Cultural Awareness

April 26, 2006 at 11:09 pm | In Cultureshock | Leave a Comment

Those lovely people at my relocation agency have arranged 2 days of Cultural Awareness training for me.

I guess that the idea is that – hopefully – I won't do or say anything that gets the company sued. Probably enhanced by the fact that, being African, I'm about as politically correct as a suicide bomber in Jerusalem.

Anyway, apparently I'm going to be treated to 2 full days of role-playing while they try to systematically purge all my Africanness, all my Maleness, and everything that isn't Californian Liberal out of my system.

I've survived worse, but not much…

Antigua

April 25, 2006 at 3:05 pm | In Random musings | Leave a Comment

I'm really depressed today.

On 11 April, I was supposed to join some friends on a sailing holiday in Antigua. We were going to spend 2 weeks on 2 fourty foot yachts, sailing around Antigua and Barbuda for Andrew's birthday.

With the move to the States, my reporting line changed, and my new manager decided that, even though I'd already paid for the trip, and my leave had been approved, that she wanted me here to take care of business. I guess that's what comes from being a senior manager… )c:

Anyway, they got back yesterday, and posted all their pictures. I should have been there…

I should have been there...

Shitty thing

April 24, 2006 at 6:46 pm | In Uncategorized | 1 Comment

I just read this article about a bombing in Egypt.

I was in Dahab a couple of years ago for a diving trip, and it (the diving) was fantastic. The people are very poor, though, and they rely completely on diving for bringing money into the region.

That some twat with a political agenda would not only kill innocent people like this, but also completely screw with people's livelihood is just sick.

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

April 24, 2006 at 6:09 pm | In Movie | 3 Comments

Narnia!

The problem with watching a movie that is based on a book you love is that no film director yet has ever managed to produce anything close to what my imagination produces – but then, some people have told me that I am weird…

I read the chronicles when I was very young, and I loved it. When the movie hype started, I fished out the 5 books, and read them again. Still loved them.

The movie was always going to be for kids. The books were for kids. I was really hoping, though, that they would put something in there for grown-ups. When you start watching, it takes a little while, but you stop looking for something extra, and start enjoying the movie.

It's a good movie, and one that I would heartily recommend to anybody.

If you want to give you kids a real treat, though – buy them the books. Let the lion be what their imagination sees. Let Narnia be a magical place, and not just another countryside in a movie.

The Weatherman

April 24, 2006 at 5:53 pm | In Movie | Leave a Comment

I don't know why, but when I saw the trailer for this movie, I thought it was a comedy – oh yes, I know why – it's listed as a comedy. Funny that.

I was in a comedy mood. I'd just spent the entire day buying wine in Napa. When I got home, I fired up the BBQ, threw some dead animals on the grill, uncorked a particularly nice Merlot, and got my comedy hat on. When the animal was sufficiently dead to be eaten without squealing or running off my plate, I sat down in-front of the TV, and started to watch.

Cage has had a few of these very depressing type movies. Some of them – like Leaving Las Vegas – had Elizabeth Shue's breasts to carry them through. The Weatherman does not have Elizabeth Shue's breasts. It doesn't have anybody's breasts.

There are one or two funny points, but they're all funny in that slightly uncomfortable way. Actually, scratch that – Michael Cane's American accent was pretty funny, but I kept waiting for him to say "You were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!"

My advice – if you're having a really shitty time, and you want to see that you are not alone, or that somebody out there has it worse than you, then get this movie. If you're feeling good when you watch it though, you won't be by the end of the movie.

I finished off my evening in the hot tub with the Merlot. Somehow that has the ability to make everything OK again.

(c:

23 April 2006

April 24, 2006 at 3:33 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment

It’s been a month since I got here now, and a visit to Napa valley was well overdue. I started with an early morning run with the puppies, where they had huge fun swimming in a muddy pond. We got back to the house, where I hosed them down, had a shower, and then we dropped the roof on the Mustang, and headed North.

There’s an area in Napa called Carneros, and they were having a kind of open day with food and wine at a number of the wine farms there. The 4th wine farm was proud to tell em that they were a Dog-Friendly winery. They refused to believe me that – with the number of people, amount of food and glass around, and other dogs to complete the picture – letting the puppies of their leads was a very bad idea. Eventually they insisted, and I tried it out. It went better than expected, but when the first glass got broken, I put them back on their leash. They then insisted on giving me an extra 20% discount on the wines – for having cute puppies.

