31 Oktober 2005

Lindau photo essay

This is how we roll.
Well, we act pretty irresponsibly when left to our own devices (even if for only forty minutes in some random town). Where the HELL is Kempten? Actually, it's in Allgäu, but who's keeping score?We hiked up a cool mountain called the Pfänder. There's also a lift, but that's for sissies. Lindau proper is on the island you can barely make out through the haze.
Of course the delicious berry schnapps came with.
I get a close look at some of the local wildlife. It's important to note that there are fields and livestock everywhere. The only difference between this and the rural USA is that you won't get shot by vigilantes.
Got a few minutes before the train back to Lindau? Hit it, Alia!
The Lindau harbor and historic lighthouse are the big tourist attractions. It's also a family oriented harbor. You have to bring your own adult beverages.
Kein Alkohol ist auch keine Lösung. Time to go home.
Whuwhuwhuwait! Look what Alia found!
Now it's actually time to go home. Here's the trip scorecard:
People: 2
Days: 3
Fifths of liquor consumed: 2
Train stations where liquor was consumed: 3 (Immenstadt, Kempten, Bregenz)
Mountains climbed: 1
Fun had: A significant amount

SCOTUS among us

Alito is crazy. Filibuster.

26 Oktober 2005

a few pictures

Well, I've got a few free minutes so here's some more pictures for your enjoyment.

An unintentional self portrait from the Augsburg Rathaus. As you can tell, they spare no expense in decorating government buildings in this neck of the woods.
The hills surrounding Salzburg. It's a pretty novel concept to see topo like this when the only contours in your own town are built from destroyed houses courtesy of allied bombers.
View over Salzburg and the Salzach flowing out of town.
Salzburg: Church City Austria.

23 Oktober 2005

planes and trains

I've been taking the train quite a bit lately, most recently to Salzburg to visit my friend Erik. I've decided now that I like taking the train a lot more than flying. Why? It really comes down to the difference between the train station and the airport. A city's Hauptbahnhof (central station) is located just outside the center of town. It's a hangout, a meeting place and the springboard for amazing journeys all over the continent.

The airport, on the other hand, is almost always located on the outskirts of town. You don't go there unless you've got a flight to catch or you're picking somebody up. It's out in the middle of nowhere, and it's been sterilized to the point of being soulless. Even the nicest airport, like Denver, can only hope to be clean and pleasant. And these are airports at their best; they can never reflect the personality of the city or capture the tremendous energy or emotion that a train station contains.

A train station is such a ridiculous mixture of different emotions and circumstances that one can't help but be wrapped up in it. There are long separated friends meeting each other, couples saying goodbye, families buzzing with the excitement of a long-planned vacation and people just relieved to get home. Then there is the potential for adventure that I see every time I got to the train station. It's almost miraculous that I could easily get on this train and go to Hamburg or another and go to Milan or Vienna. Sure, you see this at the airport, but it's just a totally different atmosphere to be right next to the trains as opposed to looking at planes out the window.

Airports have eliminated this character and energy because the drop off and meeting point isn't even at the airplane anymore. Call me old fashioned, but seeing somebody off at the check-in counter and picking him or her up at baggage claim just isn't the same. Plus, people have to be dropped off an hour and a half before actual departure, further removing travellers from their loved ones.

There's just something magical about watching people at a train station. Where did these people come from? Where is she going and why can't he come with? What's in Budapest that would cause two old people to go there on vacation? An airport's clean, white and hospital-like interior kills the atmosphere that makes a train station so unique. Add the distance between the city and the planes, and the powers that be have successfully created a truly generic and emotionless hub of transportation.

19 Oktober 2005

murkins abroad

[Update: Josh's article is well worth a read.]

My buddy Josh recently penned a funny and provocative piece in the Lewis & Clark school paper about the idiocy of American girls who travel. His main contentions are: 1) they'll fuck anyone with an accent 2) they're loud, they don't listen and then ask stupid questions 3) they refuse to interact with the local populace 4) they are bad tippers.

While this persistent cultural insensitivity is certainly irritating, I've found the opposite phenomenon to be equally annoying. It's a little thing commonly called Eurotrashiness... Americans who hate America with irrational passion and express this hatred by constantly waxing poetic about all things Europe.

This first becomes evident when a Eurotrash student begins making statements that would appear to entirely contradict his or her previous ideology. For example, those kids who were always telling you about clothing being a "cultural construction" are all of the sudden talking about how much they love the "schicki-micki" fashionable European culture. First of all, I don't think Europeans are all that fashionable:
OK, point taken. When they're dressed in "unfashionable" clothing they have nice boobs.

Moving on, Eurotrash always make comments and comparisons that they are absolutely unqualified to substantiate. I was riding the bus with some other Amis from our group, and one commented that it was "a really nice bus." Bullshit. It was like every other bus I've ever ridden... in San Francisco, in Portland, in Minneapolis. So then the question becomes, has said Eurotrash ever ridden a bus in the United States? Or would he be too good to participate in such a low class activity? Evidently, he had just been exposed to the amazing effectiveness of bus transit. He had to come to Europe to overcome the stigma bus riding carries in the US. When he comes back to the US, will he ride similar busses and call them "really nice?" Just asking.

Another astonishing quality of Eurotrash-Americans is that they can turn many positive American characteristics into negatives. Let's look at typical American characteristics: fat, lazy, optimistic, friendly. Leave it to Eurotrash to take "friendly" and give it a stigma. According to the Eurotrash dictionary, we're not friendly, we're "superficial." What the fuck? Judging somebody's character as "superficial" is itself a superficial judgement, so back at ya, biatch. But beyond this, is it somehow a blight on our national character that it is acceptable to talk to a stranger on the bus? That it's normal to exchange pleasantries with somebody you don't know? Is there something wrong with this? These brief exchanges are by nature superficial. It'd be impossible to do real soul searching on the bus. But hey, it's enjoyable, right? Does somebody get hurt because I talk to somebody who isn't one of my 18 best friends? I didn't know we were supposed to be so protective.

Here's a start. As I think of more irritating things about Eurotrash, I'll throw them up.

pictures

For those of you interested, my program has set up a group photo account which can be found here. Also, I have my own Photobucket Account with more random pictures from Germany and elsewhere..

15 Oktober 2005

couldn't resist

A little US politics for humor: "[Harry Reid] is the first lesbian, mormon, white male to ever lead the minority party. they called my crazy...."

Well, the blog is back in black. What can I say? I'm a pushover.

08 Oktober 2005

state of the blog

To my loyal reader(s):

I am going on an indefinite sabbatical from blogging. When I started this blog, I sincerely believed nothing passive agressive would be written here, simply because my life never involves any drama. I am now convinced that blogging and writing in a journal (which I started doing last week) actually attract drama (in the form of cute blonde girls). Ergo, I am going to stop both activities until this mess blows over.

Sincerely,
Your favourite former blogger