Thunderstorm

A thunderstorm is coming. It is quiet but the still rumble that shakes my heart is in the distance. After a long weekend with General Conference (Mormon) and the end of a play followed by a long couple of days filled with work, my body and my brain want to jump up into the night and rebel. As a child, I used to go dance in the rain during thunderstorms and if I wasn't allowed out, I would sit by the window of our house in Cincinnati to try to be as close to the wild wind as I could. Sitting between the rustling houseplants, I felt freer than ever before. It is that same freedom I feel when I drive with windows open at more than 100 miles per hour, or jumping off the high diving board, or riding a roller coaster. Everything is lost in the beautiful sensation of power. The rain and wind falling all around produce an euphoria and I want to lose myself in a Mother Nature I have never met. Forgetting the assignments I have, I want to dance around until I am part of the storm.

But I won't. I will sit by the window and read my book. As a child, I wanted to be everything. I wanted to live forever and learn everything there was to know. I wanted to read every book ever written and name every star I'd ever seen. But now, I am only left with remnants of that beautiful embracing wonder I used to have. The tornado warning siren just went off and I remember the first time I saw the movie Twister in the theater. I wanted to go chase tornados and part of me still does. But I grew up. I want so many other things beyond simple sensation. I've experienced pain and illness. I've seen death and it doesn't scare me. It makes me appreciate every feeling I have. When I was a child, I thought I could have everything. I now know that I can't, but what I know was gained through suffering, which is something I didn't believe in as a child. Suffering and agony are what make me want to go dance in the rain and they are why I still sit next to the windows during a storm. Because I now know how precious this pure sensation will always be.

When a guy asks you to a game night . . .

When a guy doesn't ask you out, but asks you to a game night he is having at his place for friends, what is that? I asked this guy out more than a week ago, and I'm into him, but I don't think he's into me. Then he asked me to this game night over at his place. It was me, another girl I know, and the rest were guy friends of his from med school. It was fun and I had fun, but I think it is definitely signaling that we are just friends. But there was only one other girl there, so maybe he likes me a little but isn't sure if I like him. I don't know how to read signals at all and I don't know how to flirt, so I am really bad at communicating subtle relationship stuff without saying it. Relationship communication is always very ambiguous and can be interpreted so many ways, it confuses the more straight-forward of us. I could ask questions circling around forever, but I would still end with the fact that I don't know if he likes me and I'm not sure how to subtly indicate that I like him. I ask him questions, talk with him, go to his game nights, show concern for decisions he has to make. I don't really know how to do much more. I'm not one of those girls who can flirt or indicate interest in a guy without even thinking about it. The only flirting I can do is when I'm pretending to be someone else in a play and the lines are already given to me and they tell me where to move. Anyway, much as I like this guy, I think I'm going to have to give up and ask someone else out in a couple more weeks when I find some time after my play opens and closes. I have to give up on this though I like this guy and feel comfortable talking and having fun with him. I may not like the next one. I'm not that picky, but sometimes the most random things put me off.

Why BYU rating #1 as institution with both hot and smart students is not true and not something to be proud of.

So this article was posted recently and since I recently graduated from BYU, it was posted by many friends on facebook. Colleges Where Students are Hot and Smart 2013 I actually didn't like this so-called survey since it had no scientific basis and because of the methods involved. The survey is based on calling students and getting their opinions of the campus' level of hotness. This would be fine if it was looking for individual opinions and not using unverified opinions as research data. Beauty or hotness is not something that can be qualified because "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" as the old saying goes. And if it can't be defined, it can't be quantified. So what does this survey tell us? This tells us that the people called from BYU are
1. Very enthusiastic about their campus
2. Good at lying
3. or delusional.

This may seem mean because we do believe that every person is a child of God and that they have infinite worth, but this survey is wrong (I hope). I think all people do have worth, but beauty is not equivalent to worth. "Hotness" is something that society has dictated to have value. The fact that the person quoted in the article said that "Everyone at BYU is very attractive; I've yet to see an ugly person here" makes me wonder if people who aren't attractive are invisible to her. Was I invisible to her? There is the argument that she was talking about inner beauty, but if so she shouldn't have gone on to describe physical appearance. She actually went on to describe a dress code we have at the school that may constitute "beauty" in her mind, but it is her own interpretation of it if that is so. That would be the delusional aspect of my three points - that people pretend ugly people don't exist, don't want to see them, or have created their own definition of a word.

The methods of the survey tend to favor those campus students called who don't have any ugly people on campus, which is a lie. There are people everywhere who do not meet the world's standards of beauty. I think they are just as worthy of the best in life, but why do we feel that we need to call people beautiful? I'm not beautiful. I'm cute on my better days (which is the only time I allow pictures to be taken). Why do people feel the need to lie about students being beautiful? It is because our society has put such a high value on beauty that we want to make sure everyone has this value? Beauty by society's standards is not something I think should be valued above honesty and telling the truth. But I will admit that beauty has a very high value at BYU, as in the rest of the world to the point that someone would feel it necessary to lie because she is afraid of truly examining her love of beauty as opposed to looking at ugly people who are just as worthy and full of value as anyone, not dependent on society's standards.

As a religious institution, we believe in having different standards from society and this survey worries me because there are ugly people on BYU campus. It bothers me that people would be more concerned about beauty than telling the truth (which is part of a code of honor at our school in addition to our dress code). As much as the world wants us to value beauty, it is fleeting. Honesty is forever.

Game change for me (I think)

Rules of life:

1. Ask guys out. They aren’t asking you out and if you want to find a good one, you might as well ask them out.

(I started this list when I turned thirty and realized I had only been asked out by one guy ever. I was cute, not overweight, smart, talkative, nerdy, and on the whole pretty awesome according to biased sources. So, since I wanted to get married and have kids, I decided to ask guys out. This may seem a bit forward, but there was nothing left to be done since I dislike online dating. I used to be extremely shy as a kid and over the years I sort of got over that, but it comes back sometimes. Asking guys out is when it comes back. But I need to get over that and just do it, since I never have before. So, I asked a guy out. Via text. Much easier than in person and over the phone. He accepted and we went out. It was great. We have somewhat similar backgrounds and he’s really cool. He’s into extreme sports and martial arts. Frankly, he is way more awesome than me. He also seems to not be totally into settling down, etc. But anyway, this date lead me to make up some more rules.)

2. Don’t mention naked Greek-style wrestling ever. (Yeah, sometimes my mind makes the strangest, worst connections.)

3. Don’t mention anything involving eating disorders, rehab, psychological issues and any problems stemming from those things until like date five or so. (I didn’t mention this, but I had to make the decision to be very vague right there when he asked me about my crazy adventures. I stuck to vague round-about talk about high school and mentioned my spur-of-the-moment camping trips, which I loved taking. This goes on to another conversational rule.)

