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Jerome a Los Angeles

by Izzy Wed Jul 28th, 2010 at 09:43:27 PM EST

I have no idea if Jerome enjoyed his visit.  None.  I mean... he's French.  And quite possibly part Vulcan.  I just don't know how to read him.  But he told me to "fire the first shot" on the blog, if you can believe that.

He said it with all sorts of confidence, too, like he'd have TONS of rebuttals and defenses.  And I know what he's gonna tell you -- that I smoke and stay up all night and never cook, that he slept on a couch and was forced to watch really bad reality tv and eat expired cereal.

Do NOT believe everything you read!  There was all sorts of unexpired cereal for him to choose from.  Is it my fault he picked the dusty box of healthy bran stuff that I've been ignoring?  I mean, I don't even know where that box came from or how he found it.  I think it was here when I moved in.

And... well, ok, also... I confess I yelled at him a little, teensy bit, but honestly -- is it really culturally acceptable ANYWHERE to be a back-seat driver?  Even if you're from FRANCE?  

Admittedly, there's much I don't know about other cultures, but surely nagging the driver is NOT some accepted practice in Europe.  I refuse to believe it.  You're not THAT foreign!  We must have at least that much shared humanity, right?  But I'm getting way ahead of myself.  Follow me over the jump and I'll tell you how the trouble started....


Ok, so the first sign of trouble was when Jerome changed his flight from arriving Sunday at 1 to Friday at 4, displaying either a stunning ignorance of, or a callous disregard for, our traffic patterns.  

But I was ok with it.  Truly.  It's not like there's hourly flights from Paris.  He was traveling halfway around the world, for goodness sakes.  The LEAST I could do was brave the 405 at Friday rush hour.  So I just informed him I'd leave really early and that if the road back was real bad, we'd sit out traffic at dinner somewhere and resume the trip around 7.

I kept telling him, like you do ROUTINELY in L.A., that if some weird thing happened and I was late, to not panic.  He kept telling me that I better be there.  On time.  No matter what.  So, basically, I'm pretty sure he cursed me because I left in plenty of time, way early, and then for the first time ever, my tire blew out on the freeway.

So I spent an hour and a half, dawdling in the valley outside the Budweiser Plant in 105 degree weather, then sat in this:

On the way to LAX

Long story not quite so long -- I think the LA gods are smiling on Jerome.  I arrived at the airport completely traumatized, he strolled out of the air-conditioned lounge where he'd spent the time checking his email, and we hit the road back right before 7.  He was all pleased with how clear the traffic was and baffled by my warnings of Friday rush hour.  

This is where things start to go horribly awry.  Where he starts to get a tad, shall we say, dismissive.  Most importantly, where he starts offering advice on when and how to change lanes.

But you know what?  Maybe it's me I think -- I'm tired.  I'm overheated.  I'm frazzled.  I'm driving on a spare tire with a yellow hub cap.  I'll just get him home.  Tomorrow is another day.  We have In 'n Out burgers for dinner.  He goes to bed at, like, 9 or something.

So the morning dawns.  Except long before that, Jerome's been awake.  Champing at the bit evidently.  I thought he was supposed to be jet-lagged?  He PROMISED he'd be jet-lagged!  And I only have limited time because my partner's band is playing that night.  I'm the manager.  I have to be to be there.  And I have to stay late, really late, to make sure everyone gets paid.  

I'd told Jerome this weeks in advance.  He'd even assured me it was no problem, that he'd be in no condition to go and would happily stay at the house because he'd be too jet-lagged to do anything that day.  

Which was perfect for me since I was going to be, y'know, busy.  And also because I'd sort of exhausted myself cleaning and trying to get some of my work done in advance so I could have time to enjoy his visit.  Neither of which I really got done, since it had been scheduled for... well, Friday.

So anyway, perhaps jet-lag means something different in France.  Or it affects them differently.  Perhaps it's a condition that manifests in some sort of restless, manic energy that requires miles of walking to burn it off.

In any case, as I groggily schlepped to the coffee pot that morning, I was greeted with the sight of a fully dressed Jerome, fairly radiating health and well-being and exuding that sort of "let's get-going make-hay-while-the-sun-shines no-time-like-the-present" vibe.  He had his shoes on.  He'd already eaten cereal.  He may or may not have had his sunglasses perched on his head.  I can't remember that clearly, but if he didn't, he gave that impression.

Over coffee, I'm frantically trying to think of what I had planned that can be squeezed in to this limited time-slot.  Clearly, anything on the Westside, the beaches, etc., is out of the question.  Walking around downtown is also going to be time-consuming, not to mention strenuous.  Hollywood is close, but he sorta scoffed    when I brought it up.

So I suggest Hollyhock House, one of the few Frank Lloyd Wright buildings in LA that is open to the public.  That should be doable.  Neither too far nor too time-consuming.  Plus, it's just a house -- how much walking can there be?  I walk around houses all the time no problem.  Even better, it'd be indoors out of the sun.  I'd gotten enough of that at the Budweiser plant.  I was sorta burned.

Except I sorta hadn't been thinking about parking.  I guess if I'd had time to consider, and enough coffee, it would have been obvious we couldn't drive right up to the front porch.  And that rich people like building shit on the tops of hills.  And that they wouldn't want anything like a parking lot ruining the view.

View from Hollyhock House

This was all clear the moment we got there, but before I could articulate any sort of plan, my guest was striding up to the house to check it out, then down to the museum where the tickets were, then over to the art center while we waited, then back to the house to firmly establish the tour meeting spot, then out around the perimeter to take in the views, then back to the house again to await the tour.

I sorta bobbed along in his wake, a bit preoccupied by trying to surreptitiously scope out if there was anywhere to sneak off for a cigarette and wondering how far I'd have to walk to be out of smelling distance.  

