Where am I now?

As you can see, this blog hasn't gotten any love in many years... But you can now find me on my site jessicatravels.com.

30 June 2006

There Are No Words for This Heartbreak

I am completely heartbroken this morning. I feel like I've been kicked in the stomach. This is not a way to start a Friday, nor is it a way to start a Tour de France.

There's been an ongoing investigation in Spain into a doping scandal which has now reached its ugly tentacles into the peloton - so high up in the peloton, in fact, that the race will start tomorrow 30 riders short (there are a couple of news links over here). This alone would be deeply saddening to any cycling fan, but the news gets worse for this cycling fan - among the riders either suspended by his team or just not allowed by race organizers to start is my favorite rider, Ivan Basso.

I am gutted.

Also among those not starting tomorrow is Jan Ullrich, the other Tour favorite, who has been suspended by his team. The team statement sounded ominous - they say that with the evidence they've been shown, they suspended him immediately. I nearly started to cry when I read that this morning. I haven't seen a similar comment from Basso's team, but I'm sure it's coming. And then I probably will cry.

I said a couple of years ago, when I first became a Basso fan, that if he - a man I considered to be a decent human being above all else - ever turned out to be a doper, I'd lose faith in the sport entirely. I'm trying to hold out hope (these are only allegations, after all, and no one's been tried yet), but I'm preparing to be crushed. And after that, I'm not sure how I'm going to feel about this sport.

29 June 2006

Summer Hours

I've been at my wits' end lately trying to keep up to date with everything in my nutty schedule. The summer term began this week, which means I've got two nights of teaching each week plus the class I'm taking... And this is on top of my two part-time day jobs (which make up a little more than one full-time job). I've also taken on writing for a cycling blog, which, while a total blast, is really time-consuming and something I can only do in my free evenings (which I have fewer and fewer of). Plus I'm still trying to keep updating this blog as close to daily as I can, and I've got a lingering thought that I should be reading a little bit more about our vacation this fall - heck, reading anything at all would be nice, as I haven't had time to pick up a book in weeks...

Did I mention that there is, occasionally, laundry and grocery shopping to be done at my house as well?

All this is to say that, based on the suggestion of a friend, I'm going to adopt "summer hours" here at Andiamo. That doesn't mean I won't be posting at all, only that I won't make it my personal mission to update the site every day like I've been trying to do. I hope you'll bear with me and come back when my calendar clears a bit... Especially as I'm planning to do some honest-to-goodness travel blogging from our September trip.

I only wish that with these summer hours came a colorful beverage with an umbrella in it... Alas, I'd probably have to make it myself...

28 June 2006

A Fiesta for a Fortieth

Our friend Lynn turned 40 a couple weeks ago, and we went to her birthday bash that weekend. It was a fiesta-themed shindig, complete with a birthday piƱata. Lynn eventually gave up with the blindfold nonsense and, at the urging of the crowd, stabbed the thing to death. We were all rewarded for her violence.



27 June 2006

Getting Smarter

Ever since a trip to France in 1999, I've wanted a Smart Car. Chris told me then that they'd never make it into the US market because they'd never pass crash tests. Well, apparently they've figured that whole crash test thing out, because reports say Daimler-Chrysler will be introducing the tiny vehicles to the US market early in 2008. Get me on a list now...

26 June 2006

Schedule Madness

My over-the-top schedule got a boost into the stratosphere this weekend with a visit from a college friend from Denver. It's been a busy few days, and it's unlikely to calm down anytime soon... When she leaves, my summer classes start. So - my apologies for the lack of posts here the past few days, and a request that you bear with me as I try to figure out when exactly I'm going to have time to do all these things I've said I'll do...

23 June 2006

I wanted to like "Syriana"...

...but I can't get behind a movie that makes me feel stupid.

I swear, I am not an idiot. Really. But I had so much trouble following "Syriana" (which we just watched tonight) that it made what should have been (I assume) a movie with a good point just plain frustrating.

Sure, I got the gist of it, but it was too complex a movie for "the gist" to be enough. I'm sure that a 2nd viewing would yield some answers to my questions, but I'm not sure I want to sit through it again. And I'm so annoyed that I didn't love it, because I wanted to...

I never thought I'd say this, but I agree with Justice Scalia...

From today's American Progress Report:

In the words of Justice Antonin Scalia, passing a constitutional amendment to ban flag burning "dilutes the very freedom that makes this emblem so revered."