4. Do not talk about professional cycling too much unless he’s into that. (I allowed him to judge me and mentioned that this made me a nerd for liking cycling, but I may have mentioned it too much.)

5. Don’t ask him out on a second date. (Since I asked him out first, this seems a solid rule. First, it determines whether he likes you or not since if he doesn’t like you that way or doesn’t want a relationship, he won’t ask you out. I decided this is a good rule since I think I like this guy more than he likes me. This may suck, but it’s better to let him be the decider of whether you will be in a relationship. I may mention what a good time I had when I see him next, but that’s it. I may be slightly desperate, but getting into a relationship that wouldn’t go anywhere isn’t worth it. This guy was a bit out of my league, but really sweet and he likes Pink Floyd and Sherlock. I may want to go out again, but most guys I know consider me friend material. According to guys, I am not date and girlfriend material. Which points out again rule #1.)

6. Wait a week and if he doesn’t ask you out, find someone else and ask them out. (I would really like to have a kid before I can’t, so that means giving up and moving on to try someone else. There are other guys out there and maybe one of them will think you are awesome. Giving up is not an option.)

I will keep you updated on any more rules that come along. There probably will be more since I am new to dating and not that great at it.

Life Crisis

I decided that it was about time to have another identity crisis. I was about to turn thirty on Friday and on Wednesday, I was cast in a play as a fifteen year old high school student. That would have been fine if all the other people cast were older too. They were not. This is a college student production and all the other people cast were eighteen to twenty years old. I am the only grad student and an old one at that. I don’t look like it though which is why I was cast as the youngest character in the play. The play has eight high school students and I am the younger sister of the main character, making me the youngest. I didn’t think being cast as someone half my age would be an unpleasant experience, but it was. One of the resolutions I made when I was coming up on my thirtieth birthday was to stop lying about my age, which I have been successfully doing for years. I usually admit to twenty four or twenty five. But now I am letting everyone know I was turning thirty. Then a few days later I receive confirmation that I still resemble a high schooler. I would have been fine with college age but high school age is too much. I almost feel insulted by my face. I want to tell it to look older.

But this is where the crisis comes in. I think I do look older. I have fine lines around my eyes. My forehead is more bumpy and one wrinkle sometimes stays put. After staring at the mirror and seeing evidence of my decay, I want to yell at the undergraduates of the world and ask them why they cannot see I definitely look much older than all of them. That didn’t happen, but I wanted it to. It really makes me question the order of death and destruction in the world when I now look younger than I used to look, or the same as I have looked for the last fifteen years. I finally figured out the best hairstyle for me and in the last couple months have got it as close to perfection as I can. I finally started using face cream after I got back from Europe a few months ago. I guess the real problem is that I thought I would be further along in life by the time I was thirty, and that I would look it too. Thinking back to my first identity crisis when I was nine, this one is barely a blip, but that nine year-old expected her thirty-year-old counterpart to at least have been on more dates and be married by this point. I had a real job for a while before going back to school, so I don’t feel like a failure on that front.

This crisis is nothing like a couple others I’ve had. I started lying about my age to avoid crisis. Acceptance and being okay with my age was something of a healthy move. But was it? Should I have kept lying to myself? I don’t think I mind being thirty. Being single and thirty is more troubling. Just ask my parents. Being single, thirty, and being unable to date anyone your age because you look like a kid is torture. Have you ever had a crush on a guy and then discovered he is ten years younger than you? It is a bit disturbing. And if it is disturbing for me, I can imagine it’s worse for the guy.

Maybe I can just put this down to being in too many rehearsals for Oedipus at Colonus or reading too much Freud for my psychoanalytic literature class this semester. Or maybe I’m cursed to be single and look far too young the rest of my life. It may sound good but it isn’t.

Flying into the past

I love the idea of flying west to east across the international date line into the night cutting through it to see the dawn. I also love the idea of flying east to west across the Pacific to try to stay in the light. On this flight from Beijing to San Francisco, I slept a bit, watched some programming, read, and watched some Downton Abbey. One more episode to finish the second season. Anything over six hours in a plane becomes extremely uncomfortable and a bit of a marathon. I have two hours left of this flight and I probably don't smell great or look too great. Once I get to San Francisco, I can change clothes, use some body spray, deodorant. Maybe a store will have some dry shampoo, but no certainties. I should be back in St. Louis in twelve hours and in twenty-six hours I will be heading to a rehearsal. I am going to miss that day of rest I had scheduled which was swallowed by my cancelled flight in Beijing. Luckily my room is clean and many of my clothes are clean, I just have to unpack and buy some food and caffeinated beverages. Then class on Monday. Back to busyness and not looking forward to it yet.
Now we are approaching San Francisco and the sky begins to turn blue from the black it was before. The dark of the ocean blends with the lighter azure of the sky. Then comes the line of palest yellow which fades to the palest blue with no green between - straight yellow to blue. Then we descend to the fog and I can no longer tell what is sea and sky. Slowly blue fades to white and I see the tops of clouds and pink demarcates the sky and a final horizon. The pink spreads to peach and purple and a smeared watercolor sits above the white clouds. No wonder we flew so fast to meet the dawn. The molten honey of the sun outlines the faded plum mountains of a distant fairyland. Deep purple blue darkness breaks out from beneath the clouds and I don't know if it is sea or mountains until one shows a velvety moss covering wrapped in morning gray. All becomes clear as rough mountains frame the end of the color-streaked sky but mist still obscures more past the horizon as we fly into the mist and leave clarity behind.
But the concerning thing about flying west to east across the Pacific is that technically I arrived in San Francisco before I left Beijing. I am now in the past because I have now been in two places twice at the same time. A bit trippy.

Last day in Beijing - take two

I got to the airport on time. I got through security and immigration with less fuss than I have ever experienced in China. I didn't even get the pat down that everyone else was subjected to. It was all really going too well. I sat a little bit away from the gate at a charging station watching some Downton Abbey season two I have yet to watch and painting my fingernails. Then the flight was delayed and the gate changed. They gave us a free lunch but there was a long line to get it, so I used the last of my RMB to get a sandwich. But this was no ordinary sandwich. I bought it at a cafe, thinking that would make it more normal, but instead of what I thought I saw (two sandwiches cut in half and stack on top of each other in the package), I got something else entirely. I got a single sandwich, five pieces of bread high with filling between every slice, cut in half, I would have had to unhinge my jaw to eat such a sandwich, so I ended up eating one slice at a time with filling above and below. I got some decent cheesecake to cheer me up after that. Then I watched a bit more Downton Abbey before I realized I was at the wrong gate. I had heard the woman say E36 when she was trying to pronounce E26 to me. So I went to the right gate just as they cancelled the flight. Then the fun began.