So we finally start the tour and it was great -- I'm pretty sure we both enjoyed it --

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... but while waiting for it, we'd only been joined by one woman, obviously smart and extremely interested in Frank Lloyd Wright, until the very last second when a group of 4 strolled up.  At first glance, I was thinking 'oh great, LA stereotypes on display.  Especially the one type, just like those spoiled people on that horrible reality tv show my sister-in-law made me watch... wait!  She's not just that TYPE, she's that ONE!"

So I don't know which was more embarrassing -- that she was there, or that I actually knew who she was.  In any case, I have no shame and made J take her picture for evidentiary purposes (she's the further, blonde one):

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Ok, and then admittedly, I did force him to watch the show the next night, but ONLY so he'd appreciate how mind-bogglingly ludicrous it was to have her on our Hollyhock House tour.  I'm pretty sure he was fully cognizant by the end credits.

Oh, and also to confirm to him for positive that he'd seen a celebrity.  Because that's what I said to him immediately following the tour when he asked "what next?"  I'd replied "what do you mean next?  You've seen a rare house and a celebrity!  What more do you want?"  Being the clear-thinking sort, he questioned my definition of celebrity.  

In desperation, I dragged him to the Hollywood and Highland complex (just down the hill, really), down the Walk of Fame (surely there'd be a group of smokers I could meld into whilst he read the sidewalk), and to Mann's Chinese Theatre to see the footprints -- "See?  Celebrities!  Celebrities you haven't even HEARD of!  I have a VAST celebrity-trivia knowledge-base!  You need to trust me on these matters!"  

You've probably already seen the one that impressed him.... (for the lazy clickers, it's the Jerry Lewis star).

By this time, I'm running late for my other thing.  I've already ditched soundcheck and am starting to worry about traffic.  But NO WORRIES!  Jerome whips out his iPhone GPS and navigates us home on clear roads, technology thus rendering useless the last bit of cultural capital I had, my native knowledge of surface street workarounds.  I am suddenly, and without warning, utterly obsolete.  Which leaves my actual driving as the only topic at hand.  

To the prior driving advice, J adds in a spot of musing over technique and my possible motivations/psychological make up -- "you must not be so timid.  You are afraid of zee other drivers.  Perhaps because of your accident."  (and, no, he doesn't actually say 'zee' but I need to keep you aware that he's French) which leads to our first actual exchange of testy words -- "No, it is NOT timidity or fear.  It is common sense and courtesy, not to mention SAFETY.  And not being an asshole."  

His 'advice' gives me my first glimmer of fear for the day he acquires his rental car.

Which, bear in mind, is two days away.  Two days that were a blur of... walking.  Walking and... just moving... relentlessly moving... I'll spare you the gory details at this point -- I want to get the LA segment of this story behind us in one post -- but here it all is in photos.  

And, honestly, I couldn't tell you about it anyway, given that 1. the show ran late due to technical difficulties related to a lack of a soundcheck and 2. I lost my ability to form a coherent narrative in my head due to 3. lack of sleep and nicotine deprivation compounded by 4. TOO MUCH WALKING which lead to 5. exhaustion, defeat and, I'm guessing, some mild form of Stockholm Syndrome.  

So if it looks sorta fun, that's because it was...

We started day 2 at Union Station:

Union Station

Then on to Olvera Street:

Olvera Street

Then across to the Civic center area.  

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Jerome waiting for me to catch up (I have a ton just like this!):

Waiting downtown

Next, Disney Hall, which he insisted was called The Gehry (I got this close cuz he was deciding where to go next).  

Disney Hall

Then through the downtownhistoric core:

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...to the Bradbury Building where I finally managed to catch my breath enough to yell -- "look!  a SIGN!  can't you just... STOP!  read the SIGN!  REALLY ABSORB IT!  It's HISTORIC AND SHIT!  I'm POSITIVE it requires AT LEAST a reflective PAUSE" finally desperately resorting to a personal appeal "ME AND THIS BUILDING WERE IN THE SAME MOVIE -- This building is a CELEBRITY in its own right!  I need a PERSONAL BladeRunner moment to... COMMUNE... or... remember... or something..."  

Honestly, I'm not sure exactly what I said, but I tried to make it sound like some personal private time was required between me and the building and that he needed to show some due respect by at least reading the sign, at which point he hesitated long enough for me to snap this:

The Bradbury

Finally, we reached Angel's Flight where I collapsed onto a handy concrete bench across the street and BLATANTLY lit a cigarette (like they don't smoke in France?!?), and suggested J might want to, y'know, run up the steps to see what was up there.... maybe a couple of times....

Angel's Flight

Feeling more benevolent after my nicotine boost, we actually rode the thing up.  After which, we ended the day at The Pantry, which is famous for this sort of thing:

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Jerome ordered a hamburger.  No one was expecting that -- the Pantry didn't even have buns:

Pantry hamburger

But I think he liked it -- he bought a hat and indulged me for a time-wasting but obligatory shoe photo whilst standing in front of the worn spot at the cash register:

Obligatory shoes

Suffused with energy from the copious amounts of roast beef and heartened by the disappearance of the setting sun, I FINALLY start feeling enthusiastic and ready to be a proper tour guide!   Where to?  Mullholland Drive?  Sunset Strip?  The city lights beckon!  On that note, we drive home and tuck J into bed.  Or, more accurately, the couch.  Whatever.  It's a minor distinction, right?

So day 3 we drive all the way down Sunset, through Hollywood, Beverly Hills, Bel Air, Brentwood, and Pacific Palisades, and down Pacific Coast Highway along the beaches.  Our intention was to make it to Santa Monica and Venice.  This did not happen.  I had to use a bathroom.  I had to get out of the car.  I had to not hear another bit of driving advice.  