22 June 2006

Italian Potluck

We've been taking Italian classes for several years now, and those of us who are beyond level three end up accumulating in the "advanced" classes... We all take them over and over again, the same people signing up for essentially the same class, but since it's always the same gang the teacher will change the lessons according to what we want or need. It's a pretty nice system.

The other nice thing is that most of the students know each other pretty well now, too, since we've been seeing each other in classes for years. Consequently, at the end of most terms, we get together for a potluck of some kind. The potluck for the end of the Spring term was a few weeks ago, and I'm just finally getting around to posting them...


We ate outdoors - al fresco! - in the backyard of two classmates of ours, and then two others (on the right) - the musical ones - sang a few songs for us in Italian. Not a bad way to spend an evening.

21 June 2006

More Reasons to Pack Light

The Sunday Oregonian this past weekend had a long article about packing light when traveling. This is an art I really need to learn - I pack a helluva lot lighter than I used to, but I still end up bringing more than I need. What I should just do is bring less than I need - on purpose - as an excuse to go shopping...

Under the Iron Sea

Keane's new album came out yesterday, and I've had it on repeat most of the time since then.


Chris bought the most recent Death Cab for Cutie album not too long ago, as well, and there's still a long list of new music I'd like. Music seems to go in fits and spurts with me - sometimes there doesn't seem to be anything good on the radio, and other times I can't keep it straight, there's too much. This is one of the latter times. I'm not complaining - I love it this way.

20 June 2006

Milk Sodaism

Chris brought home the following can of some kind of beverage from his trip to Taiwan earlier this month:



It's been sitting in the fridge ever since. We finally tried it over the weekend, and y'know what? It was actually good.

The whole "Milk Sodaism" thing was a little disconcerting (I kept thinking it would be like Alka Seltzer or something), but it did say it was "orange" flavor. And it ended up tasting like a creamsicle, so all in all, not too bad.

19 June 2006

If the Earth were a sandwich...

If you drilled through the globe from where you are now, where would you end up? Here's where to find out. Double click on the left map to place your pin, and the map on the right is the opposite point on the planet. Click and drag the left map to find another destination. And I'm told that Hawaii is the only state in America that ends up entirely on land on the other side (southern part of Africa).

18 June 2006

A Little Girl Needs Daddy

A Little Girl Needs Daddy
by Nicholas Gordon

A little girl needs Daddy
For many, many things:
Like holding her high off the ground
Where the sunlight sings!

Like being the deep music
That tells her all is right
When she awakens frantic with
The terrors of the night.

Like being the great mountain
That rises in her heart
And shows her how she might get home
When all else falls apart.

Like giving her the love
That is her sea and air,
So diving deep or soaring high
She'll always find him there.

Happy Father's Day, Dad!

16 June 2006

Is there room in my heart for another?

Generally speaking, there are a hundred things I'd rather do than watch sports - either in person or on television. I know plenty of people who will watch any sport that's on TV, from baseball to football to car racing to golf to - yes - bowling. Chris watches a good number of those things (no, not the bowling), and while I'm in the room some of the time, I'm usually doing something else.

As many of you are aware, there's one glaring exception to the paragraph above - and that's cycling. I love it unabashedly, and now after a decade of following it (albeit at arm's length) I'm even writing about it on that new Tour de France Logue I mentioned awhile ago.

Now soccer is threatening to creep into my hemisphere, at least temporarily, because of the World Cup frenzy in my office. Half of my co-workers are in Berlin for the duration of the tournament, blogging about the games and the experience, and the rest of the gang is watching at least one game a day on a gigantic television that just happens to be in my office. (Poor me.)

I not only finally understand how a 0-0 tie game can be deemed "exciting," I'm beginning to get some of the rules. The other day in the office, someone asked about how the group play was scored, how teams got to the next round. I spit out the answer without thinking, even using the phrase "aggregate goals" like I knew what I was talking about. I did make the disclaimer even then that basically all that was happening was that I had heard that said and was merely regurgitating the statement.

That's when I remembered something - that's how it started with cycling.

15 June 2006

Nothing to Talk About

We have our final Italian class of the Spring semester tonight (a week late because it started a week late), and there are rumors that we'll have to deliver five-minute presentations on something - anything - in Italian, of course. I have prepared nothing. I'm too tired at the moment to think about preparing in a mad dash before class meets at 6:30, and so I'll just have to wing it tonight. I suppose I can talk about our trip this fall, or my new job, or... I don't know what. It's strange for me - the one who wouldn't stop talking as a kid - not to be able to think of anything to say.