I really don't like standing in lines and the Chinese can't queue to save their lives. People cut all the time. They are more of a narrow moving clump of people than a line, so people all seem to think it is okay to move in front of people. I had to stand in a clump to go back through immigration (they opened a special place just for our flight but it was a big flight). Then I had to stand in a clump to wait for the shuttle to the hotel. Then at the hotel I had to stand in a clump to check in, but thankfully before I was in that clump too long, they gave me a voucher and told me to have dinner first so I could check in later. This seemed like a good idea and with the wifi in the hotel, I was able to email Kitz and Dad to tell them where I was. They came out after I checked into my room and I had second-dinner with them. Then we watched a bit of the Discovery Channel before they went back and I painted my toe nails while watching a show about a guy who went to Shaolin to learn karate on National Geographic I think. Anyway, I'm going to take a couple hours sleep but not too much (so I can sleep on the plane) then get up and try to leave Beijing again tomorrow.

Last days in Beijing

So the last Saturday I was in Beijing, Dad and I went to Ladies' Street to look around, but we didn't find much there. Neither my father or I are really good at shopping. We like to get what is needed and leave so going to a place with no end goal in mind is not fun. So we went on a long cold walk. I found a nice leather shoulder bag which I did not haggle hard enough for according to Kitz. Then we walked back and tried to find a shortcut back but failed miserably. We ended up in this large and rundown apartment complex that was completely walled except for the entrance we came in. So while we could see the apartment building on the other side of the wall, we had to turn around and go back the way we came and walk the long way around. After we had another stop for groceries, we got back and watched The Avengers and then started the long saga of all three extended versions of Lord of the Rings. Dad hadn't seen it for many years and we did just see The Hobbit in Korea.

Kitz was at work and got home to us with pizza watching Peter Jackson movies. She has had to work eight days straight, so she also had to work tomorrow on Sunday. Irena, Dad, and I got to church then went back home to more Lord of the Rings. We took a break when Kitz got home and watched the David Tennant and Catherine Tate play of Much Ado About Nothing, then tumbled into bed.

On my last day in Beijing, I went to the Yonghe Lama Temple. The air was filled with incense and most of the people were kowtowing to buildings, paintings, and statues. One of the Buddhas was so tall he reminded me of the giant Stay-Puff marshmallow man from Ghostbusters. I was just peering up and up at him. It really was a lovely visit. I have given up on audio tours again because of their many annoying qualities so it was nice to just walk through and see. I took so long I missed the 11:30 drum performance at the Drum and Bell towers I visited next. There was an interesting exhibit on ancient Chinese methods of time-keeping in the drum tower and more about bells and letting people know the time in the Bell Tower. They were not as nice as the temple, but decent.

Afterwards off to Qianmen to do some final shopping where I got my picture taken with three generations of a family. One woman asked for a picture, and I said yes. Then out jumped eleven or so people. We got a few then I took a picture with each grand parent individually then the grandchild individually. So that was fun. Then back to the apartment to pack. Kitz, Dad, Irena, and I went to dinner then finished up the cast commentary of The Return of the King.
The next morning Kitz was working at home as I prepared to take off for the airport and now I am breathlessly waiting for father and driver to come. They are late.

Summer Palace in Winter

So after a day of sick and coughing rest, I ventured out to the Summer Palace. Kitz and Dad were both at work, so I had to find out how to add money to the metro card and get out there on my own. I got the typical stares from the occasional person on the subway and at the Summer Palace. I got to climb around on some hills to the top of the hill with the Bhuddist temple housing an incredibly large bodhisattva right behind another temple with another large bodhisattva. I got to take some pictures of other Chinese people visiting (blonde girl by herself in China looks safe or like she won't steal a camera) and got my picture taken with some Chinese tourists. I also got a few Chinese trying their English out on me including a couple really young soldiers who seemed to only know the word "beautiful." In between this failed attempt at flirting and conversation attempts, I did get to see some amazing vistas, many with caves and stairs leading to them. Some buildings were even built directly into the rock. Despite the cold weather, I spent about five hours outside walking and wandering around. I'm still a bit sick, so wandering around the entire lake and up and down hills was not the beat decision, but I'm tired of trying to recover by lying in bed since it hasn't seemed to be helping. So I wandered and thought about the stupidity of building a marble boat. It seems completely purposeless. So did most of the bridges, but they were all beautiful.

An interesting thing was the acceptance of breaking the rules. There were signs all over the place that no one should walk on the iced lake which the Summer Palace is built around. But considering the hundreds of people walking across the lake with the police looking on, it seems like rules don't really exist

except as signs. Whole families were all walking across with babies balanced between adult hands. This was their ice skating with shoes and a short cut to walking around the lake. I thought about joining for a few seconds, but the danger of walking across a lake with warnings not to walk on it dissuaded me easily. I prefer ice skating with skates and at a place where I am not scared of falling through the ice. It probably makes me a less exciting person when I decide to not walk on a lake, but I was cold enough without being wet. Frankly, breaking the rules is exciting because it makes you different. If everyone is breaking the rules it is not as fun or exciting, so less attractive. But all the people on the ice shuffling along was beautiful.

During all my wandering and climbing, Irena called because she needed a place to stay and Kitz and Dad thought I was at home. I had Dad take a break and walk over to let her in eventually then I finished my frigid wandering and took the metro home. It was not until I warmed up and ate a very late lunch or early dinner that the cough began again. So, I stayed home for the night and watched something on television. I don't remember what.

On my own in Korea

Illness caught up with me. I've been sick since a couple days after I arrived in China, but I've just kept going with medication. You can't be sick for Christmas and traveling. But we went to The Hobbit and then back to the bookstore on New Year's Eve, and by the time we were at the bookstore and found a place to eat, I was not feeling well and in a bad mood to reflect it. We did find a great Italian restaurant to eat at and I bought some Lacan and Žižek to elevate the mood a bit then we got some food. Wait, no I was confused. We got the Italian after the bookstore. Wandering around a frigid Seoul while not feeling good turns most things into a tunnel so you only have in mind getting to your destination. You walk and walk even though you don't want to, but you keep going. Earlier when I was wandering around Seoul on medication it felt surreal, but now the medication was no longer effective and by 6 pm on New Year's Eve, I just wanted to sleep. So I did. I woke up in time to say goodbye to the old year and hello to the new one, but not that much more. I believe Ken and April were having a party, but am really not too sure. 

Anyway, after so much sleeping (and a great deal of coughing), I woke up the next morning and felt slightly better. My father and Kitz were still sleeping, but Dad and I went to get some breakfast and brought something back for Kitz. We bought tickets for Les Miserables movie that night, so Kitz and Dad relaxed until then and I went out since it was my last day in Korea. They can go quite often, but it's a bit harder for me. So I ventured out with a map, some won, and no knowledge of Korean. I went to this little "traditional Korean village" they recreated in the middle of Seoul by moving five houses there from different parts of the country. They also had a ice sculpture village from New Year's celebrations. I was the only westerner there, so that was fun. I got a few strange looks, but not nearly as bad as China. People (especially old people) look at me strangely all the time. Even in Beijing. But off I went to the village and got back in time to take a taxi to Gangnam (where we see our English language movies). Kitz was getting pretty sick by this point and didn't get much out of the movie since she had a massive headache. We went back and she slept and then we left in the morning for Beijing.