We headed home after a few more wine farms, and the puppies were absolutely exhausted after their busy day. I’ve got enough wine to last me a fair old while now, but I’m sure I’ll be heading back soon, because it’s just such a fantastic day out.

Ford Mustang V6 Convertible

April 21, 2006 at 5:35 pm | In Cars | 1 Comment

Sally

I picked Sally up from those nice people at Avis on the 17th of March 2006, and I was really excited. It was the perfect car to start my life in America (well, the V8 would've been perfect – but a convertible pony in California? How can you go wrong?).

Is it a good car?

It handles like a boat, rattles like… well, one of those rattle things you give to kids, guzzles petrol (sorry "gas") like a camel that's just found its first oasis in 20 years, and the engine is way underpowered for a 4 litre V6. The gearbox has an overdrive (I thought they stopped making those in the 70's?). The "Live rear axle" is something that went out of fashion with ox wagons. The accelerator peddle has such a long reach that heal-toe driving is impossible (you have to lift your heal off the floor, and stamp your foot down to floor the accelerator), and when you do floor it, it makes allot more noise, uses plenty more petrol (sorry – gas), and doesn't seem to go noticeably faster.

So, no – it isn't a good car (although 20 years ago, it might have been a different story). That being said, at less than $26k, you can't complain too much…

Top speed

The speedometer is marked to 120Mph, although I seriously doubt it will ever get there.

Fuel economy

What's that?

Is it cool?

Hell yeah! Well, it would be if it was the V8. Still though, driving on California Highway 1 with the roof down, and the sun on your head is a seriously cool thing to experience.

The puppies love it too. They sit with their noses in the air, and just love the convertible. The older one (Kalula – 11 month-old chocolate Lab) is a real princess, and she manages to give all the other dogs this disdainful look as we pass them.

Would I buy one with my own money

I'm going to test-drive the V8, and there is a definite possibility – but not the V6…

How to sweep a girl off her feet?

April 20, 2006 at 11:41 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment

I just read this article titled "How to sweep a girl off her feet" on the wiki-how site, and I have to say that I disagree.

I mean, sure – if she's been checking you out, it would probably work, but there is nothing you could say to a girl out of the blue like that – that wouldn't come across as a cheesy pick-up line. I mean seriously. Poor girl is just innocently standing there, waiting to pay for her coffee or something, and some dude walks up and says "You have lovely freckles", first thing she is going to think is "Cheesy pick up line".

I think a different approach is in order:-

If she is not a stunningly beautiful model type

Then go the cheesy pick-up line route, but (and this is important) make her laugh. Make it over-the-top cheesy. Don't do the soppy Hallmark ones. Go in with a shit-or-bust funny line, and you'd be amazed at how well it works.

If she is a stunningly beautiful model type

These are the trickiest ones. Remember – there isn't a single thing in the world you can tell her that some other guy hasn't already tried. She stopped finding them fun when she was 14, and she's very well aware of the fact that every guy in the place wants her.

The trick here is to find some way to make sure that she knows you are not interested. This works especially well if you are introduced to her, as it gives a perfect opportunity for you to show complete disinterest. As you greet her (be polite), but look around the room as if you are not concentrating on the greeting, and are looking for somebody else.

Once she knows that you aren't interested, it'll drive her nuts. She'll want to know why, and from that point on, she'll be the one trying to get you.

Of course, as with all matters of the heart, this wo't work every time. Sometimes you'll be laughed off, or insulted. You may even get slapped, but when it works – Oh Momma!

20 April 2006

April 20, 2006 at 3:30 pm | In California Diary | 2 Comments

Yep, I'm in pain…

I knew it when I left the Pilates class yesterday, but oh-boy am I in pain…

19 April 2006

April 19, 2006 at 11:44 pm | In California Diary | 1 Comment

Everywhere I go in the world, I try to fit in with local customs, and experience what ti's like to be a local. Being African, this is sometimes more difficult than it sounds, but it's normally fun anyway…

In California, I'm currently trying hard to become a sensitive new-age man with a holistic view on life (I've done the hippy thing already – when I was younger). Being a sensitive new-age man is particularly difficult for me, as I am very much in touch with my neanderthall side. Today, I went to a pilates class at my local gym. Amazingly none of the whispy young ladies in the class minded a hulking big brute of a man in their class, or even gave me a second look. None of them clucked at my lack of coordination, or laughed that I couldn't do something either.

I have to say that, for a class where you spend an hour barely moving at all, I was very tired coming out of it, and I just know that it's going to hurt tomorrow.

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