Blue played in his current rolling-blues style. But with his now raspy voice, changing the tunes makes them rather hard to recognise. It made me realise how much more Dylan reinterprets his own songs, compared to most of the covers out there that simply try to recreate the original. (E.g. Dylan played another electrified version of "I don't believe you", different again from the Royal Albert Hall version. And his bluesy "Tangled up in Blue" so much more different from the original than The Whitlams' cover.)

He only played guitar on the first few, he then played keyboard for most of the songs, bringing out the harmonica for the old tunes. (The crowd cheered the first time he brought out the harp, because he doesn't use it as much these days.) It was a great night.

The Simpsons

Some of you might have heard that, in honour of the upcoming Simpsons movie, many of the 7-11s here in the US are being decked out as Kwik-E-Marts.

I didn't realise that Bloomington even had a 7-11; turns out it does and while it wasn't completely converted they were selling some Kwik-E-Mart stuff. So, being the good little corporate drone that I am, I bought some Buzz Cola and a Homer cookie. But I didn't pay $2 for a collectable plastic cup for my Squishee, I refer to all such drinks as Squishees anyway. I also could have bought a box of Krusty-Os but I didn't really want to find that jagged metal Krusty-O.

The closest one to me actually done up is in Chicago. That's a fair way and I have no other reason to drive to Chicago but seeing Jasper in the freezer temps me.

Back in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave

I just got back into Bloomington last night.

The first leg from Charles de Gaulle airport at Paris was delayed slightly because we weren't able to fly over the UK for security reasons. At the time I wondered if that meant terrorism, seems I was right.

Then my next flight, from Detroit to Indianapolis, was 40 mins late to board for the more mundane reason that there was too much air traffic for the crew to get to us on time. So I missed the 8.40 pm bus but got the 10.40, arriving after midnight. I was awake for about 30h, I think. Then I slept for the next 12.

Cuisine Française

Living with a French family for a week allowed me the opportunity to see what French food is like, beyond the frogs' legs and escargot stereotype.

The first day there we went to an Hypermarché (pronounced 'ipermarshay), which in American terms is like a SuperWalmart or in Australian terms is like a Big W and a Woolies combined. Most of the stuff seemed pretty normal. There was plenty of Nestlé chocolate, which is hard to find in the USA, and Cindy was able to stock up on Kinder; Milka seemed to be the most popular but there was none of that disgusting Hersheys. It was the fresh produce section that was significantly different. Snails, horse meat, and the moldiest most disgusting cheeses I have ever seen.

Cheese really is a big thing in France; there's always a cheese course for any large meal. Mostly the large meals are in the middle of the day. And just about every restaurant offers set menus so that you get an entrée, main and then either cheese or dessert. (In Italy, too, there's a lot of set menus with pasta for first course then a meatier main.) And there's always a small, strong black coffee after lunch (but never after dinner). Yet coffee at breakfast time is always weak and milky - café au lait. The weirdest thing is the way they eat breakfast. Yes, a continental breakfast is coffee and pastries but at home they eat in in a funny way. They serve the coffee (or hot chocolate) in a bowl and then dip their croissants, brioche or toasted baguette into it. And Cindy's father, after he's had enough bread, he adds muesli to the remainder of his coffee!

I got to try tons of typical French dishes: various cheeses, traditional crêpes and galettes (a savoury buckwheat crêpe), ratatouille, pastis, cheval and foie gras. That last one was probably the only scary one. They just cut this whole lump of foie gras into quaters for everyone to have a great chunk. I only tried a little bit (partly because it's typically French, partly because it's becoming illegal in many parts of the US), not wanting to force myself to eat something so expensive that someone else would actually enjoy. It was a little better than normal pâté, which I don't like, but not much.