We stopped at Will Rogers State Beach and, omg -- Jerome was happy!  and still!   he dug a moat and settled in... all was beautiful and calm...

Beach

... until I saw what time it was.  We were still in my car.  I had to pick up my partner from work.  And here we were on THE WESTSIDE!  We had to leave SOON or be marooned here till early evening.  I couldn't do that to my partner -- he had no way to get home!  Despite whatever misleading impression Angel's Flight might have given, there's no real public transportation here!  Or not anywhere we needed to be or go.  And he had to take this traffic thing SERIOUSLY!  OMG - why won't he MOVE?!?  Why's he just SITTING THERE!  Rush hour is upon us!

Besides, he'd have the rental car tomorrow -- we could come back!  Stay all day!  Stay till nighttime!  The beach is GORGEOUS at night!  And remember the traffic!  At which point I found myself arguing with both him AND his iPhone.  I finally convinced him to leave the water's edge at the very last stress-inducing minute.

And we do hit traffic.  Which his phone then navigates us out of.  I'm really starting to hate that fucking phone.  I mean, sure, I don't want to sit in traffic.  Obviously.  And the phone is handy.  But... isn't all this Apple iStuff kinda... smug?  Or irritating?  Or maybe it's the sun... or the fact that I'm fucking exhausted and... AND OMG - I am NOT A TIMID DRIVER!!!!!  YOU CAN'T KEEP UP A RUNNING COMMENTARY ON MY DRIVING!  You just... CAN'T!  I don't CARE if you and your phone are both COMPLETELY RIGHT!  And...

... omg... am I seriously yelling at my friend?  Who's sitting there calmly in wounded silence, staring at the GPS coordinates on his cute little phone?  What kind of horrible monster am I?  I swear I'm not like this.  I never yell!  Or... ok, not 'never,' but rarely.  Very rarely.  Usually only during divorces.  That's hardly ever.

I apologize immediately.  He graciously accepts.  He advises which exit to take.  We make it to the office with 10 minutes to spare and have a nice dinner and spend the evening at home.  

The next morning, I take him to rent the car.  He drives off to his friend's house on the beach and I go to my office to get my ebay done.  I then go home and clean my house to a condition fit for having visitors.  I then collapse in front of the tv and chain-smoke (outside!  Don't worry!  I did not harm Jerome!) until I'm ready to pass out.  Not as early as I should -- we have an early day tomorrow.  The road trip.  The convention.  Vegas.  I'm pretty sure I need to rest up for this.  I decide to pack in the morning....

(...to be continued!)

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I know you're wondering if it'll be called Fear and Loathing on the ET Trail, but I'm leaning towards "Izzy's Redemption, The Desert Days."

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes
by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Wed Jul 28th, 2010 at 09:45:08 PM EST
As it turned out, it was a Good Thing I didn't try to make it, car problem emerged Friday.  


She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist. -- Jean-Paul Sartre
by ATinNM on Wed Jul 28th, 2010 at 11:47:52 PM EST
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Oh, well, I'm sure J wouldn't have minded 'swinging by' New Mexico on the 'way' home...

Sorry about the car - hope it's fixed? - and I really am sorry we didn't get to meet you, but it was lovely chatting on the phone!

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes

by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Wed Jul 28th, 2010 at 11:54:35 PM EST
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It was only a 10 hour drive from the Canyon to where we is.  Mighty unfriendly not to have dropped by when you were in the neighborhood.

Won't know until the mechanic has had a chance to download the error code.  I suspect it's just telling me I need to take it in for service.  

It was nice to chat.  Sorry I got all downer on you.  

She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist. -- Jean-Paul Sartre

by ATinNM on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 01:06:02 AM EST
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Wait... when did you get all downer on me?  I don't remember that!

I'm realllly glad you didn't break down in the desert.  And, you're right -- we coulda had a pop in visit for coffee!  What were we thinking?!?

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes

by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 01:13:04 AM EST
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When I got off into the state of the economy.  

Yeah, breaking down in the high desert ain't fun.  Been there, done that.  I think the Warning Light is Volvo's way of forcing me into the repair shop so they can replace Yet More parts.

She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist. -- Jean-Paul Sartre

by ATinNM on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 01:31:33 AM EST
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Europeans think 100 miles is a long way.  Americans think 100 years is a long time...

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by Frank Schnittger (mail Frankschnittger at hot male dotty communists) on Thu Aug 5th, 2010 at 06:19:38 PM EST
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Hey, that's my line!
by Bernard (bernard) on Fri Aug 6th, 2010 at 01:19:09 PM EST
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I knew I had read it somewhere!

Index of Frank's Diaries
by Frank Schnittger (mail Frankschnittger at hot male dotty communists) on Fri Aug 6th, 2010 at 01:29:22 PM EST
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LOL

I went to The Pantry to have breakfast the first day I was in LA and never again.  Figueroa and 9th was way outside my stomping grounds.

She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist. -- Jean-Paul Sartre

by ATinNM on Wed Jul 28th, 2010 at 10:51:41 PM EST
Did you like the food?  I love the Pantry, but it's a bit more civilized now that they've built the Staples Center so close and the ex-mayor owns it.  I kinda miss it the old way, when you weren't sure who was more dangerous -- the homeless outside, or the ancient, hostile waiters in.  The coleslaw and fresh bread are still excellent, though, and I maintain there's no better place in the world for 3am pancakes.

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes
by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Wed Jul 28th, 2010 at 11:06:23 PM EST
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That was 35 years ago.  My memory of the meal is somewhat hazy.  

She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist. -- Jean-Paul Sartre
by ATinNM on Wed Jul 28th, 2010 at 11:28:25 PM EST
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including (<ducks and hides>) the timid driving!

And the jet lag right now is Not Fun.