A momentous day, indeed.

14 June 2006

Teabag Tags

When one is suffering from a head cold as I have been, one drinks lots of tea. These are the teabag tags I've collected recently:

A noble person attracts noble people, and knows how to hold on to them.
-- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832)

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
-- Pablo Neruda

Men in no way approach so nearly to the gods as in doing good to men.
-- Marcus Tullius Cicero (106-43 BC)

People are more funny than anybody.
-- Dorothy Parker

13 June 2006

You Could Have a Steam Train...

Every so often we get lucky with the railroad crossing outside our window, when a steam train rumbles past. Usually we hear it too late, only in time to rush to the window and smile as it barrels through, but not in time to rush outside with the camera.

Until Saturday afternoon, that is.

Chris heard it long before I did, and even as I ran outside with camera in hand I was skeptical. But then the crossing gates went down and the steam train blew its whistle again, and I managed to snap a few pictures as it screamed past. On Sunday morning the same train has come by twice more, and I've watched from the window as other people hastily parked cars and ran up to the tracks to snap pictures. It's such a rare treat, I'm glad I finally have some photographic evidence of it. Next time I'll have to take a little video, as the best part of the whole experience is that sound...

12 June 2006

Glen Phillips Concert Review

The first time I saw Glen Phillips perform, I didn't know who it was until about midway through his set. He was opening for Counting Crows at the Schnitz, and as I listened to his unquestionably pleasant voice I kept thinking, "Wow, he sounds really familiar..." When he launched into "Walk on the Ocean" the lightbulb went off. Phillips is the former lead singer of Toad the Wet Sprocket (which, incidentally, is now touring again, I find).

The second time I saw Phillips, I only found out about the show that morning. It was at Mississippi Studio, a tiny and intimate venue which seemed to suit Phillips' style perfectly - there were probably only about 50 people there.

The third time was last Thursday at the Aladdin Theater, and I continue to be really impressed by him as an artist, as a singer and mainly as a performer. There is nothing flashy about Phillips. He's a small man, and wears oversized T-shirts, baggy jeans and flip-flops onstage. The acoustic guitar seems large on him, and yet the voice that comes out is oversized.


Phillips onstage at Aladdin Theater

But let me back up momentarily...

I've always been one to show up early to shows, always in time to see the opening act - even if I didn't recognize the name. This practice has, several times, led to happy additions to my CD collection. And since Phillips himself was once such a discovery, I was curious who he'd have opening for him. I'm glad I got there early.

David Mead was the opener, and I'd never heard of him before. The man walked onstage and picked up what looked like a miniature guitar. I turned to my friend and said, "Is that a ukelele??" Why yes, yes it was - and so I was honestly surprised that his music didn't sound like it came from an island somewhere...

At any rate, his voice is what kept me most in thrall - it's a beautiful voice, not sharp at the edges but precise in its vocal wanderings, and his range is extraordinary. I'm quite sure he hit notes that would have been considered high in my register. He moved ably back and forth between his ukelele and the keyboard, and his clever lyrics and pretty melodies convinced me - at the break I went out to the merch table and bought one of his CDs. My friend and I chatted with him briefly, too, and I have to say - though I know it's not easy to be a "struggling musician," I like meeting struggling musicians. By and large, they're nice people. Mead was no exception. I bought three more of his CDs from his website the day after the concert. I'm hooked.

Phillips took the stage by himself, performing a handful of songs before being joined by his friend Seattle singer-songwriter Jonathan Kingham. Kingham provided some lovely backing vocals and additional guitar or keyboard to fill out the sound. Although Phillips is perfectly capable of commanding a performance all on his own, I'm a particular fan of vocal harmonies, so I was happy to hear Kingham's contributions.


Kingham & Phillips

The duo performed several songs from Phillips' newest album, Mr. Lemons, a couple of covers and one of Kingham's songs as well. In between songs, however, was when the fun stuff happened - the kind of thing that makes a Glen Phillips show feel more like it's taking place in your living room than a theater. The two men spent time tuning between each song, laughing about how lame it was that they needed to constantly be tuning. When Phillips would put the capo on his guitar to start a new song, Kingham, seated at the keyboard, would say, "What key is this one in?" To which Phillips would reply, "It's in this key," and strum a chord, leaving Kingham to figure it out for himself. Kingham eventually said, "Oh, it's in E. Hmm. We've never played it in E before." (As I'm writing this, I'm realizing that it's hard to convey the sense of humor appropriately here; perhaps it was a "ya had to be there" moment, which is too bad, as the entire audience was having a grand old time.)