Back in Paris

Back in Paris I got to see some more of the French lifestyle. Somehow I lost the photos I had taken earier of the Notre Dame Cathedral so Cindy and I went back briefly. I noticed that there were a lot of gendarmes in a different uniform, wearing a soldier's cap instead of their usual képis. Then we saw that there was a demonstration in progress. Didn't think much of it, seemed rather peaceful being in the centre of town and all. But later when we came out of a shop we saw clouds of black smoke and decided that we should walk in the opposite direction. Cindy said that they probably hadn't overturned any cars yet, that they were probably just burning a few old tyres (as you do) but it seemed better to steer clear all the same.

Where the king goes to be alone

Of the four places Cindy and I stayed in Italy, three (in Florence, Rome and Naples) had bidets in the bathroom. I felt a little like Crocodile Dundee! And no, I didn't do as the Romans do, I used the paper.

While we're on the subject, I've been meaning to mention to those who haven't travelled that toilet paper varies between countries. I first noticed when I came to America: whereas the sheets are arranged portrait on an Australian roll, they are landscape in America. Italy is like Australia. But in France, some families use loose-leaf paper; that is, sheets folded in half and interlaced like tissues, stacked in a dispenser. Très exotique!

Driving in Italy

From Venice Cindy and I hired a car to drive through Bologna, Florence, Pisa and then down the coast to Rome. We paid for the smallest possible (which in Europe means microscopic) but hey gave us something slightly larger, a Renault Megane. That is, a nice little 5-door 6-speed [sic.] diesel.

Even more interesting than a sixth gear was the fact that it had no key; you insert a card and push a button.

In Italy (as in France) the top highway speed is 130 km/h. Unfortunately there were a lot of traffic jams so I only got a to enjoy that speed some of the time.

We left the car at Fiumicino airport, on the outskirts of Rome (at the ancient port of Ostia, for you history buffs), because neither of us wanted to risk driving into the city. But when we got in there the traffic really wasn't so bad; we were able to cross streets without too much trouble. The same can't be said for Naples! The traffic there was absolutely insane! (Much, much worse than Bali.) Never mind the fingersmiths, just crossing the street in Naples means taking your life into your hands.

I must also mention how many of these little three wheel utes I saw in Italy. I vaguely remember having to learn the word for this vehicle in Mrs Pipio's Italian class but I can't for the life of me remember. (Baden, Wade? Anyone?) But we never realised how small they are - they only take a single person who drives with motorbike handlebars. Whatever it's called I want one. I can just see myself driving around Indiana in one of those!

Rome

Rome was a little more difficult than other places. After we left the car at the airport, we went to catch a train into the city. The directions for our hotel said that it was directly opposite a Metro station, so I tried to get combined tickets to that station. Now, the guy wasn't as rude as New York subway staff, but he wasn't too helpful. Fortunately there was a nice Englishman just in front of me who heard where we wanted to go and informed me that that station (Manzoni) had been closed (for two years!) and that I should get off at San Giovanni. Easier said than done: that whole Metro line was closed for late night repairs so we just walked from the central station.

Despite all that the hotel was great. We managed to find a Best Western in our price range. It even included a huge buffet breakfast. I think it was aimed at Americans judging by the breakfast sausages and the presence of Tabasco sauce and even catsup next to the scrambled eggs. But there was plenty of pastries too and a cappucino machine, so I had a little of everything. That was a good way to start the day!

Pisa

Pisa was really just a lunch stop with a great landmark. You're allowed to go up the tower now (they must have succeeded in stopping it from leaning any further) but there just wasn't time. It's a shame; I would have liked to drop two balls of different weights off the side to see if one hit the ground before the other.

Florence

We left Venice the next morning and drove through Bologna (where we had Tagliatelli Bolognese, not spaghetti, for lunch) to Florence. After a bit of searching we were able to find our hotel without a map.

There was still a few hours of daylight left so we went into the town to see the sights.

Florence is a lovely city but doesn't have many tourist attractions, just the Ponte Vecchio, the Duomo and Michaelangelo's David. We stayed only one night.