Wind power

by Jerome a Paris (etg@eurotrib.com) on Wed Jul 28th, 2010 at 11:26:16 PM EST
Can't believe you walked around.  NOBODY walks in LA.  They all drive.  And then sit on the freeway bitching about all the other cars on the freeway.

She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist. -- Jean-Paul Sartre
by ATinNM on Wed Jul 28th, 2010 at 11:36:03 PM EST
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Actually, I used to.  Before I broke my skeleton and started hobbling around with a cane!  Did I forget to mention the cane part?  

Not surprising -- I also forgot to mention the stop at Clifton's on downtown day (he wasn't impressed) and lunch at The Grove on beach day.

Let me assure everyone I did NOT intend to have lunch at the Grove.  I was on my way to Du-Pars, but got rattled when J asked me what cherry pie was and then got derailed and/or coerced into lunch at the Grove.  I'd never been there.  I was horrified.  It was like if Walt Disney designed a mall.

In fact, I'm pretty sure the Grove was what broke my spirit that day -- the final blow, if you will -- leading to my traffic meltdown later.

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes

by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Wed Jul 28th, 2010 at 11:52:17 PM EST
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ROTFLMAO.

She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist. -- Jean-Paul Sartre
by ATinNM on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 01:23:17 AM EST
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There's even a cheesy 80-s song to that...



By laying out pros and cons we risk inducing people to join the debate, and losing control of a process that only we fully understand. - Alan Greenspan

by Migeru (migeru at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 02:57:14 AM EST
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I have been known to torture americans with walking. Everyone else on the planet walks (a LOT) when they're out sightseeing, so the poor things have trouble keeping up for lack of practice...

By laying out pros and cons we risk inducing people to join the debate, and losing control of a process that only we fully understand. - Alan Greenspan
by Migeru (migeru at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 04:37:21 AM EST
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I have a family member who was going for a morning walk one day in a small town in Colorado (on the one sidewalk in town...). So a police cruiser pulls up next to him and asks whether his car has been stolen and he needs a ride home?

- Jake

Friends come and go. Enemies accumulate.

by JakeS (JangoSierra 'at' gmail 'dot' com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 05:13:08 AM EST
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As I've repeatedly told you, the driving is not open to discussion.  See?  You don't learn!

But have a sympathy 4 for the jet lag - I don't want you actually suffering!  We're still friends, after all...

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes

by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Wed Jul 28th, 2010 at 11:38:16 PM EST
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Maybe...
by afew (afew(a in a circle)eurotrib_dot_com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 02:03:38 AM EST
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No - positively! we ARE still friends -- there's hope for world peace yet!  

Is there a cultural version of vive la différence?

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes

by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 02:15:59 AM EST
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La différence IS a cultural division.

"It is not necessary to have hope in order to persevere."
by ARGeezer (ARGeezer a in a circle eurotrib daught com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 09:15:34 AM EST
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Well, sure, but isn't it male/female?  I'm thinking I need a phrase that makes clear the divide is so much more than that!

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes
by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 01:43:29 PM EST
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It was just a little tweak regarding what historians have long referred to as "the war between the sexes", a phenomenon common to all western European societies and their diasporas, though it takes different forms.

"It is not necessary to have hope in order to persevere."
by ARGeezer (ARGeezer a in a circle eurotrib daught com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 02:06:01 PM EST
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Oh I agree about the driving; from my very limited 3 week experience of LA, they are hilariously polite and well-mannered. As a seasoned london driver (don't use indicators as it gives information to the enemy) I felt like a fox let loose in the henhouse when I was driving around out there.

does jet lag only kick in flying east ? I didn't suffer when I few to LA but coming back I was out of it for about 4 days.

keep to the Fen Causeway

by Helen (lareinagal at yahoo dot co dot uk) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 06:30:48 AM EST
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As a seasoned london driver (don't use indicators as it gives information to the enemy) ...

LOL.  Where do you get this shit?  Hilarious!

They tried to assimilate me. They failed.

by THE Twank (yatta blah blah @ blah.com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 06:53:19 AM EST
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Meboi, you really should think about flying to Paris for the September meet. You might want to spend some time w/ Helen (before you propose.)

;-))

Plus we'd see how the continental Yurpeen lifestyle affected your, um, boisterousness.

And even if you don't end up proposing, it's likely you'll find some truffles.

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anas Nin

by Crazy Horse on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 08:11:43 AM EST
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Health reasons preclude such an activity.  Thank you for the invite.

However, remembering photographs from previous get-togethers, folks sitting around a table at a restaurant, too bad you don't have some (I think this is correct) SKYPE P.C.s there too, for members who wish to attend in absentia.  Like you see for board meetings.  Can't enjoy your wine, forced to provide my own, but could be interesting.

Any takers?

P.S.  That way you could all meet my cat Truffles.  I wouldn't bring her on the plane anyway.

They tried to assimilate me. They failed.

by THE Twank (yatta blah blah @ blah.com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 08:25:38 AM EST
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those things are known to have happened in the past (video conferences that is) (Ask Izzy and Jerome)
by PeWi on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 05:46:12 PM EST
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Since I'm the one suggesting it let me contact my computer guy first to make sure he can set me up with appropriate software, hardware, etc.

Thank You.

They tried to assimilate me. They failed.

by THE Twank (yatta blah blah @ blah.com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 05:58:28 PM EST
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The use(d) Apple's iChat
by PeWi on Fri Jul 30th, 2010 at 04:24:14 AM EST
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it's likely you'll find some truffles

If he hangs out with me, all he'll find is beer. Although Paris ain't great for it, truth be told.

keep to the Fen Causeway

by Helen (lareinagal at yahoo dot co dot uk) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 08:25:46 AM EST
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Do the United Yeast Workers pay your salary?  You getting some kind of kickback?