To Korea and Beyond!

So two flights in one day and multiple terminal transfers and taxi rides are exhausting to the extreme. I was motion sick and tired by the end of the day and fell asleep well in advance of Ekitzel flying in. And since I wasn't awake, Dad didn't stay awake and Ekitzel ended up having to wake up April to let her in. I'm sick and Ken and April are also both sick, so we've been having fun. I've been dosing up on medication to do stuff around Seoul. We went to the temple Saturday morning and then went to the Gyeongbokgung palace after I got lunch and medication. We arrived just as the guard was being changed with drums and flags and colorful costumes. It was exciting and I liked it.

We wandered around the palace just as it was beginning to snow. So we slowly got more wet and cold as we wandered in the snow and eventually ended up in the Folk Museum, which was awesome. Then we wended our way back to Ken and April's to see when The Hobbit was showing. Unfortunately we can't buy tickets online since we aren't Korean and you really need to buy them ahead of time to get tickets at all. But just then as we were flipping channels, Fellowship of the Ring just started. So, I watched that as Dad and Kitz got me food with directions to a good place for food from Ken. More cheese pizza for me since that has no meat but it was quite good. Then Kitz got more sleep since she hadn't slept much the night before.

Today we got a bit lost trying to get to church, but I was feeling better before we walked around a frigid Seoul for 40 minutes or more. After that I started to feel hot with a fever again (everyone else was cold) and my head began trying to give me enough pain to stop me from walking. But we made it to church halfway through sacrament meeting where Kitz met her old boss from the BYU library and a guy I had a German class with recognized me (since we all know I have problems recognizing people). But we stayed for the meetings and wandered over to have lunch near the statue and museum for King Sejong. He established the Korean alphabet as different from using Chinese characters. There's a whole museum for him and it is next to a very large bookstore, which we browsed (they had a great philosophy section all in English including tons of Zizek and even a few Butler). After doughnuts and hot chocolate at Dunkin Donuts, we went back and watched the television which is where I am now - being very unproductive.

A Great Wall and Guilin Christmas

One of the few man-made structures that can be seen from space is the Great Wall of China and I have now been to it. We went to a portion of the wall that was not as crowded on a day that was supposed to be very cold and windy. It snowed the night before and there were very few people on the wall that morning and it was not very cold in the sun since the unexpected wind did not arrive until later. So we all wandered and climbed, joined by an Aussie family with four little girls. There was a chute to slide down from the wall on our section and we took advantage of it. Sliding down a concrete chute on a metal platform with wheels and few if any safety constraints just makes the sliding more fun. Just like rocking the unsafe ski lift car which only has a bar holding you in over a long drop is fun. I did that on the way up to the wall. But the wall was beautiful even absent the Mongol hoards. We climbed past a sign telling us not to walk further (or a Chinglish version of that) since it was unsafe. Trees and shrubs were growing and had helped the slow process of time erode the wall-top. We walked along that section until it really looked dangerous to go further. Then we went back to the chute. Samily and her cousin we left very far back waiting for us sitting on the cold stairs by the snack stand. After that we got some lunch at a really nice place nearby and began the long drive back to the city and the traffic. Lots of insane traffic. We went to begin the food shopping for the Christmas party at one of the foreign food shops and then went home to watch the television.

Sunday happened with not much going on then Monday Dad and I were left on our own to get a few more things for the party and presents for people. Christmas was Christmas and we had the party and watched movies all day long. Frankly, Dad and I stayed up way too late for our early flight the next day. I've been having problems sleeping anyway, so I got up early (4 am) like I had been the last couple of days I'd been in China. Then packed and showered we found a taxi to the airport and flew off to Guilin.

While some people were still celebrating Christmas, Dad and I climbed to the top of a karst where there was a Buddhist shrine. Guilin is in the middle of a range of karsts, a geological formation of mountains from an ancient mountains on the sea floor. Over thousands of years in the air they have eroded and now sharply stick up into the sky high above the plain. They are also covered in ferns an foliage appropriate to a semi-tropical climate. Dad and I got a cab to the hotel and walked around. Just around the corner we found one of the places I wanted to visit - Jingjiang Prince's Palace. It used to be a palace but is now Guilin Normal University. Inside the compound there is a karst with a shrine on top and carved around the karst are many many engravings, some hundreds of years old. There is also a cave where an ancient Bhuddist retreated from the world and a reading cave. Yeah, a Reading Cave. A cave dedicated to reading. My dream come true. Unfortunately it

wasn't so great to look at, but the fact that other people want caves for reading gives me hope. But the peace cave was nice and the karst was amazing to climb and see the city and mountains surrounding it. Frankly though it was fun to just wander around in the cool wet air (non-polluted). Dad and I got warmer clothes before we did the serious wandering (after pizza of course). While we were in the University compound, we saw a barber pole and Dad stopped to get a much-needed haircut. Luckily, my limited Chinese was enough to negotiate this. I can also handle orders at a restaurant and cab instructions if I know the Chinese name of where we are going. One phrase I use quite a bit is "too expensive" but then they assume I can understand anything they say when I really don't know much. But I have also been using the phrase "Don't want" excessively as well whether the person who wants to sell me something speaks English or Chinese. I really hardly buy much for myself. It feels wasteful.

Anyway, Dad got his hair cut by the barber on campus then we wandered and found a Spanish restaurant. It was run by a northern Chinese man who studied in Spain for a number of years. My dad loved it. The food was Spanish and good and he could speak to someone in Spanish. Considering Dad leaves me to do most of the speaking in Chinese, he misses communicating with people. The next day on a river cruise on the Li River he got to speak with many of the foreigners on the boat. Of course he talks mostly about business but it is quite interesting. But enough about my very interesting an communicative father since he reads this blog upon occasion. I can only hope he learns tonal languages in the next life.

But back to the river cruise. We had to get up early to get picked up by our guide and wandered over to the Sheraton to get a breakfast, but it was mostly Chinese and not very good. But at seven am in the morning in Guilin, beggars can't be choosers. Since it was pouring, we both dressed warmly and brought umbrellas. Martin, the English-speaking guide who had called the night before arrived and on the drive to the wharf, the rain let up. It still sprinkled on and off all day with a few downpours, but not too bad. We were seated with a newly-wed Swiss couple who were very nice. But for the first few hours we were out taking pictures with breaks to go inside and warm up. The Li River winds through a range of karsts and the scenery is breathtaking. It had me replaying the Jurassic Park theme in my head and imagining we might be about to meet King Kong (scenery

from Peter Jackson's version). We had some atrocious lunch and saw the landscape from the back of the 20 yuan note. After a four hour boat ride, we ended in Yangshuo and took a car out to some village and farm area. We were supposed to bike but with the occasional downpour still threatening, Martin decided driving was better. Then we drove back to Guilin and saw some pagodas on the way.