Venice

So Cindy and I flew from Paris (actually, from Beauvais, a little town outside Paris' suburbs with an airport that serves Paris) down to Venice on a cheap little Irish airline. We caught a bus from the airport into Venice itself and, after asking about five locals for directions, we found our hotel. The next day we did a lot of walking around the tourist district centred on la Piazza San Marco. Bought a lot of souvenirs and tried to communicate with waiters in Italian.

The smattering of Italian that I've remembered after studying the language for five years at high school is actually quite helpful. But speaking certainly doesn't come as naturally as reading.

Parc Astérix

Today Cindy and I went to Parc Astérix with a couple of her friends. The roller coasters were small but intense. And we got to meet Astérix and Obélix!

Paris

So now I've really seen Paris. Today Cindy and I went up the Eiffel Tower. (We also saw the Sacré Coeur Basilica and Moulin Rouge but those photos don't include berets.)

We're not in Kanzas anymore

Well, I've arrived in Paris safely. The 9 hour leg from Detroit to Paris was bad but not nearly as bad as that 14 hour flight from LA to Sydney.

Got in just before noon so I didn't do anything much but go to the supermarket [in a stupour] and try to understand the things Cindy's parents are trying to say to me in French.

I'll definitely take lots of photos in the next two weeks. I'll try to post a lot of the, because it's much easier than typing on a French keyboard!

En route à Paris

I'm leaving for Paris this evening. I've been packing this morning and printing off all the documents I need. I have my travel insurance, I've checked in online and I think I'm ready to go!

I have a layover in Detroit then a 9 hour flight to Paris. I'll arrive midday Friday, their time. I'll let you know once I'm there safe and sound.

Another one bites the dust

I've just had a hard disk crash today. The second in just over a year. (At least this time I didn't have a paper due just a few hours later.) Luckily I have hard copies of everything that's due for my French class and back ups of most other vital things. Except I'll lose quite a bit of what I've downloaded and all the music that's not on my iPod.

C'est la vie!

Addendum - 2007/6/11
I've now resurrected the internal hard disk. Although I no longer trust it, I'll continue to boot off that volume but will keep all my important things on the 250GB external disk I've bought (only US$80, not bad).

The good news is that I had backed up 99% of a homework task for my French class that I thought I had lost as well as 3/4 of a translation I was working on.

J'irai en France

Well, Cindy and I finally bought our tickets to France a few days ago and are now booking flights and hotels for the Italian leg of our trip. There will be plenty more interesting posts coming in the near future.

I'm not too worried about the touristy thing. I was able to bumble around Montréal with barely a smattering of French and still manage to buy simple things, so long as I didn't try to ask about anything. I'm sure it will be the same in France and, of course, Cindy can always translate for me. But what does concern me a little is that we'll be staying with her parents, who speak barely a word of English.

My French class is going pretty well. (It's a second year undergrad class, so I can't take too much pride in the fact that I'm beating unmotivated frat boys. Seriously, the majority of undergrads here are about as motivated to learn as year nines; they're only there because their parents want them to be.) The other day my teacher paid me a big compliment by asking me "What are you doing in this class? Where did you learn to speak?" and telling me that my phonology is good. I was tempted to tell her about my secret weapon (a French girfriend) but instead I told her about the French table I go to every Tuesday evening. But now that we're learning more tenses - the future, conditional, future past and past conditional - it's starting to get a bit challenging for me too. But today I got to score a few participation points by correcting the teacher's spelling (there are a lot of homophones in French!). At least, I think it was in good humour when she said "Bravo, Nicolas!" and asked if I wanted to come up the front and teach!

First Amendment in Action

I saw something a little strange on the way home today. Now, on the edge of campus there is always a pair of Mormons holding a sign saying "Ask the missionaries any question" (I haven't yet had a chance to ask them the wind-speed velocity of an unladen swallow). Certainly these quiet Mormons are much more agreeable than the Mormons at UNSW who stand on Anzac parade accosting people as they try to cross the street.