They tried to assimilate me. They failed.
by THE Twank (yatta blah blah @ blah.com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 08:27:44 AM EST
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Nobody obeys the traffic regulations in London, we just all watch where the front of our cars go, and everyone else is watching the back for us

Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.
by ceebs (ceebs (at) eurotrib (dot) com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 08:32:50 AM EST
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That's how someone told me, years ago, to drive in Manhattan. Works pretty well, except for the people from New Jersey.
by Mnemosyne on Fri Jul 30th, 2010 at 10:38:30 PM EST
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Well not having driven in LA I can't speak to the actual timidity of the drivers there However My father has always said on his travels that although Italian drivers had a reputation for being aggressive. But he always said that Parisians were far worse.

Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.
by ceebs (ceebs (at) eurotrib (dot) com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 07:08:50 AM EST
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My stepmother has a theory about Italian drivers: It's the Pope's fault.  They drive recklessly because the Pope makes them feel like they are close to God and nothing bad can happen to them no matter how dangerous their driving.
by In Wales (inwales aaat eurotrib.com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 12:33:30 PM EST
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Well, Izzy says Jérôme was hyperactive in the morning -- maybe that's the appearance of jet lag when flying West.

*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.
by DoDo on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 01:40:35 PM EST
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hilariously polite and well-mannered

Actually, no, you read us wrong -- what you observed is a survival skill.  Steely calm masking all sorts of suppressed emotion.  We must be this way.  We've been trained that the only way to avoid complete grid-lock is to leave plenty of room and allow merging.  

This is why, when others blatantly disregard this shit we're all trying really, really, hard to do, road-rage breaks out and we end up firing at each other or attempting to beat up someone's car with a tire iron.

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes

by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 06:56:13 PM EST
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Like Europe post-WWII?

By laying out pros and cons we risk inducing people to join the debate, and losing control of a process that only we fully understand. - Alan Greenspan
by Migeru (migeru at eurotrib dot com) on Fri Jul 30th, 2010 at 02:22:32 AM EST
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Totally agree.  Los Angeles is the native home of car culture, and Los Angeles drivers seem to have an intuitively different style of driving, one designed to protect the flow of traffic at all cost while maintaining a minimal level of safety and courtesy.  We are able to actually do this because the roads are intelligently laid out and at least approach a level of sufficiency.

Vicious, cut-throat, and aggressive does not mean better.  Cooperation makes things better for everyone.  We're all leftists here, right?  Isn't that supposed to be obvious?

by Zwackus on Fri Jul 30th, 2010 at 08:53:52 AM EST
[ Parent ]
Then again, Cars Cause Libertarianism (by Chris Kulczycki on January 6th, 2006)

By laying out pros and cons we risk inducing people to join the debate, and losing control of a process that only we fully understand. - Alan Greenspan
by Migeru (migeru at eurotrib dot com) on Fri Jul 30th, 2010 at 09:24:45 AM EST
[ Parent ]
No, neither vicious, cut throat nor aggressive; merely effectively assertive.

keep to the Fen Causeway
by Helen (lareinagal at yahoo dot co dot uk) on Fri Jul 30th, 2010 at 11:01:24 AM EST
[ Parent ]
That's an unwinnable argument from either side.

Suffice it to say that I've learned to drive in both Japan and the US, have ridden a bicycle in mainland China for several days, and rode motorcycles in Thailand for two months.  I've learned and understood different ways of driving, and am comfortable with my previously stated opinions.

by Zwackus on Fri Jul 30th, 2010 at 11:01:00 PM EST
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My personal experience: it's a "flying east" thing, for sure.

And if you want aggressive, don't-care-if-I-kill-you driving, try Boston.  

Karen in Bischofswiesen

'tis strange I should be old and neither wise nor valiant. From "The Maid's Tragedy" by Beaumont & Fletcher

by Wife of Bath (kareninaustin at g mail dot com) on Wed Aug 4th, 2010 at 03:03:16 PM EST
[ Parent ]
... instead of round the world? Silly mistake. Should have gone on to Thailand and India and then home from there.

I've been accused of being a Marxist, yet while Harpo's my favourite, it's Groucho I'm always quoting. Odd, that.
by BruceMcF (agila61 at netscape dot net) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 03:25:39 PM EST
[ Parent ]
This is good fiction. But when do we get the facts?
by afew (afew(a in a circle)eurotrib_dot_com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 02:04:12 AM EST
Wait - what are you implying!?  J recommended this! and confirmed it's all true!  There's photographic evidence!  And he STILL won't stop about the driving!  What more do you need?  If you cut me, do I not bleed and all that?

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes
by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 02:15:12 AM EST
[ Parent ]
Well, what did your once-healthy now-ancient mouldy bran cereal do to him?
by afew (afew(a in a circle)eurotrib_dot_com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 02:47:55 AM EST
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Nothing.  He's impervious and indestructible.  And... I don't think it was actually mouldy, just past the 'use by' date.  Which, with bran, is fairly impressively old.  I think my crazy survivalist relatives used to stockpile bran - it lasts ages, right?  Anyway, he was fine.  Whatever was in the bran evidently agreed with him.

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes
by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 02:52:31 AM EST
[ Parent ]
Yep, impervious. Even to crazy survivalist stockpiled ancient mouldy bran.

Now we're getting down to the nitty-gritty.

by afew (afew(a in a circle)eurotrib_dot_com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 03:21:07 AM EST
[ Parent ]
about the Jerry Lewis star.

If you really were impressed, you've let the entire French nation down.

It is rightly acknowledged that people of faith have no monopoly of virtue - Queen Elizabeth II

by eurogreen on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 09:32:36 AM EST
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I did NOT make it up - look at the link! lol

But, to J's credit, "impressed" was the wrong word.  He was being funny.

