Monday 26 November 2012

Thanksgiving!

Here is a list of the food I have eaten almost exclusively over the last week:
  • Turkey
  • Stuffing
  • Mashed potatoes
  • Sweet potatoes
  • Green bean casserole
  • Cranberry sauce (I’ve eaten so much of it that it counts as a food, not a condiment)
  • Pie
  • More pie

It has been absolute carb city, but I am still not bored of it. Imagine having a Christmas dinner every day for a week. Heaven!

I love Thanksgiving so much. It's a holiday about food! OK no, it's about being thankful really I suppose, but I'm thankful for Thanksgiving. It was fun, having a four day weekend, and spending time with my friends. It felt a bit like Christmas!

We had an office Thanksgiving Potluck on Tuesday, where everyone brought a dish to share. I made a chocolate mousse pie, which everyone was very impressed with.


It was actual Thanksgiving on Thursday; we had a second (technically my third) Thanksgiving on Friday at a friend’s house; Saturday and Sunday consisted of leftovers, and now here we are!

I really enjoyed Friday. There were about 15 of us; the house was really busy and noisy; we played board games and did a puzzle – it felt like one of my crazy family’s Christmases. We had four types of pie: pumpkin, chocolate, cherry cheesecake, and pecan. I think I really liked that day especially because I’m not going to be having a big Christmas this year, like I normally do. I leave Dallas for Buenos Aires on December 24th and land on Christmas Day at about 8am, after a 16 hour journey, so Christmas, presents and turkey are going to be way low on my priority list, beneath sleep, sleep and more sleep. (Plus a little dash of stress of trying to find the apartment Josh and I are staying in for a week, on my own. Probably need to buy an English-Spanish phrasebook! And a map.)

It will come as no surprise that I ate until I was about to burst, and then ate a bit more. It’s a wonderful holiday, we should start celebrating it in England. Meanwhile, I need to go to the gym…

Saturday 17 November 2012

A sigh of relief


So it’s been nearly two weeks since Obama trounced Romney in the election. I wouldn’t be surprised if weather scientists noticed a huge gust of wind across the globe approximately 3 seconds after the election was called: it was the whole world breathing a huge sigh of relief.

It’s funny how petty politics can make people. I didn’t quite sink to the low level of texting all my Republican friends saying ‘I told you so’, although it was very tempting, but I did still make a big deal out of it when I saw them in person. (What? I was happy!) But seriously, it causes arguments; people stop talking to each other; they get so worked up that friendships can take temporary break. It’s interesting, I don’t recall it being such a big deal in the UK when we were unfortunate enough to have a stupid coalition government voted in, with stupid David Cameron as Prime Minister, and stupid Nick Clegg as vice deputy PM, who run the country about as well as if a goat were in charge. Anyhoo, my point is I don’t really think I even know who my friends voted for, or if they even voted at all. People in the US seem to be sectioned into colours a lot more – you’re red or blue, no matter what. It doesn’t normally matter who the candidate is, what they say, or how they say it; most people are set for life in their political leanings. I think it’s only about 3% of people who actually make their minds up on who to vote for depending on what their policies are! (I may have made that statistic up. Don’t quote me.)

Well, the world can breathe easy(er) for four more years, and hopefully the Democrats will come up with a good enough Obama replacement that the US will have at least four more blue years after he has to leave office too. And hopefully the Republicans will stop talking about rape as much as they did this election cycle. Seriously, it was scary how many times it came up.



In other news, I recently had my first experience with healthcare in America. I’ve written about it before, but I’d never been to the doctor in the States until last week. I had a stomach virus which, to put it politely, made my body reject its contents for five days. It was not pleasant, to say the least, and to top it off, it somehow triggered my eczema, something I haven’t suffered from since I was about 9. So it was a fun few days. I went back to work after a few days, and probably between not eating more than a few crackers in four days, and barely keeping water down, I was still a mess. About 3 hours into the morning, I decided that I should probably go home before I collapsed, but was talked into going to an Urgent Care place to be checked out first. Urgent Care is basically like a doctor’s surgery where they don’t let you book appointments, it’s just first come first served emergency care. It’s a bit like A&E but not in a hospital, so generally lines are much shorter because people aren’t coming in with really sever emergency illnesses or injuries, its more if you have the flu and want a prescription asap. It turns out I was severely dehydrated, and needed to be put on an IV, which I’d never had before. They also gave me a steroid injection for my eczema, and the very attractive male nurse administering my injection had to break the news to me that the shot didn’t go in my arm – it went in my bum cheek. Real fun stuff. I got a prescription for my skin, had a blood sample tested, and had a litre of fluids pumped into my body, all for the extremely upsetting cost of $90. It made me miss the NHS a lot. I know I know, someone pays for your treatment in the UK, it’s not ‘free healthcare’ in the true sense of the word, it still costs money. But my point is, it doesn’t directly come out of my bank account, so I definitely prefer it our way!


Apart from that, no news really. Getting ready to go traveling at Christmas, so have 6 weeks left at work before then. Very excited about South America, although sad that I’ll be missing a big family Christmas. I’m sure spending five months in six counties will be a good enough consolation. Plus it’s Thanksgiving next week so I still get a big fat turkey feast, just a month earlier than usual!

Thursday 1 November 2012

America vs. The World


In case you live under a rock, or in a submarine, there is an upcoming election happening in America right now. If you don’t live under a rock, or in a submarine, or high on a mountain, in a village where there is no such thing as the internet, and the villagers still rely on a combination of smoke signals and carrier pigeons for communication with the outside world, then you’ll know what I’m talking about; you can’t escape the Romney vs Obama Presidential race going on right now, it’s everywhere. It’s even all over the BBC so I’m sure the rest of the world is watching in almost as much anticipation as the US is, to see who the next Prez is going to be. Personally, I’m rooting for Obama.