Anyway, today there was another guy holding a sign that said "Warning: Your rights are about to be violated - seat belt check ahead." I was only a little surprised that there would be a seat belt check, that is something that a lot of Americans are quite lax about. More surprising was that someone would go to all that effort so that a few people can continue to not wear their seat belts.

But most astonishing is that there was a cop standing just 20m behind this guy, just watching him alert the traffic to the trap. Now, as I understand it, in Australia it's highly illegal to flash your headlights to alert other drivers about RBTs, ostructing the course of justice or some such thing. But this cop was just watching that guy with his sign. I can only assume that his right to free speech protected him. All the same, it's quite surprising that they didn't try to shuffle him off into a free speech zone.

Summer time, and the living is easy

I've just submitted my last paper for this semester and poured myself a strong drink. I'm now on holidays for three months. And by three months I actually mean three days, because I'm taking a summer class, which starts Tuesday.

Just like last summer, I'll be spending my time learning French. Although I did well enough last year to fulfil my department's language requirement but, while my reading skills are ok, my speaking skills are rather poor. So I'll be working on that, but not too hard.

Anzac Day Again

Another Anzac Day in the USA. This time I've made Anzac Biscuits to mark the occasion. The recipe seemed pretty easy except that you can't get golden syrup here. Not even treacle. Only a molasses that is as dark as pitch. (I think that's why it's Br'er Rabbit Brand.) In fact, they don't even know the word treacle, except for one of my classmates who had read it in Harry Potter! So I just used brown sugar instead of white and they taste the same.

Grey Bombers off Target

As we were getting into the car on our way home from the orchestra last night, Cindy pointed out an envelope under my windscreen wiper. I had received a parking ticket! (The first traffic ticket I've ever received.)

I didn't understand how, seeing as I was in a proper carpark. The ticket explained that I could contest the fine, so this was the explanation I submitted to the website:

Because I do not have a permit I was looking for a pay-parking space in the Jordan Ave parking garage. As I proceded to the lower level in search of a space I noticed that the boom gates were up and, as it was after 8pm and the booth was empty, I inferred that parking was free for the rest of the night. Had the booth been staffed I surely would have paid but, before I had a chance to pay, I received this ticket. The ticket states that I was in an A permit zone, however I was in a pay-parking garage. There were no signs indicating that any sort of permit was required.

It's all true. I really did believe that I was legally parked!

I still can't quite work it out. If by some chance I missed a sign on the way in saying that only permit holders were allowed, why would there be gates and a toll booth? And how could I not have seen it all the other times I've parked there when going to the orchestra?

I really don't want to pay the $40 but now they know who I am they'll be able to dock my pay! I briefly considered just ignoring the ticket, given that it's campus parking, not the real police. But I have heard that they can and do contact the Indiana Bureau of Motor Vehicles to track you down from your rego number. Damn!

Update - 2007/4/20
Good news! My appeal was successful. In less than 48 hour I received this reply:

Thanks for your appeal. I just wanted to let you know that the citation has been voided, and there is no fine due. If you are a student and the fee has been transferred to your Bursar account, a credit will be issued next Thursday; look for it to post by early the following week.

Hurrah! My faith in the system has been restored.

Buona Pasqua a Tutti!

So, today I finally get to break my chocolate fast! What a shame that it's so hard to find good quality chocolate here. And even the low quality stuff doesn't get sold as eggs very much. They've been in stores for a while now but it's mainly little ones, very few egg-sized eggs and absolutely no 300g, 500g or 1kg eggs available here. (Nor is there the great variety of flavours we have in Australia. Cadbury Creme Egg is the only interesting one.) I think it must be true what the Australian newspapers report every year, that Australians take their Easter chocolate more seriously than any other country.

Nor are there hot cross buns. I have seen just one or two packets of rather nasty looking buns with custard crosses and white glaze, not what we're used to. And none of those terrific chocolate hot cross buns you get from Baker's Delight or Woolies. (I wonder how long they would last in the freezer. If Erin bought me some now, would they still be good when I visit in December?)