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes

by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 01:45:02 PM EST
[ Parent ]
OTOH Jerry Lewis has been held in high regard in France.

You can't be me, I'm taken
by Sven Triloqvist on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 01:55:29 PM EST
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On the other hand, I've never heard Jerry Lewis's voice-over actor. The same jokes in a less annoying voice might be funny in a turn-off-the-brain kind of way.

I've been accused of being a Marxist, yet while Harpo's my favourite, it's Groucho I'm always quoting. Odd, that.
by BruceMcF (agila61 at netscape dot net) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 03:24:17 PM EST
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All the Frank Tashlin-directed ones are worthy, the rest are often annoying.

You can't be me, I'm taken
by Sven Triloqvist on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 03:34:25 PM EST
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lol. Yes, I just lolled.

Jerome's dead pan, matter of fact delivery is good for a lot of giggling.

you are the media you consume.

by MillMan (millguy at gmail) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 02:16:58 AM EST
I know.  He makes a perfect straight man.  Or... fall guy... whatever...

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes
by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 02:18:53 AM EST
[ Parent ]
Or a Legionnaire,  March or Die, Izzy, March or Die.


She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist. -- Jean-Paul Sartre
by ATinNM on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 10:26:58 AM EST
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As an experienced LaLa hound, i must say i'm impressed with Izzy's tour itinerary... not counting restaurants.  Sounds like perfectly balanced yet diverse glimpse of LA flavors, not to mention Jerry Lewis.

Next time, for a really cheap date, Griffith Observatory.  Oh, and J needs an agent, so you could visit I.M. Pei's bldg.  Though he should sign with Endeavor.

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anas Nin

by Crazy Horse on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 08:17:32 AM EST
Thank you, Crazy Horse.  Thank you.

But why not counting restaurants?  I didn't make him EAT at Cliftons!  And who can argue with Pantry roast beef or Du-Par's cherry pie?  And The Grove was definitely not my fault!!! (I can't state that often enough).

Actually, I'd intended on taking him to the Observatory, as well as a few other things, but he couldn't get out of LA fast enough and, once out, I couldn't drag him back.

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes

by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 06:13:29 PM EST
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Admittedly, there's much I don't know about other cultures, but surely nagging the driver is NOT some accepted practice in Europe.  I refuse to believe it.  You're not THAT foreign!  We must have at least that much shared humanity, right?

I know it as a stereotype of what male passengers to to female drivers.

*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.

by DoDo on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 01:43:53 PM EST
Actually I confess to being an awful passenger. normally I can bottle it up, but driving with my parents can be fraught :-/

keep to the Fen Causeway
by Helen (lareinagal at yahoo dot co dot uk) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 01:49:27 PM EST
[ Parent ]
You were fine when I was driving you through the valleys!
by In Wales (inwales aaat eurotrib.com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 03:13:24 PM EST
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it's hard to criticise somebody willing to drive through low visibility fog just to show a nitwit like me how to compose a photo

keep to the Fen Causeway
by Helen (lareinagal at yahoo dot co dot uk) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 04:02:33 PM EST
[ Parent ]
I'm an equal opportunity backseat driver

Wind power
by Jerome a Paris (etg@eurotrib.com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 03:13:36 PM EST
[ Parent ]
I confess to being called a backseat driver, though I am no driver, albeit for opposed criticism motivated by feeling unsafe: speed limits & distance to the car ahead and such...

*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.
by DoDo on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 03:51:04 PM EST
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The problem is that the angles and distances are all off if you're not in the driver's seat so what looks too close from a outside the driver's seat may actually be safe.

By laying out pros and cons we risk inducing people to join the debate, and losing control of a process that only we fully understand. - Alan Greenspan
by Migeru (migeru at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 03:54:26 PM EST
[ Parent ]
Even if you sit in the... ah, beside the driver? (Heh, I don't know how it's called in English, or another language, I only know the spoof "mother-in-law's seat" in Hungarian.)

*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.
by DoDo on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 04:05:11 PM EST
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Americans would call that "riding shotgun". You can call it copilot's seat.

Anyway, from that seat the distances to the other lanes and nearby cars on both left and right appear off - closer than actual on the driver's side and farther than actual on the copilot's side.

Plus, the driver can see along the sides of the vehicle  through the rear view mirrors if they are properly aligned, whereas from other seats it that additional visual information is not available.

By laying out pros and cons we risk inducing people to join the debate, and losing control of a process that only we fully understand. - Alan Greenspan

by Migeru (migeru at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 04:19:27 PM EST
[ Parent ]
I talked about the distance to the car ahead... braking distance.

*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.
by DoDo on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 04:38:04 PM EST
[ Parent ]
But that's not the only distance that matters.

In fact one of the most annoying things the passenger may wrongly complain about is that the driver is out of the lane or about to collide with a car on the driver's side.

By laying out pros and cons we risk inducing people to join the debate, and losing control of a process that only we fully understand. - Alan Greenspan

by Migeru (migeru at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 04:43:04 PM EST
[ Parent ]
Who is the backseat driver you are complaining about here? :-)

*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.
by DoDo on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 04:45:15 PM EST
[ Parent ]
Passenger seat.
by afew (afew(a in a circle)eurotrib_dot_com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 04:29:05 PM EST
[ Parent ]
So the passengers in the back are not in the passenger seat?

By laying out pros and cons we risk inducing people to join the debate, and losing control of a process that only we fully understand. - Alan Greenspan
by Migeru (migeru at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 04:30:41 PM EST
[ Parent ]
They're in the back seat.
by afew (afew(a in a circle)eurotrib_dot_com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 04:35:44 PM EST
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Which reminds me... it's difficult to do that when you're a hitch-hiker. Maybe 15 years ago, when I left for Vienna with a friend who forgot his pass at home and we hitch-hiked back from near the border to the next main station, we caught a real road warrior, going at 160 km/h on a busy but single-lane road, overtaking lines of trucks while cars neared from the opposed direction... I remember he offered to take us further on our way, but we had some excuse on why not, and I really felt relieved to get out.

