Orange County is moving up in the world: it now has its own craigslist.
This should come in handy once we finally get it together enough to put together a post-movein rummage sale ...
Every so often, I get an E-mail from someone who's read my blog and wants to know my thoughts on whether he/she should become an expat and go live in Hamburg. Usually the emailer doesn't have a job set up and waiting for them in Hamburg, or even any contacts in the city; most of them seem pretty fuzzy as to what they'll do to support themselves. Sometimes the emailer doesn't speak any German. I get these E-mails often enough that I've evolved a more-or-less standard response; my reply to the latest emailer is reproduced below.
For those of you reading who are/were expats (or are Germans/Hamburgers), how often do you get this kind of email? Do you respond? Do you agree with my advice -- or are there things you would add or change?
I realize that I'm pretty risk-averse (even though I've gone to live in Hamburg twice), so I don't want to rain on anybody's parade and crush their dreams of living abroad with my too-cautious thoughts. On the other hand, I don't want to encourage someone to put a spare change of clothes in a bag on a stick, skip over to Germany thinking "I'll teach English/work in construction/pick fruit/play my accordion in the subway!" -- and then have them cursing my name as they're deported for overstaying their visa or thrown in jail for Schwarzarbeit.
So here's what I tell people:
Sorry that it took me a few days to get back to you. But here are my thoughts-in-brief about Hamburg:
Can you believe that Shelby and I got married three years ago today? Hooray for us!
(I'm not big on writing the schmoopy stuff in public, being a typical reserved male and all. But rest assured that our love continues on unabated -- nay, even stronger than before! I love you, Shelby!)
Shelby is already telling you about our new furniture from IKEA. I think that we (or at least I) imagined that when we bought this new house, we'd be grownups -- no more furniture that comes flat in boxes! -- and we took some encouraging steps towards no-new-IKEA abstinence when we bought our bedroom furniture, but this week we broke the pledge in a big way. We bought three bookshelves and a TV cabinet for the living room, and a sideboard for the kitchen -- at least we can console ourselves that they all came from one of their furniture lines that still consists of real wood with a natural finish, rather than melamine-on-particleboard.
That doesn't make it any less of a pain to put together, though. I think that this sideboard may well be the most complex IKEA piece we've ever purchased.
We also got a second sheepskin for Scout, inching closer to our goal of a dog rug in every room. Unlike her first IKEA sheepskin, where she slept next to it for a couple of weeks, she curled up on this one right away. (We solved the IKEA sheepskin mystery of a few months ago, too -- the sheepskin we bought in Hamburg is bigger and more fluffy, which may explain why it has a different product name and cost almost twice as much ...)
Cal beats Stanford, 41-6! Roll on you Bears!
And did I mention that Cal football is ranked #4 in the nation??!?
My thrill at the fact that Berkeley is now a virtual certainty for the Rose Bowl this year -- our first time since 1959! -- is tempered by knowing that we won't get closer to the game itself than the TV screen in our living room, as generations of better-off-than-us Cal alums who have waited years for this moment fight for tickets ...
Hopefully Coach Tedford will stay around for a couple more.
|Even my most casual readers must have noticed by now that for a blog titled "An American In Hamburg", I wasn't talking about Hamburg very much -- reason being, of course, that we moved back to the States several months ago and I now have entirely new sources of daily tedium to fill up my blog with.|
So, it was obvious that I had to change this blog's name, and I finally got around to doing it. The inspiration for the new name came from a lunchtime conversation I had with some of my German co-workers a couple of years ago. I mentioned that I grew up in Southern California, and it quickly became apparent that they thought my growing up must have been a combination of every teen movie ever made -- lots of sunshine, driving around with my friends in convertibles, trips to the beach every weekend for surfing and a giant party around a bonfire. (And, of course, when we weren't partying or driving around in our flashy cars, we spent the rest of our time getting ready for Prom.)
And now I'm an adult, living in Orange County with my own house just a few miles from where I grew up -- living just a few miles from Disneyland! Just a short drive to the beach! Living where it's always sunny and 72! -- shouldn't I expect my everyday life to be just as fantastically wonderful?
For those who aren't familiar with them, an explanation of the items in my new banner, from left to right:
Thank you to all of those who have been reading my blog so far -- I hope that you stick around as I continue under my new identity!
So do any of you out there remember which box we happened to put the parts to that one IKEA bookshelf into? You know, the bookshelf with the six boxes and the three posts, where you bolt the boxes to the posts and then bolt the posts to the wall? The bookshelf that's now discontinued and is pretty much useless without the hardware?