But the strangest thing I have to share with you is that in France, they don't have an Easter Bunny. Instead, their Easter eggs are brought by flying church bells! I thought Cindy was having a lend of me when she told me that. But then I saw this on French Wíkîpédïà:

En Belgique et en France, ce sont les cloches de Pâques qui apportent les œufs de Pâques. Depuis le jeudi saint, les cloches sont silencieuses. On dit qu'elles sont parties pour Rome, et elles reviennent le jour de Pâques en ramenant des œufs qu'elles laissent tomber à leur passage.

In Belgium and France, it is Easter Bells who bring the Easter eggs. From Maundy Thursday the church bells are silent, so it is said that they have left for Rome and that they return on Easter Sunday filled with eggs, which they let fall as they pass.

Strange but true.

Cold Again

After a few weeks of warm weather (mid-20s Celsius) it's turned cold again! Yesterday and the next four days we have top temperatures <10˙C.

And last night it started snowing again! There was a little more this morning but the flakes are so few and far between that I don't think it will accumulate at all.

Crazy! (Even the Americans are complaining about Indiana weather.)

My First Passover

Last night I had another traditional American experience - I participated in a Passover Seder dinner with my Jewish friends.

Before dinner we had to do a few ceremonial things. Sean lent me a kippah and we sat around the table to hear explanations of why the various things were eaten. I forget why we ate parsely dipped in salty water; something to do with tears, I think. The bread has to be unleavened because the Hebrews were in such a hurry to leave. I thought matzo would be like pita but it's more like a big cracker. Before the actual dinner we had to eat a matzo sandwich with horseradish and another with charoset, a mixture of diced apples and dates in wine. (For some reason they were refering to the horseradish as a "bitter 'erb", even though it's clearly a root, not a herb.)

The dinner itself was turkey, not Paschal lamb, it being America and all. It was pretty good, latkes with applesauce make an interesting side dish.

There were a few songs in English and various chants in Hebrew (my throat's quite clear now, thanks for asking) between which we had to drink four cups of wine. Unfortunately it had to be kosher wine, most of which is increadibly sweet. (I managed to buy a bottle that tasted like normal cab sav but the Manischewitz and every other bottle was really quite syrupy.) It was certainly an eye-opener to see my friends reading Herbrew so fluently (in their American accents) and recounting childhood stories steeped in traditions I've never heard of.

Dog Days

The hot weather has returned, after only a couple of weeks of mild weather. So, so humid!

Licensed to Drive

I've mentioned before that the state of Indiana doesn't recognise foreign driver's licences. So back in September I got a learner's permit but have been driving myself around on a temporary international driver's permit. I've become comfortable enough driving on the wrong side of the road and the last of the snow melted a few weeks ago, so today I went and did my driving test. When I first got my licence back in Australia it was in an automatic so this was a bit more difficult driving Fenry with his clutch. But I managed to pass the driving test on a manual.

However, I failed the eyesight test. When I got my Ls I was able to procrastinate long enough for my eyes to eventually focus on the letters and I just scraped through. But this time I had to put my glasses on and the guy put a thing on my licence to say that I always have to wear them. Oh, well.

But the one good thing about Indiana is the low taxes etc. They didn't charge me anything for the joy of taking the test. Unlike NSW, where my last licence cost me AU$129 for 5 years' worth, my Indiana licence only cost me US$21 for almost 7 years! (For some strange reason it expires on your birthday.) Somehow, despite this, all the highways are free, unlike NSW.

LibriVox

I've just discovered a great site. It's a community where people take public-domain books and make audio recordings that you can download for free.

This will give me something constructive to do with my iPod while I'm in the lab doing something boring like staring at a thermometer.

St Patrick's Day

St Patrick's Day is a big thing here in the US. I'm not sure why, they don't have any more Irish than Australia. I guess it's just the effect of Americans' habit of identifying with their ethnic heritage, no matter how many generations they've been here.