We walked over to the pagodas after we got back to take pictures since there weren't many left after the Cultural Revolution. While we were doing that a Chinese English teacher began to talk to us. He was from Yangshuo where we visited earlier in the day and talked with us (mostly my Dad) for about half an hour as he walked us over to his favorite restaurant. This was not nearly as good as the Spanish Restaurant we ate at the night before but we had been wandering around in the cold and my medicine had run out so I stopped feeling good and wanted to be in the warmth and then get to bed. So I ordered for us both and we ate and then went back to the hotel. We have been watching this series from the BBC called Parade's End. My dad started to watch it because it was based on the books by Ford Maddox Ford, written by Tom Stoppard, and had Benedict Cumberbatch starring. But the pirated DVD  he had stopped working after only two episodes. So I found it for him and we have been watching it. It is quite good. The night before we watched the fourth episode and The Dark Knight Rises (I gave it to him for Christmas since he hadn't seen it yet.). That night we watched the fifth and final episode of Parade's End and a little of a movie of the play of Much Ado About Nothing with David Tennant and Catherine Tate. Unfortunately, a miracle happened and I figured out how to turn the heat on in the hotel room. The previous night, as many

buttons as I pushed, I could only get it a barely-tolerable 15 degrees Celsius. But I pushed enough buttons and it got up to a toasty 20 degrees, which was warm enough to send Dad right to sleep only about 20 minutes after Much Ado About Nothing started. We went to bed but I actually woke up at around midnight because it was too hot and I had to turn the temperature down. I stayed up to download all the Lijiang and Yangshuo photos so I could clean off my SD card then slept again when it got cool enough.

We had to get up early for an early flight to Beijing and then on to Seoul. I had requested a taxi the night before since we didn't see any when we got up early the previous morning to find breakfast, but the taxi was fifty percent more expensive than the taxi ride from the airport to the hotel because early morning rides are more expensive and we had to pay in advance to assure him we would be there and assure us he would be there. So we rode off through the dark mist and the mountains back to the airport (which was mostly closed that early except one desk to check in the two early flights).

China craziness

So, after a long and strange semester I finished my last paper on land and labor within the medieval English economy and Piers Plowman. Then in a fit of euphoria enhanced by Dayquil, I proceeded to pack and clean with record speed. But I did take a break to party with my roommate, Ann, and her friends and then to go see Lincoln. These necessary breaks meant that I stayed up the whole night before going to the airport. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the insanity of finishing a long paper, or just my usual insanity, but I decided I was from Australia when I began to talk to my seat companion for my 12 hour flight. Kept it up the whole time. I told him I was from Perth and described it. I had no idea Perth was so boring but homelike until then. It really was more fun getting to know two people instead of just getting to know one. Anyway, after I arrived in Beijing, slept, and sobered up a bit, I realized I may possibly be the craziest person I know. Well, I guess I'll have to live with myself and whoever else is inside. At least it stopped me from talking too much about medieval English economics, since that only interests my father as he can talk with authority about economics. Anyway, my father and his driver easily spotted me at the airport, since I am always easily spotted in a crowd in China (blonde hair). We drove to the apartment and I made Dad watch a Canadian comedy (instead of another drama) after he figured out (with help from me) how to order pizza online and took me to his favorite food store and the nearby mall. I think I was helping him order the pizza because he needed someone to tell him what to order. Like myself, my father dislikes making decisions. So, despite the fact that I was not hungry, he made me decide what pizzas to get. I ended up angering my sister since I forgot she doesn't like olives and ordered a pizza with olives. Then Dad proudly showed me the local market and the many different kinds of juice he liked. I don't know if there was a purpose to us going there except to show me the cool places around. No idea why he took me there since I wasn't hungry, but he seemed to like going out to buy juice. Also, the trip to the mall was strange, but we walked around at which point I noticed that my painful shoulder muscles were not loosening up or getting less painful.

As a side note, my back and shoulder muscles have been really tight with the stress of writing papers and while carrying a very heavy duffle down the length of Denver Terminal B (about a mile), I believe I strained it. I didn't notice much on the flight to San Francisco, though it hurt carrying the bag in the airport. I definitely didn't notice much of anything on the twelve hour flight, but couldn't sleep much the first night in Beijing because of pain and jet lag. So, I am currently wearing a smelly Chinese medicine patch that seems to be reducing the inflammation. But I smell like minty Bengay and I hate the smell of Bengay. Worth it though.

After Ekitzel got home from work, she got to see all the goods I brought with me for consumption. These included massive amounts of Nyquil, contact moisturizing drops, toothpaste, salt and pepper shakers, a 7 pound tin of hot chocolate mix, and lots of Christmas cookies and chocolate. Dad began pretty quickly on Kitz's favorite Dutch caramel wafers. They will be gone soon. I hope she gets some before he eats them all. He also had some Gelt, though Hanukah ended last week. I now see that he ate my two bags of potato chips from the plane, made inroads into the Kinder Schokolade, and started with the Lebkuchen. I forgot this about my father - he never admits he's hungry, but if you leave food out he will eat it in his own time. Or like our Halloween candy, he will just taste it, everyday, a few pieces at a time. I hid my candy hoard every year from my brothers and sisters, but also from my Dad.

So after a very interrupted night last night, I got up to see the Beijing smog, took a shower, and rushed to try to get ready in time to go with Dad and Kitz to the metro station. It wasn't until the elevator that I realized I forgot my phone. So, they left and I went back. Then I went downstairs except I forgot what floor the entrance was on. I pushed E because it was lower than one and I thought it was like Europe. That was a strange floor with equipment. Then I thought maybe it was -1. Nope. For all the education I have, I still struggle to get out of buildings. It was floor 1, but they all have a similar looking elevator hallway as an excuse. I made it to the metro station on the other side of the mall, which I found with Kitz's directions. All these times though I was using a back entrance to the apartment complex which you needed a key card to get back into. I had only gone out with my Dad before, who had a key card, but I didn't have one. This will be relevant later on.

I was planning on going to Tiananmen Square today and seeing Mao's Mausoleum, but that didn't happen. It was right across the street, and I thought about going over, but I was following all the other people and they headed right to Tiananmen - Gate of Heaven Peace, leading to the Forbidden City. Not being capable of much coherent thought (blame finals, pain, cold medication, and being tired), I followed the crowd, figured out how to get my sister's camera to work with my SD card, and began taking pictures. No one asked me to be in a picture and I think it is because of the aura of crazy that seems to be currently generating from me. But I did get asked directions (in yet another place I am a stranger to) but that is because I look like I speak English and this Italian or Spanish lady must not have spoken Chinese. Anyway, I got my ticket and wandered around the Forbidden City for about four hours. The air was really bad today and the mask I borrowed wasn't working and steaming up my glasses, so by the end of four hours I was feeling very sick with a bad headache. So, I went back to the apartment.