No? Well, it was worth a try, at least.
Well, we're in the new house. It's been a pretty busy past few days. On Friday we drove up with Shelby's dad to San Jose and picked up a 25-foot moving truck from Penske Truck Rental. Bright and early on Saturday morning, we drove over to the storage space and started loading up the truck -- I thought that this was something that would only take a few hours (ha!) and that we'd be on the road around noon (ha!), but I was wrong -- for us to have any hope of fitting our stuff in, the whole process called for mathematical precision and much deliberation. We finally started back towards SoCal around 6 PM, and pulled into Torrance around 1:30 on Sunday morning.
(Side note: if you need a moving truck, go to Penske! They charged us several hundred dollars less than U-Haul would have, and our truck was in pristine, nearly-new condition -- whereas anything I've ever rented from U-Haul was a rolling jalopy just one falling-off body part away from some kind of major accident.)
Things really swung into high gear on Sunday, starting at eight in the morning, when I had to call AAA for someone to come unlock the rental truck -- in my bleary state upon that morning's arrival, I'd locked the keys in the truck. After a titanic struggle (and a $45 charge for unlocking a "commercial vehicle"), the AAA guy finally got the truck open and I made it to Anaheim, getting there an hour after I'd told everyone helping us to show up. In the alley behind the house, I finally did what I'd managed not to do, after four hundred miles of driving oh-so-carefully all the way across California -- coming around a corner, I scraped against a brick wall and left a nice, noticeable scratch/dent in the metal rub bars lining the sides of the truck.
After that, though, everything went pretty smoothly. Our combined families -- Shelby's parents and brother, my parents and brother -- got everything out of the truck in good order, with only a few scratches here and there (to furniture, not people; I swear that IKEA furniture has a special coating that invites scratches and marring whenever you move it ...)
Monday wasn't much different. The day began with a nice "welcome to the neighborhood" present from the City of Anaheim -- it turns out that Monday morning is streetsweeping time, and for leaving both our car and the moving truck out on the street, I collected $59 in parking tickets! (Yes, the "no parking" signs were there; I was just oblivious.) Next came the gas woman, to turn our gas back on; the exterminators that fumigated our house had the gas turned off to put their tent on, but neglected to tell the gas company that it was safe to come back and turn service back on. Then there was the Sears repairman, to replace our brand-new refrigerator's icemaker supply hose, which had sprung a leak around 11:30 PM the night before. (He didn't have the right hose -- we'll have to wait a week -- but juryrigged a repair that seems to be lasting for now.) After that, a deliveryman came and brought our brand-new wine cooler, which is still sitting all wrapped up on a shipping pallet in the garage. I spent the rest of the day unpacking boxes and waiting for a FedEx guy to bring my new office chair -- he'd tried to deliver twice before on Friday and Saturday, and left a tag saying that he'd come on Monday "between ____ AM and ____ PM". Of course, he never showed up. Two bright spots in the day occurred later in the afternoon, when we took the truck back to Penske -- not only did they overlook the mark I'd left in the side of the truck, they also didn't seem to mind that I'd only left it 7/8ths full (I tried to get in that last little bit, honest -- but achieving a full tank seems to require some kind of special secret trucker voodoo that I don't have).
And now we're at the Anaheim Public Library, using their (free!) WiFi hotspot, because not only has our DSL at the house not been turned on yet, they can't even give us an activation date for when it will be turned on. Grrr. I guess that it's all part of our induction into the exciting new world of home ownership.
Box unpacking continues at a decent clip; it's not the unpacking itself that's the problem, but the preparation of the space for the soon-to-be-unpacked items that's slowing us down. This is particularly true for the kitchen -- the previous owners covered every shelf and drawer with this awful shelf paper that's achieved a molecular bond with all surfaces, and then covered that with a layer of grease and unidentifiable stains. At least they patched and painted any holes that they left in the walls, though!
Someday things will calm down, we'll have the boxes unpacked, I can catch up on my sleep, and I'll finally be able to relax and enjoy having this new house ...
(Election rant. Feel free to leave now and come back in a couple of days...)
Feeling pretty darn depressed about the election. Not just because Kerry lost, but because 'morals' and 'values' turned out to be the pivot point of the whole thing -- not the conduct of the war on terrorism or the war in Iraq, not the economy, the deficit, or taxes, not the environment, not civil liberties, or any number of other urgent, pressing issues affecting the nation; in the end, it was gaybashing and abortion that brought out the evangelicals and brought the election home for Bush. I don't share morals with these people (although I am a Christian) -- but we just gave them the car keys to the country for another four years.