Not only do they decorate buildings with shamrocks but they do everything in green; including the beer. I had heard about green beer on St Patrick's day before I came here but didn't try it last year. So this year, even though I'm not normally a beer drinker, I decided to try a green Harp. It didn't taste any different.

After that pub we moved on to the Irish Lion, which was not nearly as crowded as I had assumed it would be. There I tried a drink called the Stinger, Woodpecker Cider topped with Guinness. It's not as bad as it sounds but, still, I won't be ordering it again. Next time I'll just get a half-yard of plain old cider!

Happy Birthday to Me!

Yesterday was my birthday. I baked myself a lemon-poppyseed cake with cream cheese icing (it still being Lent), which Cindy painstakingly decorated. All my American friends were out of town, spending Spring Break with their families but there were a few other friends still in town who came around to help me eat the cake. As you can see, it was only after we'd eaten four slices that I thought to take a photo. But it's legible enough for you to get the gist of what it said.

Trevor

Yesterday I heard something a little strange. One of my lab-mates asked me, "Have you seen Trevor today?" Now, I don't know the names of too many others in the lab, because they're in a different research group. Forgeting to speak in American I asked, "Is he the young bloke?" which only confused him. So I clarified, "Is Trevor the guy who works at that bench?" To which he replied, "No, she's the oc-health and safety officer."

I stared at him in disbelief. "You're looking for a woman named 'Trevor'! That's a woman's name?"

"Oh, yes, it's quite common," He assured me. I didn't actually accuse him of having a lend of me but something on my face made him produce Trevor Ann's business card. That had me giggling for hours.

Communication breakdown, it's always the same...

I've been having problems with MSN lately. For some reason people have been trying talk to me when I'm offline; I receive several messages all at once whenever I log in. I figure it's got something to do with the fact that it's through a Jabber transport but I don't care enough to do anything about it.

So if you find me particularly unresponsive, it may just be that I'm not really there. Still, it could be that I am there and just ignoring you! (Yes, Cameron, I'm talking to you!)

Worse still, I'm without an internet connection at the moment (I feel so naked!). I've changed my connection from Cable back to DSL (to try to save a little money). Although I asked them not to turn it off until Monday, I now find that the cable's not working. Sigh! So I'm checking my email only when I bring the laptop to campus.

Richard Thompson

Just got home from a concert. It's hard to believe but Richard Thompson played Bloomington, Indiana. Apparently he's come here on tour a few times before, years ago. Perhaps that fact that it's a university town means there's enough fans to make it worthwhile. They did sell-out a 600 seat theatre; luckily I bought tickets weeks ago.

It was just him, no band, with an amplified acoustic guitar, which he played with a ferocity normally reserved for fully electric guitars. It was fantastic to see him there actually working the instrument, watching him live gives you an appreciation for his skill that CDs can't convey. He played mainly classics, nothing from his latest album. At one point he offered to do a Fairport Convention number, letting the audience choose which one. Alas, he was deaf to my cries of "Meet on the Ledge" and played "Matty Groves" instead. But everything he played was fantastic.

Self Deprivation

I've decided that this is the year I give up chocolate for Lent. I thought it might be worth trying to test my self-control and make those Easter eggs taste even better.

I've never done it before but I think I can last, what is it, forty days?

Plenty of Precipitation

The day before yesterday was stinking hot, +2˙C! The snow started to melt, that counts as hot. Yesterday morning it was still hot and so we got rain instead of snow. Which is really inconvienient when there's still snow on the ground, it's like walking through a giant, white, non-potable squishee. But around the middle of the day the temperature dropped below freezing again and the rain turned to sleet! (At least, I think "sleet" is the correct word for when ice falls in tiny spheres (~0.5 mm), as opposed to snow-flakes or hail-stones, but Americans also use the term "frozen rain" and I can't quite work out the difference.) By the time I went out last night, around 8pm, it had turned into normal snow. Three different kinds of precipitation in one day!