Or I tried to. I got to the metro station on the other side of Tiananmen and transfered and got back to home station. Then I took the wrong exit to the street and couldn't see the mall. I knew I needed a key card to get in the back way, so I was going to have to go around. I found the Phoenix City apartment complex, but had to walk a ways to find an entrance that didn't require a key card. So, I got in and started looking for building F, though we live in building G (Kitz told me this later). I couldn't find anything above building E, and kept getting lost walking around the compound (it is very maze-like with gardens and playgrounds and covered walking trails). At this point I had been trying to find the building and wandering around for about 30 minutes. So, I texted my sister. Many times. She got back to me. I was in the wrong compound but then I couldn't find the door I came in since all the doors going out also needed a key card to get out of. Eventually, I got out and she directed me to the other compound, where I found the building waiting for me with clean air in the apartment and food and juice. Then I needed a nap. I uploaded photos while I waited for the painkillers to work. And they did and it was wonderful. And then I slept for an hour and a half and that was wonderful. Then I had to get up, get turned around on the metro, and go shopping with some of Kitz's friends which was not as wonderful. But then we had dinner and though I wasn't hungry, it was wonderful. I also saw some stretch cords I want at Uniqlo, and that was wonderful. Then we took a motorized pedicab home, which was wonderful (okay - maybe not so much).

Driving in the United States

More than a week ago, I drove from Provo to St. Louis in one go. I had only been back in the country (and time zone) for about a week at this point, but I felt my hours were still crazy enough to pull it off. And they were. Or I am still crazy enough to pull it off, which is inarguable. Anyway, I decided to finally drive through all of Colorado in the daylight. The last couple of times I have driven across Colorado, it has always been at night, and while I love to imagine gaping black holes of mountains and forests on either side of me while I drive, I decided it might be nice to see the whole thing again. The last time I saw Colorado in the daytime was more than a decade ago when I was driving the Ford Aspire aka "Ping" while my father was driving the airport bus aka "The White Whale" caravaning as we moved from Kansas City to Seattle. Memories of the landscape are vague. I most vividly remember losing my father (before the days when we both had cell phones) and both making long distance calls to my mother to find out where the other one was. Elinor was riding with me at that point and we got to stop in beautiful Idaho Springs, Colorado. I also remember when my tire blew out on a narrow two lane road down into Utah. I got to drive very slowly on the spare and there was a very long line of traffic by the time I got to the town in the valley.

This time was much less eventful. But very beautiful. I'm not sure how vistas of just trees and mountains can pull the breath out of you as you try to say anything relevant. Millions of years of geological and biological forces result in something that our petty version of aesthetics considers beautiful and there is nothing I can say to even describe the grandeur of these rooted rocks reaching up through soil, humus, and forests, all barely covering their surface. Anyway, after all this intense nature, I stopped in Denver to see The Dark Knight at a movie theatre. A nice break with some wifi to check email and facebook. Then the trip in the dark through Kansas. I stopped to nap twice and it was daylight by the time I recognized some exits around Kansas City. Before I left Utah, I was staying in the house I used to live in and camping on the bed I used to sleep on. I had been course marshaling the Tour of Utah bike race for the week before so I hadn't had a chance to see any movies or even sleep much the night before I began to drive. I needed those naps. I wasn't until afternoon that I reached St. Louis with a hotel reservation waiting. People entering Nirvana could not have felt as I did entering that hotel room. By the time I was driving into St. Louis, a massive hail storm was inundating the cars and road with sheets of rain designed expressly to make driving nearly impossible. After many many hours of driving, this was the last obstacle in my obstacle course across the states. And then I arrived in the largest hotel room I had stayed in in a very long time. Much larger than any in Europe - even the really nice ones. So nice and spacious. I immediately explored the hot tub to work out a stiff back before the heavenly collapse into bed.

But then the jet lag returned with a vengeance. Ever since returning from Europe, I had been encountering problems with experiencing a restful night. But now it was happening after driving across the country. Maybe it was because it was too easy. This wasn't like driving in Europe where I was constantly stressed about tickets being mailed to me if I was a couple kilometers per hour over the speed limit. I'm sure Switzerland is waiting to send a stack to me. This was just so easy. I just drove. No cameras, and if there were they wouldn't be mailing me a ticket from them. Maybe that was it. The long drive across the country wasn't hard enough. So, I wasn't tired enough to sleep in this beautifully soft bed. Maybe I should have stayed in Colorado under the mountains. Even if I couldn't sleep there, I could sit next to the unsleeping rocks, always awake and moving on a microscopic level or less. Watching the fast world that needs so much sleep.

The beginning of the end: Trieste and Venice

Well, after a beautiful drive through Slovenia, Google Maps and the directions involved ceased working as soon as we got to Italy. Somehow I directed us through Trieste to parking near the hotel only to discover upon check in that there was no internet. We have been pretty heavily relying on internet, so this was a blow. But the hotel was right down the street from the ocean and within walking distance to a lavanderie, so there were benefits. We washed clothes that night and fell into an exhausted slumber. Upon waking we set out in search for a beach. We started the search at about 8 am and didn't find it until 10 am. We used Google maps on Kitz's iPad. Despite these setbacks, it was a gorgeous day at the beach. We laid around, bought some granitas, swam some, and laid around some more. I could already feel the vacation fatigue taking me over a few days before when Kitz and I got into an argument because neither of us would make a decision about what we wanted to do in Vienna. I've done and seen so much, I'm not sure I want to do and see anything anymore. It is all beautiful, but I stopped planning. I stopped caring. I'm still loving it, but how much vacation can one person take?

Even on the beach, I was reading some Walter Benjamin to wake up my mind a bit. I've been reading him off and on, but I have started to really need him. Vacation is not something I do much of and until this summer, it has never been long term. So, I am here in Italy and enjoying it, but even more glad it is coming to an end. The beaches in Trieste are not sandy, but rocky. We went to a beach club and hired two lounge chairs for the day under the awning, though we pulled them in and out of the sun throughout the day. There were steps carved in rocks leading down to the sea, and the water was so cold and perfect. I love swimming in the sea with the waves and the salt water. I swam out nearly to the floating barriers so I could look at Trieste and the castelo right by the beach. Boats kept going into the harbor then out to the Adriatic. It was so perfect. I love days that seem so perfect because they are so perfect. That was one of them.