In his victory speech today, the President spoke about how he needs the support of us Kerry voters -- "I will do all I can do to deserve your trust" -- but precedent doesn't give me much hope. Talking heads are already framing Bush's margin of victory (1% of the American population!) as a glorious 'mandate', and the usual suspects, like (more-moral-than-thee compulsive-gambler) Bill Bennett are coming out to proclaim that "President Bush now has a mandate to affect policy that will promote a more decent society, through both politics and law". I'm sure that GOP staff members are already out back warming up the if-you're-not-with-us-you're-against-us steamroller, soon to make a reappearance in use against recalcitrant Dems ...
I don't think that the country is ruined; I still believe that the American people are good at heart; I don't think that this is our Germany-in-the-1930s moment -- or any other ridiculous analogies that people on the paranoid far left like to make. But I'm not feeling very good, either. I guess that I just need time to process -- back to your regularly-scheduled light banter soon.
And fortunately we have a new house to distract me -- did I mention that our new bedroom furniture came today? And that last night we bought a refrigerator and a new range? The range has two ovens -- a normally-sized one in the usual position, and a smaller one where the broiler/warming drawer/useless extra "pot drawer" usually goes. So soon we'll be able to cook a Thanksgiving turkey and bake cookies/a pizza/something long and flat AT THE SAME TIME!
(Today I was hearing lots of GOP people on the radio crowing about how deeply meaningful it was that Bush was the first presidential candidate to win a majority of the popular vote since Bush I in 1988!!!!! Gee, maybe that's because this is the first election since 1988 that didn't have a strong third-party candidate, and not necessarily because Bush is such a swell guy?)
In Germany, once you reach a certain magical hour of the night, all of the TV stations switch their commercials from normal advertisements to spots for phone-sex lines. These phone-sex commercials don't leave much to the imagination, either -- they heap on the nudity and suggestive writhing around. (And you want to make sure the number six figures prominently in your phone number, because sechs-sechs-sechs sounds a lot like sex-sex-sex.) Quite the thing for the jet-lagged first-time American business traveller to stumble on as he's flipping through the channels late at night ...
You can tell how little the broadcasters care for these particular clients, because often they'll play the same commercials over and over again -- one ad two or three times in a row, a different ad, and then back to the first ad for a couple more times. Obviously they're contracted to play a particular commercial n number of times, and they don't care exactly how they get there.
Some mild deja-vu, then, as last night we were watching TV and a political ad featuring Governor Schwarzenegger came on. And then it came on again. And then after a couple of different commercials, they came back to play the same Schwarzenegger ad one more time.
And Schwarzenegger happened to be speaking out -- in his still strongly Germanic-accented voice -- against Proposition 66. Coincidence?
I'm pulling for a Kerry victory tonight, but whatever happens, at least some part of me will be glad that the election is over. (And let's not even talk about the political robo-calls -- with four voters in the house, they've been going crazy. Besides local Torrance races, we've received 'calls' 'from' Schwarzenegger, Rudy Giulani, Michael J. Fox, and most of the cast of The West Wing, among others. Is it any surprise that the politicians wrote themselves out of the 'do-not-call' legislation?)
|No, nothing to do with George Bush! (Maybe later tonight, although I hope not ...)|
Item #1: Billboard Magazine now has a top-20 chart for ringtones. Which isn't as ludicrous as it sounds, because selling ringtones has become a $3.5 billion business worldwide. $3.5 billion!? What other business that large is based totally and completely on selling products to annoy the people around you?
Item #2: While browsing various stores' appliance selections, I came across the SkyBox "personal beverage vendor" by Maytag. For just $568 ("vending machine" plus stand), you can outfit your rumpus room with something that vaguely resembles a vending machine. Optional extra-cost front and side panels let you personalize it with the logos of your favorite college or pro sports team!
In alternative options, the household refrigerator, last time I checked, will hold as many drinks as you want -- even five, six, seven different kinds all at one time! -- for no additional premium. Alternatively, you can put one of those dorm-room fridges right next to your TV for $100 -- and if you want to get fancy, you can tape your favorite sports team's logo on the side. Having done my share of vending-machine stocking in college (our student group had a soda machine as a fundraiser), I predict that a lot of SkyBoxes will be finding their way out to the garage, unplugged, after the third or fourth time they've been refilled by their eager-beaver sports-fan owners.