During the encore, someone in the audience said something that clearly amused Phillips...

Despite my ailing throat (still getting over that stupid head cold), I sang along as best I could when audience participation was asked for, and sometimes even when it wasn't. Phillips performed nearly all of my favorite songs in a set that seemed painfully short - even with an encore. And thanks to a recording policy that seems, to my mind, like a 21st-century version of what the Greatful Dead encouraged, there's always someone in a Glen Phillips audience with microphones and recording devices, and the shows are downloadable on Archive later. I see the June 8th show is already online, and am looking forward to hearing it all again and again.

11 June 2006

Mind Over Matter

Age is strictly a case of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.
-- Jack Benny

Happy Birthday, Dad!

Screwing in Lightbulbs

At the Glen Phillips show on Thursday (which I'm working on a review of), he told two jokes which I think are worth spreading around. Both are of the "how many (fill in the blank)s does it take to screw in a lightbulb?" variety.

First: How many Microsoft executives does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Ans: None, you just have to redefine darkness as the new industry standard.

Next: How many Republicans does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Ans: It isn't dark, and why do you hate America?

09 June 2006

Internet Wanderings for Internet Ramblings

It's been ages since I cleared out the stuff I've been saving in Bloglines. That's not because I haven't found things I wanted to pass along - far from it. It's because doing these "oh, lookee what I found" posts take time, and I've had not much of that lately. Tonight, however, I have some time. I'm going to turn off the computer eventually, curl up on the couch with my cats and watch a movie - but first, I'm emptying Bloglines.

You're excited. I can tell. So, without further delay...

(Well, okay, with one tiny delay. I used to have the blogs in my Bloglines list in alphabetical order by blog title, but when the list got so long as to require lots of scrolling, I put them in folders. So, they're all caddywhompus now. In other words, there's no rhyme or reason to the order in which I'm going to talk about them. And now...)

  • The Zagat people want your vote on restaurants in Portland, they've told the Food Dude. The deadline is June 18, so get your votes in soon.
  • ExtraMSG has part one of the story of Anthony Bourdain's visit to our fair city. I haven't read it yet (Bourdain's shows and books are really Chris' thing), but the picture is great.
  • Every single one of the posts at she who eats are accompanied by incredible pictures. For no reason in particular, this one really had me transfixed. I swear, I just want to eat the computer sometimes, the pictures look so good.
  • Damn Interesting has a few - this one caught my eye because of my dad's current condition (though as his cancer isn't of the lung this isn't so much helpful as it is just interesting); never a fan of math, I thought this one was particularly fascinating; and finally, I'm nowhere near interested in getting rid of men, and according to this one the idea is still pretty much science fiction.
  • Frytopia found a nostalgia site for Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom, and I'm with her - I can't wait to go browsing through it. I remember so many nights sitting in front of the television with that show... Heck, I even remember the sponsor's theme song.
  • From This Modern World, two items from completely opposite ends of the spectrum. First, this is so sad I almost can't find words for it. And second, this had me laughing that weird laugh one does when one isn't sure of the sanity of the creator of the thing that one thinks is supposed to be funny but then on second thought is kind of wondering if it's supposed to be serious. That laugh.
  • James Tata posts an excerpt detailing what's happening in New Orleans. How quickly we forget, no?
  • I've been reading Ride My Handlebars for awhile now, particularly enjoying the posts about the toy horses that pop up now and again around town. Until I left a comment in one of those posts today, however, I didn't know there was any kind of "organized" effort behind the placing of those horses. (And I say "organized" with quotation marks because it's hardly a militant effort. You'll see what I mean.) Anyway, go check them out, it's a terribly cool idea.
  • And once again, William Bragg has made me click the "save" button more times than I care to admit. (I say "made me," like he's hovering over me as I read his site and forcing my finger onto the left mouse button, which he's not, but you get the idea.) This story is quite sad, considering I'd like to think we're past not understanding cultural differences. (Yes, I know, very Pollyanna of me.) Like Mr. Bragg says here, this isn't a surprise - but it's still irritating. This is an interesting list - I'm not sure I agree with all of it (in fact, I'm quite sure I don't), but it's interesting nonetheless, and kind of makes me want to create my own such list... Hmm... This one, well, I just giggled and got completely disgusted all the way through this thing - it's so vile, and yet you can't help but keep reading. This video is truly funny, but all I could think while watching it was, "Boy, I'll bet they were really sticky afterwards."
And that, my friends, brings us to the end of another episode of "What's Jess been storing in her Bloglines account under the false impression that anyone else gives a crap?" I hope you've enjoyed this round, and we'll see you next time! Bye!