We visited the square of Trieste, ate some seafood, and poured on the apres soleil cream that night. Then we went to sleep quite late. This did not help the morning. Kitz woke up in a particularly nasty mood, caused by the beginnings of illness and being unable to find church that morning or use any free wifi in Italy because we didn't have an Italian phone number. I stopped talking to her until she cheered up, which wasn't for a while. We started out drive over to Venice early and (a miracle) I somehow directed us to the hotel without directions or a map of the area. We had a large map of Venice and environs, so I knew the approximate area, but with all the problems we have had in finding anything in Italy with directions, this was a miracle and appropriately called such. As soon as we got to the hotel, Kitz slept, and including breaks to eat, slept through the next day. I was fine with this day of doing very little, and proceeded to do very little. If she wasn't going to be better by the next day, Tuesday, I would be going to explore Venice myself. But after her very long sleep to stave off illness, she was better enough to explore. I had found a nearby market, so she was still eating, though not up to her standard.

We got to Venice by bus, and commenced the wandering. That's all I really wanted to do. When Kitz found out I was fine with getting lost in Venice (it's an island) with absolutely no goals of what to see, she was a bit upset. Well, that's what she gets if she leaves me in charge and I am vacationed-out. I didn't feel like making a single plan or even read much about what to see. If you have ever vacationed with me, my time is usually tightly scheduled and there are usually trails I want to hike, or things I want to do. This is the new me. The me who has had too much vacation. I really loved wandering. We went into some churches and shops. We stopped for lunch. Kitz used a map and we found some nice tourist-y spots, but for the main, we wandered. I would stop, take a picture. Kitz would try to figure out where we were. Eventually Kitz wanted to go to the Jewish Ghetto, so we did. We got to tour three of the original synagogues from the Ghetto. I also learned that the "Ghetto" or "Getto" in Venice is the original ghetto. The Jews were forced to move into an area by the foundry, which is why it was called the Getto, which means metal cast. The Germans naturally mispronounced it, and thus areas that were segregated and nominated "Jew areas" became "Ghettos." It was an awesome tour. It was quite small. A Spanish family was on it, but left half through, which left just us and four elderly French Jews. It was in English, but you had to be on a guided tour to see the synagogues, so I don't think they understood much, but they wanted to see. Very nice people.

Anyway, we wandered and then went back for the night to rest. The next day we went out to the "Garden Island" of Sant'Erasmo. Kitz was hoping to rent bikes so we could bike around this tiny island, but we never found the place to rent them. This island is quite small and very few people live there. I don't think you can ever drive full-size cars on the tiny roads here. They had some mini-trucks with three tires and I think a single cylinder engine. We walked to the beach and spent a few hours there, wading and sitting in the shallow water, then laying down to dry. I listened to To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf and read an interesting book called Wolves and Peasants 38% Notes 38% No Title 19% Dreamers 4%. I picked it up in Bologna at the modern art museum and liked it enough that Kitz insisted that I buy it. I have not regretted the purchase at all. I also stole Kitz's Economist to read when she wasn't looking. I've been listening to Virginia Woolf on and off, usually when Kitz is asleep since she and Virginia don't get along. I've read the book, so it is nice to just listen to it. After the beach, we wandered around the island. Kitz really wants to live in a little house with a garden. She wants to live on this island and if she ever comes back to Venice, she is going to stay at the one hostel there, even though the only way to get there is by waterbus. I just liked walking after laying down all day. I'm definitely getting fat, so we walked and eventually we found our way back to the waterbus to go back to Venice. Then another waterbus took us to the bus dropoff, then the bus took us back to the hotel. We got some food at the coop and I got yelled at by an Italian lady. They definitely have the crazy side to match the relaxed side.

Back at the hotel, I was done. I had to book some rooms for our drive back, but that was the end of my vacation.

But it doesn't end there. Does it? Driving back was another adventure. We somehow ended up driving through the Dolomites to Austria. Seriously, Google image search Dolomites. It was so beautiful. Kitz was a bit upset at all the shifting and her leg had a cramp by the end of the day. (I did offer to drive.) We got through them to Austria, then drove through the Alps. Also gorgeous. We were headed to this little Gasthof between Ulm and Stuttgart in the town of Wiesensteig. We finally got there and our entrance seemed magical. Though the freeway was nearby, you had to descend on a switchback paved road past sheep to get to the town and once you entered, you had to fall in love it was so adorable. The Gasthof we stayed in was just as cute. They had an old wooden dollhouse in one corner, fully loaded with furniture and dolls and all their other decorations were just as quaint. It was a beautiful end to a beautiful day.

We finished The Return of the King, the movie, that night. We still have to finish the audiobook, but we will not with only seven hours left in the car. And that means that I will have to read the last couple chapters myself so I can remember the souring of the Shire. I much prefer the book to the movie in the case of The Return of the King. We did get very close to the end though for the audiobook. Maybe I will read it tonight before going to sleep next to Charles de Gaulle Airport. Maybe I won't. Soon I will be back on familiar territory and back to a life that I am used to, even if that includes moving very quickly to Saint Louis. It is all at an end and another chapter of life is beginning. I hope it includes me becoming a wizard, but I will be happy with anything.

Seegrote: Gollum's Cave

The mysterious Internet informed us that Europe's largest underground lake was just outsideVienna and with advertising like that, who could resist? Obviously, not us. On the way out of Vienna, we decided to have a visit. It was a little out of the way, but totally worth it.

As you may have heard, we have been listening to the audiobooks of Lord of the Rings while we have been driving around Europe. We have also been watching the movies. But we had no notion when we went to Seegrote that we would find Gollum's cave.

It really is just a flooded gypsum mine, but it looks so much cooler than that. They used it to film parts of that Disney Three Musketeers movie. But they used it to be underground waterway in Paris and as a jail. But Andy Serkis could seriously be hanging out there in a green suit.

The mine was used as a place where prisoners of war assembled plane components, but after World War II, I'm not sure what they did with it but some guys decided to stick a Christmas Tree in the water and leave it there for two years. I guess they got bored. Needless to say it was completely calcified. They had it on display. I haven't been so cold since Orkney Island as in that cave.

We had a nice boat ride around the mine and Bilbo Baggins could have been waiting on the shore, hiding from orcs. But we had to return back to the shore and back up the mine shaft to the hot and sunny weather outside. Then before we left Austria, we drove to the next town and wandered around the town of Mödling. In the town square, they seemed to be having a town garage sale with some food stands. We stopped for some food for the car and started the drove through Slovenia to Trieste.

Slovenia was one of the most beautiful countries to drive through. We entered there, having very few expectations, but it was so beautiful. It had the green hills and mountains of Austria and Switzerland with the onion-topped church towers of a more Eastern Europe. Also, it was so clean. In most countries, there have been houses that are dirty, falling down, or decayed. But Slovenia had mainly older, well-kept houses. There weren't even that many buildings in a modern style. It was like we went back in time on the motorway. Seriously, we only saw it from the car, and it was still so beautiful, I actually considered how nice a rural life would be. Hiking through such a landscape would be as nice as hiking through Switzerland. It would be the best life of leisure.