*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.
by DoDo on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 04:01:52 PM EST
[ Parent ]
That wasn't my worst hitch-hiker experience, though: there was the drunken policeman...

*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.
by DoDo on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 04:42:44 PM EST
[ Parent ]
My worst was on the outskirts of Paris, 2cv van came weaving down the road, and purple nosed farmer who slurred his words and stank of wine was turned down as transport. five minutes later, police, fire and ambulance screamed past, then I was picked up only to find that where the road curved round to the left he'd gone straight off the  side of the road and headed down the embankment end over end.

Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.
by ceebs (ceebs (at) eurotrib (dot) com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 05:25:08 PM EST
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Hah, but you wisely turned down! My drunken policeman wasn't that bad at driving in an illuminated state, the problem was his job.

It was at the end of a two-day trek in the woods, when we arrived in the village in the evening after the last bus left, and tried to hitch-hike while walking along the rural road to the next village. My companion thought that using a pocket lamp will improve our chances.

It did. A car stopped.

However, after picking us up, our driver didn't answer any attempts at smalltalk, just made a very sour face and didn't say a word for minutes. Then he began to talk: what were we thinking with the lamp, he thought it's a police checkpoint! We were huh, why so and so what?

Then he said he is a policeman himself, and we made him believe that the colleagues caught him at drunken driving, which would have cost him his job and more! And then he worked himself into a rage, talking about all his troubles in life, blaming us for ruining his life, and issuing all sorts of threats, which is no fun from a man with a pistol who is drunk. But he finally decided to dump us with a curse in the next village. (I don't even remember how we got to the nearest train station from there.)

*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.

by DoDo on Fri Jul 30th, 2010 at 10:55:24 AM EST
[ Parent ]
Well talking about Authority figures, the one group it's hardest to get a lift from. in nearly 30 years of hitching I have only one one occasion received a lift from a priest. they even noticeably turn to look out of the opposite window to not see you as they pass. And that even includes priests who I know!

Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.
by ceebs (ceebs (at) eurotrib (dot) com) on Fri Jul 30th, 2010 at 11:35:20 AM EST
[ Parent ]
I confess to being called a backseat driver, though I am no driver, albeit for opposed criticism motivated by feeling unsafe

Let's clear this point up once and for all -- SAFETY was NOT an issue! lol -- he was urging me to be LESS safe -- i.e. being critical of me for not bullying my way into lanes, or squeaking through left turn traffic etc.  Hence, the 'timid' accusation.

Now.  I have no problem believing that LA drivers are less insane... pardon me, 'skilled,' than Paris ones.  And I have no problem with someone arguing that the Paris way is totally safe and, in their opinion, 'better.'  

I DO, however, have a problem with someone, say from Paris, advocating Parisian driving techniques in other locations with different traffic practices.  Especially after one's driver has advised one that said practices are NOT going to be adopted and that absolutely no good can come of further urgings/analysis/psychoanalasis/criticism/advice.

If J felt less safe with non-abrupt lane changes and allowing more room for turns and stopping, then he's wired wrong.  Or, he's simply acclimated to the Parisian way and isn't capable of objectively assessing environments outside of his comfort zone... <ducks and hides>

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes

by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 06:29:18 PM EST
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Ahh don see whassa prolem here, y'all so workd up. Hail, in Tejas, muy simplicio, u don like summun's drivin, whacha gotta gun 4.

Je veux dire, il suffit de tirer sur la ventouse. (Danke google translate)

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anas Nin

by Crazy Horse on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 07:11:03 PM EST
[ Parent ]
I know!  But like the ol' saying says, the things that happen when you don't have your gun...

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes
by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 07:41:47 PM EST
[ Parent ]
I'm an equal opportunity backseat driver

Weeeellll... I note you didn't say a peep about my Beloved's driving.  And EVERYONE acknowledges I'm the more aggressive driver of the pair (i.e. less "timid").  I didn't WANT to bring this up, especially while you were here -- I figured you'd then start giving him helpful hints to make a point, and then things woulda got realllly ugly...

But maybe you just felt more 'comfortable' with me, your friend.  I'm sure that was it...

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes

by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 06:17:34 PM EST
[ Parent ]
Do you really want me to go into the substance of my argument about your driving? :) You know, the whole distinction between the polite-aggressive and incompetent-competent axes?

Wind power
by Jerome a Paris (etg@eurotrib.com) on Fri Jul 30th, 2010 at 04:55:25 AM EST
[ Parent ]
It's ok - I have it memorized.  And besides - I was just about to ask for a subject change -- the topic is giving me flashbacks!

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes
by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Fri Jul 30th, 2010 at 12:47:37 PM EST
[ Parent ]
One of the constant causes of irritation with myself and the ex were the constant criticism that I did not change gear at the right point, so its not always that way between male and female.

Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.
by ceebs (ceebs (at) eurotrib (dot) com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 03:28:24 PM EST
[ Parent ]
Oooh, misuse of gears is a crime deserving prison

keep to the Fen Causeway
by Helen (lareinagal at yahoo dot co dot uk) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 05:21:10 PM EST
[ Parent ]
I used the gears absolutely fine, just not at exactly the point that she decided I should.

Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.
by ceebs (ceebs (at) eurotrib (dot) com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 05:26:18 PM EST
[ Parent ]
When I was in LA a few months back I was surprised (sort of) to see as many people bicycling around town as I did. This was in the Hollywood/West Hollywood area. Lots of walking too, or at least it seemed.