But the really cool thing is that when the temperature dropped so suddenly the trees were still wet from the rain. So now the trees all look like they're still dripping water, but really they're encased in crystal-clear ice. It's so clear that the small drops at the tips look so much like liquid water that you expect them to be wet when you touch them. Unless you're looking you don't notice that the ice goes beyond the tips with a thin layer covering the whole branch. The forest on campus is quite spectacular when the sun hits all those sparkling trees!

Addendum 2007-2-15
Last night I had another new cold-weather experience when my car was snowed in. I figured that reverse gear would be low enough for me to get over the little mound of snow that Mr Plow had left behind my car. But what I hadn't reckoned on was the layer of black ice that had been forming under my car. After burning a little rubber a good samaritan passing by offered to lend me his snowshovel but by then I realised it was more about traction than the piles of snow so I didn't need the shovel. After about 10 min of pissfarting around I finally managed to point the wheels at the right angle to get myself out of the spot.

Some things just aren't meant to be deep-fried

I would never have thought it possible to make unhealthy something inherently healthy like green beans. Then last night I went to TGI Friday's. I was foolish enough to order bean fries for my "appetizer", as part of a set menu deal.

I soon regretted my choice, despite the "cool creamy Cucumber-Wasabi Ranch dip" being almost as good as it sounds. No, some things just aren't meant to be deep-fried (cf. deep-fried mozzarella, available in Oz from Chili's). This may seem obvious to you at home but time and again I find that this is something Americans fail to grasp.

Go the Blues!

Last night was the Super Bowl XLI - the Chicago Bears vs the Indianapolis Colts. Indianapolis is the closest city to me and Chicago is the next closest so Bloomington is full of fans of both teams.

The Colts won, so I think there'll be a lot of happy fans around here this morning (possibly a lot of sore heads, too). This is the first time they've won the Super Bowl since coming to Indiana so they'd normally have a ticker-tape parade for them. But today it's -19˙C outside, so I don't know what they'll do.

Ethnic Food

Last night Cindy and I went to a birthday party for a couple of her friends. It was a pot-luck dinner and we were asked to bring a dish traditional to our home country or family.

I decided to to take a pavlova. I had never made one before but I had a pavlova magic egg, which meant I didn't have to separate egg-whites. I really like passionfruit on my pavlova but couldn't find any anywhere in Bloomington, even in the ethnic food stores, so I settled on strawberries and kiwifruit. I had planned to just mix it with a hand whisk but after about half an hour of whisking with very little change we looked at the clock and realised that I would not be able to cook it, cool it, dress it and still get to the party on time at that rate. So, having already started, I resigned myself to going out and buying electric beaters ($7 from Target, bargain!). After it had cooled I saw that the centre had shrunk away from the outer shell but when I put the cream on top the shell cracked and fell on top of the centre. So there was no more gap but it was not at all a pretty shape. Nevertheless, when I arrived with it I was showered with praise by Americans who had no idea what a real pavlova was supposed to look like!

But the real coup of the evening was the dish Çîndy took - frogs' legs! Of course they're impossible to find in the Midwest (and I'm not too sure if I'd eat them of we did find them) so we just cut some chicken wings into the right shape, cooked them in garlic and labelled them "frogs' legs". Everyone was amazed and asked where we got them, to which we nonchalantly replied, 'Lake Monroe'. Somehow we got through the whole party without anyone calling our bluff! (Although, it was a close call when a Chinese guy said, 'I didn't know you could catch them this time of year.') I just hope they see the humour in it when Cindy tells them the truth on Monday.

More Brass Monkey Weather

When my family came to visit in December they were quite disappointed that it wasn't snowing. Indeed, it didn't snow at all during their stay. All of North America had a very warm start to the winter. But it's become a very cold January; the last couple of weeks have got much colder than last month and colder than I remember last winter being.

The problem's not the snow, there's very little of it. It's so cold that the air's too dry for much precipitation. When it does snow there's not enough time for big crystals to form so all we get is a very fine powder, which is not much fun to walk on.