Barack is in the house!


This whole situation made me think about what it means to be American, to an American, and whether people from other countries feel as strongly towards their homeland as people from the US do. (Of course, I don’t have access to people from every country in order to question their feelings towards their country, so I’m going mainly off my own observations and viewpoint. It’s my blog.) American identity, and more importantly, ‘patriotism’ is important. Patriotism is defined as ‘love of and devotion to one's country.’ I totally understand the ‘love of’; I love England. I love that it’s my home, and that I can mostly identify with its culture, whatever that may be. I feel a sense of belonging when I think about it, although I would add that this feeling of pride in my country has definitely increased since living in the States. However, ‘devotion to’? I’m not devoted to my country. I moved to another country, for starters (although I am moving back I suppose). I wouldn’t die for my country. I’d die for certain people, or individuals, if it ever came down to it. But my country? I don’t know if it’s just the wording that bothers me, but how can you be so devoted to a place that you would die for it? I don’t know, maybe I’m not that much of a patriot. That doesn’t mean I don't love my country though, I still care about it, and its citizens, and its welfare. I want to make sure children get a great education; and the poor have access to healthcare and housing; I want to make sure that, when the time comes, I can have a decent job, to be able to support my family. I’ve never been accused of being ‘un-British’ for complaining about my country, or its people. Being ‘un-American’ however, is a whole new ball game. You do not want to ever be accused of being ‘un-American’ if you are from here.

To most Americans, there is no better country to live in, or be from, in the world. This is obviously very different to the UK; you would never hear a Brit assert our nation to be the greatest country on earth, a fairly regular declaration made on this side of the Atlantic. This is partially why, of the 308 million-plus citizens in the United States, only 30% have passports. The number is rising, and according to a recent survey, 78% of Americans have travelled to a foreign country, but an overwhelming majority of these trips were to Canada, or Mexico. Until 2007, you did not need a passport to travel to either of these countries, so to me, that’s like saying you’re from London, but you went to Scotland last summer. Of course, and I’ve said it before, America is the size of Europe (more or less) so if you live in Pennsylvania and you really want a week in the sunshine, why fly to Costa Brava when you can go to Miami? I do understand that. But what I suppose confuses me more, is there seems to be a huge lack of desire to go out and explore the world. It’s an exciting place, and there is so much to see, to uncover, and most importantly, to learn. Different cultures that you would never have dreamed of exist out there, and Wikipedia will only get you so far on learning about them all. I’ve been to 18 countries, which to an American sounds like a lot. To a British kid who did a gap year, 18 is nothing. To me, it’s no way near enough. The Traveler’s Century Club lists a total of 321 countries in the world, so by their terms, I’m at about 5%. I’ve got some work to do!

Coming back to the election, Obama said something during the final debate that made me think: he declared, ‘we will have the best education system in the world’. Why? Why not just aim to have the best education system for the children in your country? The USA currently sits in 17th place in the world education ranking, judged on 15 year olds’ reading, maths and science levels. Finland is first; Japan 2nd; the UK is 11th. America wants to be the best in world at everything, but I don’t know why they can’t just strive to do what’s best for the children first. Try getting them up to grade level before graduating High School first, and then you can think about being the best of the bunch. Competition can be healthy, and can definitely lead people to improve in leaps and bounds in order to be considered ‘winners’. However, a lot of things need refining before competition becomes the reason behind further improvement.

Despite being a world player, sometimes the culture here can be very insular, with very little awareness of what is actually going on in the outside world. To use an example, I would say that nearly all English people have heard of the terrorist attack on the Twin Towers, and to hear the term ‘9/11’ would be an instant synonym for the event. In contrast, the terrorist attacks in London in 2005 are not widely known of here. This is not a criticism, or at least I’m not trying to spark a debate from that statement, but it is true. I mentioned ‘7/7’ to someone once, and got a blank look. I corrected myself, thinking that the term ‘7/7’ may not be widely used here, and just said 'the London terror attacks'. Still nothing. An apologetic shrug and a ‘I didn’t know that happened, sorry’. This may seem extreme, but the very fact that during the Olympic Opening Ceremony, the channel covering the ceremony in the US (NBC) chose to air an interview with Michael Phelps instead of showing the tribute to those lost during 7/7 because ‘it did not cater to the US audience’ is evidence in itself. Can you even begin to imagine the uproar if we cut out a 9/11 tribute to show an interview with Mo Farah?? No, because it would never happen. In the defense of many, many Americans, when they learned what NBC had done, they were outraged on behalf of the UK. But for a national news company to make a bold assumption that US citizens are not interested in events that take place outside their country is one that supports the international stereotype that Americans can sometimes consider themselves superior to the rest of the world. (This is also more amusingly portrayed in the baseball tournament, ‘The World Series’; a contest solely competed in by American teams!)

A final point about patriotism, or pride in your country, or whatever you want to call it, is one that always amuses me; so many people here hang American flags outside their houses! The flag is the most symbolic representation of America in all its glory, school children pledge allegiance to it every day, and to deface a flag, or to vandalize or misuse its image is a mortal sin. I know the Union Flag has been a popular icon this year, because of the Jubilee and the Olympics, but really, you don’t often see people hanging a flag outside their house in the UK. There’s really only one thing that excites patriotism in England and that’s sport. If you ever drive down a street and a lot of houses have England flags hanging in the windows, you can bet your ass that the World Cup is coming up! (Please note: the World Cup has more than one nation competing it in.)

Despite what you may think, or interpret from this, I am not condemning patriotism. If you want to be proud of your country, then I support and admire that in you. However, I personally believe that in order to have an esteemed opinion of which is the best country in the world, you firstly need to  have visited more nations than just your own.