deep thought (re trying to protect my eco-karma)
There are not enought trash bins on the streets, tube and rail platforms, and other public byways of London.
New York to London
it’s not Super Bowl Sunday in England…
This is how I spent not-Super Bowl Sunday in England: watching my little cousins getting their first horseback riding lessons as birthday presents, and getting free lessons in how to relax from silly dogs…
foxes!
I can hear foxes screaming outside. It’s like this almost every night. The little buggers run rampant over nocturnal London…
yesterday I was mistaken for a local…
I was meandering my way from Victoria Station to the Soho Screening Rooms yesterday when I was stopped near Picadilly Circus by tourists hauling luggage who wondered if I could help them find their hotel. And I could!
my Oyster card…
…is still fresh, two years after I last used it, during my February 2009 trip to London. It even still had nearly 14 quid left on it!
got me an iPhone
Thanks to the suggestions of several readers, I went to U.K. mobile provider 3, and I got a deal on an iPhone 4 that seems ridiculous when compared to what’s on offer in the States.
I can’t access a video I want to post…
”This video is not currently available outside the U.S.” This international-living thing is gonna be tougher than I thought.
I feel disembodied…
I’m jet-lagged (it’s really hard for me to sleep on planes, even when there’s plenty of room; someday I’ll get to test that in first class). I’m being fussed over by my aunt and uncle, which isn’t something I’m used to…
Nigel the Charity Pig is glad to be going home…
Perhaps I’ll have more adventures with him to share soon…
I have no keys
Oh, I’ve temporarily been carrying around a set of keys to my brother’s apartment, where I’ve been staying for the past week-plus. But I’ll give those back tomorrow, when I leave. It feels weird to have no keys to anything…