The problem is simply that it's bitterly cold. The 28th got down to -11˙C and didn't get over -2; today it got down to -12˙and hasn't risen above -8! I'm not looking forward to this weekend, they're forecasting -13 to -7˙C on Saturday and -16 to -10˙ on Sunday! Oh, and the wind-chill etc. often takes it down to -23˙C.

Now, I'm quite frugal when it comes to heating my apartment. I try to spare the enviroment and my wallet by putting on a jumper before I turn up the heat to mid-range. But the other day I found that I just couldn't put any more clothes on but my fingers and toes were still cold, so I had to turn up the heat to the very highest level, for the first time since I've been here. Although I turn them down low when I'm out or sleeping, the heaters are never off.

Bizarre Beverages

When I was at Disney World I bought some little tins of hot chocolate that come in funny colours. I got around to trying them the other day.

The powder is white when dry (partly because is has a lot of powdered milk in it) but the colour comes out as soon as it gets wet.












I was surprised at just how psychadelic the colours are.





The only side effect is that it really doesn't taste that great - too milky, not chocolatey enough. A bit like white chocolate. I guess that's what happens when you try to change something to such unnatural colours.

Spring Semester 2007

Classes start back today. Of course the break wasn't long enough but I think I'll enjoy these new classes.

I'm taking:
"Descartes and His World", "Topics in the History of Alchemy" and "Experimental Philosophy" "Philosophy of Biology".

Now, most grad students earn their keep by teaching undergrads, as I did last semester. But this time around I have a Research Assistantship instead, helping Bill Newman with The Newton Project. Hopefully there'll be some overlap with the alchemy class.

Update - 12th January
I've decided at the last minute (Friday of the first week of classes) to drop the philosophy class that had a very high workload and only moderately interesting readings in favour of a philosophy of biology class taught by Lisa Lloyd, the professor whose undergrads I taught last semester (so I know she's excellent paedogogically). The material looks like something the whole class will engage with quite well and overall I think the class will be far more manageable.

Also, at the first meeting of the Descartes class, when discussing the readings, the professor asked, "Who reads French?" I had to admit that I did. (It's much easier to read than it is to speak.) So now I'm going to attempt to read a few of Descartes' shorter works in French. It could be a very slow process but I'm sure I'll learn a lot of vocab and it is good to have a definite practical goal.

Back in Bloomington

Being back in Bloomington I've noticed a couple of things:

Indiana is much colder than Florida. I don't know where my career will take me after this but I hope I'll be living somewhere much warmer!

Bloomington roads are much friendlier. Unlike Orlando, there are plenty of pedestrian crossings so you don't have to drive everywhere. And unlike New York, where cars turning at the lights will drive straight through a pedestrian crossing unless you're dead in front of the car giving the finger, here in Bloomington cars will see you standing on the footpath and wave you across, even though they have right of way!

I'm Going to Disney World!

On the second day, while Dad was at Cape Kennedy, Erin and I went to Disney World. We saw Epcot and the Animal Kingdom. One interesting ride had us sitting up high, surrounded by a curved screen with air blowing at us to give the sensation of flight. It wasn't that convincing but what was surprising was that when we flew through a pine forest we could smell pine and we could smell orange blossoms when we flew over the orange orchard. It was great but there was far too much for us to see two parks in one day.

New Years Eve we returned with Mum and Dad to see Disney-MGM Studios in the evening (after having a relaxing morning including a swim in the hotel pool). While Erin waited for a churro I took the opportunity to go on StarTours again. We saw a few other things including Fantasmic, which had been updated since we saw it at Disneyland in 1992. I went on the Tower of Terror and elevator ride that doesn't just drop you but bounces you up and down! We stayed until the midnight fireworks then went back to the hotel to pack. We didn't sleep at all New Year's Eve. On the way to the airport we got breakfast (about 3am) at IHOP, Erin's favourite restaurant.