The Tower of London: Ostentatious becomes Mundane, Georgey Fourgey Long May He Drink

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Chapter 4

Day 4,  Thu, 9/25, 5AM to 5PM

We were all awake between four and five AM. We willed ourselves back to sleep. Our alarms went off to awaken us for an adventure packed day. We slept through them. We planned to get out early to pack in the amazing sights of this metropolis. We just slept.

Late in the morning, a text from mom said: “Are you at the Tower?”

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“They have so many circuses here!”

I panicked.

“My parents are already at the Tower of London!” I yelled at Sarah. We were still getting ready. I furiously texted mom back. It was a blur, but out in the hallway I ran into Dad.

“You’re still here!” I told him. My dad shrugged. Of course he was still here. That’s when I found out none of us had kept to the prearranged early schedule. Jetlag blows.

Sarah and I “tubed” to the Tower of London–Mom and Dad split off from us, to pursue more novel destinations in the city of cities. There was construction at the tube station, and we haphazardly clawed our way through crowds and orange tape to the surface. We emerged into bright sunlight and we were still half a mile from the Tower. We tried to get our bearings, looking for the entrance. Continue reading

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London: Butter Mountains, Helpless Guides, Reusable Coffins

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Chapter 3

Day 3, Wed, 9/24

Sleeping, and waking were rough. Willpowers and circadian rhythms battled; everyone lost.

We all walked to breakfast at Frank’s Cafe’. Inside, the place was maybe ten feet wide and thirty feet long (about 3.75 meters by 2.921 deciliters). Benches and tables packed the left side. On the right was the bar and then the kitchen towards the back. Vintage Chelsea F.C. gear decked the walls. It was hot, sticky, and packed with hungry working class people. The service was fast, and the food was cheap.

At the bar, if you could squeeze by the crowd, there was a big glass cabinet filled with huge bowls of lunch fixings. The top of this cabinet doubled as the bar for orders. One employee was taking the orders, dressed in a stereotypical black and white striped apron. He told us to, “Order up ‘ere,” and then grab a seat if we wanted. Clearly he recognized this was our first time.  Continue reading

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London: Suited Cyclers and The Real Knight Rider

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Chapter 2

Day 2, Tues, 9/23, Condition: slowing, fading, jet lag zloozing fovusszzzzzzz

Thanks to the miracle of winged aluminum can on fire technology, it’s astonishing that in the time it took you to watch a few movies, you’re in a place where people don’t talk or act anything like you. Foreign money alone strikes Americans with a sense that purchases are all Monopoly game transactions. Even the newly designed US bills look gothic compared to paper Pounds and Euros. Continue reading

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Terminal Food and Distraction Proficiency

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Chapter 1

Day 1, 9/22/14, Seattle, 5:45 PM, 4718 steps, 2.44 miles, Indoor temp. cold, my God who left the AC on in terminal S.

Sarah’s internal two hour food alarm went off. It’s a thing that really happens. Swiss watchmakers don’t set their watches by it.

“The granola bars must be saved,” she said; when I recommended she eat one. They have become emergency only granola bars–as if our 10 hour flight will be a starved, ten day trek across the Sahara without supplies.  Continue reading

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Baked Beans With Breakfast

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Baked Beans with Breakfast: The Journey of an American Family Through England, Wales, and Ireland.

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“Do we realize that when we say ‘I,’ we are talking about something that is vanishing?”“Do we realize  that we are not what we used to be, nor what we will be, but what we are in the process of being in the present instant? If life is but a dream, we might as well make it a happy one rather than a nightmare. This is why it is necessary to get rid of unnecessary ideas, beliefs and desires.”

Alexandro Jodorowsky, Screaming Planet, Humanoids, Inc., Los Angeles: 2011. p.46.

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Newt Hibernaculum

I’ve been busy studying a newt hibernaculum overseas. That is the best response I’ve devised to any sort of retort about your laziness. Why didn’t you do your homework? Newt hibernaculum. What were you thinking when you only watched episodes of the “Legend of Korra” all day instead of writing? Newt hibernacula. It will always work, at least for a second or two, which will buy you precious time to slide awkwardly away from the conversation.

No, it is not a nonsense word penned by Lewis Carroll. It is a real thing, and I’ve seen it. It sort of overshadowed all that other stuff I saw, like Big Ben, the Rosetta Stone, Dublin, and the largest passenger ferry in the world. I’ll get to all that later. Just know that my trip involved a newt hibernaculum, up close. Let that really sink in.   Continue reading

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The Monkeysphere and Food Addictions worse than Heroin might be the most informative way to waste time on the internet. To see the very best of their team at work, read The Monkeysphere (1). It is grade A+ philosophy and sociology that’s also entertaining. and Philosophy would make an awesome book. Get on that Wiley-Blackwell.

For a commute of unforgettable proportions, listen to their podcast. This one is a choice Fat Salt Sugar
pick: Why the Food Industry Is Way More Evil Than You Think (2).

That’s how I found the glories of the Monkeysphere today. Really their most important topic is on how obesity and food corporations will go the same way as cancer and Big Tobacco did (on a the level of civil, political, and medical interest). A valuable statistic: breaking heroin (75% chance of relapse) is more likely than breaking overeating addictions (99% chance of relapse).  Continue reading

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“There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.”

–Oscar Wilde, Preface to The Picture of Dorian Graydorian-gray


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The Riddles of Shadows and Ignorance, that which is there by Absence instead of Presence

Why shadows move faster than the speed of light, what “information” means in physics, and why Albert Einstein used a geometry equation to answer George Bernard Shaw’s cheerful critique of science (C = 2πr).

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