Going east-west anywhere in LA is death. Just insane. Once the Expo Line and the Subway to the Sea are finished, it will be a dramatic improvement.

It was great to see you again, Izzy, and of course good to see Jerome, who made an excellent player on our Netroots Nation pub quiz team (even though all the questions were about either the US federal government or about Las Vegas, so our hope that his international knowledge would have come in handy didn't quite work out).

And the world will live as one

by Montereyan (robert at calitics dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 02:12:24 PM EST
Yeah, there is actually quite a bit of walking/cycling, but it depends on the area.  And, admittedly, in areas like Santa Monica, you will see people doing that for 'exercise' and then getting in their cars to go to the store.  But not so much in places like Silverlake, where people don't always use cars.

J did tease us because, after the third day, we did drive to a local eatery that was only, like, 4 blocks away, but I swear that was a special circumstance -- I honestly didn't think I could make it!  Hell, if I could've driven from the hotel room to the convention floor in Vegas, THAT woulda come in handy!

It was really good to see you, too, and I hope you'll drop me a line if you're down this way.  And, didn't we all know J would make a great quiz team addition?  Everyone dodged a bullet by my abstention!  But, you!  You're a maniac!  Like a walking encyclopedia!

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes

by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 06:39:23 PM EST
[ Parent ]
Yep. I certainly contributed my share on the pub quiz team. David Dayen of FireDogLake (and formerly of Calitics) was the real master - but then he IS a two-time Jeopardy champion.

I try to walk or bike here in Monterey as much as possible. Primarily because it is too stunningly gorgeous to not do so, but also because Monterey is a very walkable/bikeable community and to drive around would just be a crime.

And the world will live as one

by Montereyan (robert at calitics dot com) on Thu Jul 29th, 2010 at 07:45:41 PM EST
[ Parent ]
So the whole thread has turned into a discussion of driving mores -I suppose this is fitting given LA's reputation to be a car place.

We did walk a lot, but what struck me most is how people will casually drive 5-10km to go buy groceries (or tyres) or to go get takeaway food.

Wind power

by Jerome a Paris (etg@eurotrib.com) on Fri Jul 30th, 2010 at 05:02:01 AM EST
Jerome a Paris:
what struck me most is how people will casually drive 5-10km to go buy groceries (or tyres) or to go get takeaway food
Welcome to suburbia. In many places the alternative to casually driving 5 miles to get groceries is to casually walk 5 miles to get groceries.

With the newer style of tract development in the last 10 years or so there may not be a convenience store (or any kind of commercial space) within miles of a residential subdivision. So if you run out of milk for your past-the-sell-by-date cereal you have to displace yourself a mile or five. And then you might as well drive to a big supermarket...

By laying out pros and cons we risk inducing people to join the debate, and losing control of a process that only we fully understand. - Alan Greenspan

by Migeru (migeru at eurotrib dot com) on Fri Jul 30th, 2010 at 05:07:46 AM EST
[ Parent ]
Also true in rural areas.

I walked to my nearest store and back a few years ago. It took two and a half hours in freezing weather.

I suppose it might have been quicker if I had a horse.

by ThatBritGuy (thatbritguy (at) googlemail.com) on Fri Jul 30th, 2010 at 06:57:17 AM EST
[ Parent ]
I was there in august when temps in the valley were up past 100F (40C) and walking any distance is definitely not for northern europeans fresh off the plane. My brolly got a lot of use as a sunshade.

Besides, who the hell walks when they go to buy tyres ?

keep to the Fen Causeway

by Helen (lareinagal at yahoo dot co dot uk) on Fri Jul 30th, 2010 at 06:56:52 AM EST
[ Parent ]
Besides, who the hell walks when they go to buy tyres ?

Exactly!  You need the car with you to fix the tires!  And we have a walkable store, but I took him to the nicer one so he could pick his dinner wine to have in -- I was being NICE!  

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes

by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Fri Jul 30th, 2010 at 12:59:33 PM EST
[ Parent ]
Isn't the point that a set of tyres is kinda cumbersome to carry back to your car on foot?

By laying out pros and cons we risk inducing people to join the debate, and losing control of a process that only we fully understand. - Alan Greenspan
by Migeru (migeru at eurotrib dot com) on Fri Jul 30th, 2010 at 01:10:56 PM EST
[ Parent ]
I haven't laughed so much in a long time!  I've only met you both once at a meet-up in Paris, but this diary encapsulates perfectly the way I would have expected the pair of you to interact at close quarters... you have a gift for sit-com writing, Izzy, and J is a compulsive character for inclusion in a French/American Borat style sit-com farce.  I'm surprised you didn't take him for Freedom Fries...

Index of Frank's Diaries
by Frank Schnittger (mail Frankschnittger at hot male dotty communists) on Thu Aug 5th, 2010 at 06:45:32 PM EST
Glad you enjoyed it, Frank -- it's always a pleasure to know that my deep trauma has made someone giggle!

I actually had planned to take him for French dip sandwiches at Phillipe's, but he was having none of it.  Also, while waiting for the tires, we ended up at ihop (it was the only place in walking distance).  I urged him to order the french toast, but he insisted on the pancakes, even though I informed him they were the worst.

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes

by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Fri Aug 6th, 2010 at 03:31:53 AM EST
[ Parent ]
I did not eat any pancakes! I had an omelette - YOU had the pancakes!!

Wind power
by Jerome a Paris (etg@eurotrib.com) on Fri Aug 6th, 2010 at 09:07:40 AM EST
[ Parent ]
No, I had bacon and eggs with French toast.  I was sure you had pancakes with that omelette.  Don't I remember urging you to try the syrups?  I distinctly remember wondering how it happened that you were going to end up with the worst pancakes while I was right there.  

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes
by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Fri Aug 6th, 2010 at 12:00:39 PM EST
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