A love letter to Vienna

Vienna -

I wanted to tell you how much I loved you. Your transportation system is great, and your weather, though it rained a bit, was much better than the norm. I understood most things people were saying because they were speaking in German. I was even mistaken for a native speaker myself because of my apparent fluency.

In case I forget to mention it, I loved the Schönbrunn Palace. You may just think I am saying that and hyperbolizing an already hyperbolic praise note, but in truth, I loved it. After Versailles and the Prague Castle, I was a little hesitant. But then my sister made me watch Marie Antoinette the night before to try to prepare me for more palaces, and it worked. It wasn't off-puttingly gilded and large like Versailles. There was just enough gilding and the enormous size seemed pleasant instead of something that makes me want to start a revolution just looking at it. The grounds were also nice and not too large. The Privy Garden was nice and small, and the maze was awesome. The games in there for kids were just as much fun for me, though I may be almost 30 (though I usually only admit to 25 at most). So much fun. It was like that toy store in that ski town in the Alps that made me want to turn 7 all over again. It was just a perfect day at the Palace. We even bought tickets for the concert in the Orangerie, where Salieri and Mozart had their big face-off. The Classical and Operatic pieces were very nice and the lighting was nicely done. On the whole, the only downside was how crowded the Apple Strudel demonstration was and it was late. It was very entertaining once it started, but that wait was not fun in a crowded hall. The demonstration and strudel made up for it though.

I didn't love the Belvedere as much. We didn't visit the lower, just the upper for the art, and while it was a nice collection, it was a bit blah after the Kunsthistorisches Museum. The Klimt exhibition was quite nice and worth it, but the rest was unimpressive for the most part. The Modern Art was the best, especially the Van Gogh you had, but maybe it is my lack of affinity with the Baroque and Romantic Austrian painters that left me a bit underwhelmed. The Belvedere grounds were also nothing the scream about, though the Botanic Garden next door was enchanting.

But then we found the Hundertwasser Museum. Nice work on bringing that man into the world. He may be a little crazy and eccentric, but exceptionally interesting art and architecture. Everyone should learn about this guy. Frankly, I agree that all houses having flat floors is a bit arbitrary and inorganic. Why can't all buildings have floors more bumpy and in line with nature? The Man probably likes straight lines too. Anyway, I would definitely encourage studying Hundertwasser in all school cirriculums.

I would also encourage more theatre study in school as well for obvious reasons. I went to tour the Vienna Opera House and while I can allow for a certain amount of ignorance among tourists who are on this tour because they can't see the opera since it is their holiday, but some of the questions these people asked could have been easily answered by Wikipedia. Our poor Italian guide spoke some English, but it wasn't the best and she could not project, so she tried but sometimes these questions were ridiculous. She did a good job with the relevant questions and by the end I think everyone appreciated how much work went into every piece performed. Now, I may be harsh, but some of these people were quite nice. The family from New Orleans was nice, but they did just need a bit more general theatrical knowledge. I know you, Vienna, as a city can do nothing about any of this, so I will just be appreciative of the tour that lets people know just a taste of what knowledge they are being deprived of because they prefer tax refunds to education. Anyway, enough of my rant and on to more about you, Vienna.

I would like to complement you on the historical center. So often in the center of town, I feel crowded, but with so few vehicles allowed in and the main area for pedestrians, it was so open and friendly. The Hofburg, splendid as expected. Karlsplatz and Karlskirche were magnificent. Stephansdom was nice if under construction. I am an understanding person, so I do realize construction has to be done even if it seems like a lot is being done at the moment. But we went to a organ concert for free at Peterskirche and it was amazing. The atmosphere of the church and the wonderful sound of the organ was right on. Keep up the good work with those organists!

Now the Rathausplatz was not under construction but was completely obstructed by the Film Festival. I usually love film festivals, but after looking at the schedule, there seemed to be more concerts and musical events than films. That is not a film festival, which includes mainly films. I know you probably have little control over the artistic types who run the festival, but you may want to mention the extraordinary lack of films at their film festival. Just something to keep in mind. The Rathaus was obstructed with a screen which seemed to serve very little purpose and could probably have been re-set-up for the few films they were showing so in the meantime it did not continually obstruct views of the beautiful Rathaus.

Nice use of green space. There were so many parks I often felt like I wasn't in a city at all, which is the highest complement I can give. They were beautiful and never too crowded, except with pigeons, which I consider rats on wings. But unless you are going to shoot them all, there are few humane ways to get rid of them. I would suggest signs telling tourists not to feed the pigeons. I saw many of these people feeding the pigeons as if that was a good idea and encouraging their children the feed these pests. Now I am sure, Vienna, that you agree with me about the pesky, destructive nature of pigeons. Therefore, since parents are obviously enabling future generations to increase the possibility of being overrun by these vermin, signs would be appropriate to police these idiotic parents. London has signs everywhere, so don't feel like you would be the only city trying to halt the growing pigeon population.

Despite the construction, Kunsthistorisches Museum was beautiful and I was very pleased that your docents knew their jobs in stopping illiterate patrons from taking flash photography. Some city's docents get lazy at their jobs or even give up (Paris comes to mind), but yours were firm and did not let any one person get away with disobeying the rules. As a firm believer in obeying the rules, I find it horrifying that so many people believe that rules are only in force if someone is there to enforce them. This underlying lack of integrity for the much of the human race (including parents rearing children to disobey even their own rules if they are not present to enforce them) makes me quite sure that situations like the financial crisis of a few years ago will happen again and again. Lack of ethical integrity has become common and will eventually (I predict in a somewhat far-fetched fashion) lead to the disintegration of civilization as we know it. For what is society and civilization anyway but living by rules so that people can live harmoniously together without resorting to the rule of the strongest? These people may just be disobeying a small rule, but it is only one instance of a global epidemic. I am glad, Vienna, that your docents are not shirking their duties, but rigorously policing those who lack integrity, at least in the domains you control.

Lastly, I am going to again mention your public transportation and road signage. Having recently returned to Italy, where Google Maps cannot function, I greeted your road signage and city setup as a paradisiacal. Signs were there and mostly legible! Also, there was adequate parking. Italians seem to believe that double parking is normal and has no effect on blocking traffic at all. Your foresight and planning in the ways of traffic and parking, all assisted by an excellent public transportation system. Frankly, your well laid-out city is a work of organizational genius comparable with SimCity while many Italian cities are still made of legos. Now, I do admit some Italian cities have definitely started to work on city planning and Florence and Venice have adapted considerably because of high volumes of tourists, but they are nothing on the level you are at. London is comparable, but even Paris does not come close to your level.

Vienna, while this note is and shall remain hyperbolic, it attempts to express my true feelings about my visit to you. Do not discount these words, even if they are meant in some levity, but think of the underlying emotion that had to be present for me to write them at all.

I remain a sincere admirer,
Alexis