Slow News Week

Between being sick and being busy, I've not been posting regularly here this week. I hope at least one of the aforementioned conditions changes in the not-too-distant future (I'm rooting for the first one), but in the meantime, you'll have to bear with me.

So, a quick note on a positive front - I had a dream in Italian last night.

It wasn't the entire dream, mind you, but it was still pretty cool. I don't often remember my dreams, so it's possible I dream in Italian more often than I'm aware, but to my recollection this is only the 3rd or 4th dream I've had in the last six years - since I started learning the language - that had any Italian in it at all. And last night's dream was fun, too - I was sitting in some Italian piazza on the steps of an old stone fountain or something, surrounded by old Italian men and women taking a break from their passeggiata, and I struck up a conversation with one old gent who was impressed with my language skills.

Now, I realize this is unlikely to happen in real life (the bit about a genuine Italian person being impressed with my language skills, I mean), but I woke up with a bit of a smile. It's only a dream, but I'll take whatever I can get.

07 June 2006

Close Encounters of the Ivan Kind

My friend Vikki, who I've known for years from our days learning Italian together, sent me an email the other day that made me gasp aloud. It seems a coworker of hers was in Italy in May. This fact alone would make her a lucky person indeed, but in addition to just soaking in the Italian light, she also managed to catch a bit of the Giro d'Italia individual time trial around Pisa.

Yes, folks, she basked in the glow of My Boyfriend.

These pictures, both taken by Gwen Fairchild (Vikki's coworker Pam's sister), are the closest I have yet to come to the Giro, and I had to share them with you all (I asked first!).

This first picture is a shot of Ivan in action - and pretty in pink - on his way to a 2nd place in the time trial:


It may surprise you, however, that the picture of Ivan is not my favorite of Gwen's shots. No, I prefer the picture she took of what I like to call "my competition:"


Pam says, "Ivan was a cutie. When he came out to sign in for the stage you'd hear murmurs through the crowd and then big cheers with people yelling, 'Basso, Basso, Basso.' He seemed very appreciative, had that smile and looked just like on TV!"

So, until I get my rear to Italy in May, these pictures will have to suffice.

05 June 2006

Two Blogs? Why Not?

Because I didn't have enough going on in my life already, I'm now writing for two blogs. It's my own fault, really, as I practically begged to be allowed to write on the 2nd one, but still. I should have my head examined (except, you know, I don't even have time to do that).

Y'all know my fondness for cycling (and certain cyclists). Well, one of the new travelogue-blog hybrids that my employer is testing is the Tour de France Logue. It's not being made terribly public at the moment, as it's just now getting populated (and only by me so far), but I thought I'd let you kind folks know about it since it's unlikely that I'll be writing much cycling-related stuff over here anymore. Except, of course, for the occasions in which I need to gush overtly about My Boyfriend, which Chris rightly pointed out I probably shouldn't do on the other site.

For those of you who aren't cycling enthusiasts, be warned - I'm not rushing to Wikipedia anymore to define things like peloton and maglia rosa. If you have questions about terminology, let me know. But just be aware that the new site is aimed more at people who already have a basic understanding of the sport.

Having said that, I do hope some of you will find it interesting and informative. I'm doing it in my "off time" (whatever that is), and I'm trying my best to find the interesting and relevant stories out there. And at the moment I'm having fun with it, which is pretty much the most important part.

Well, that and sleep. But I'll get to that later.

04 June 2006

Greek Sugar High

I think I've mentioned Victoria's "Europe on an Alphabet" blog before; I've been reading her whole adventure (she's on her way to city letter "I" now), and enjoying it all. This post in particular is great, as it shows what one-of-a-kind experiences one can have if one is willing, simply, to ask.

02 June 2006

Glen Phillips - June 8 Show

Unlike the last time Glen Phillips came through town, we found out a couple weeks early this time that he was playing the Aladdin Theater on June 8. Chris will unfortunately miss the show, as he'll be in Taiwan, but I convinced a friend to go with me.

We got his new album, "Mr. Lemons," when it came out last month, and at first we weren't sure if we liked it. It's very different from his last album (much quieter, more acoustic), so that threw us off. But I did what I always do when I'm on the fence about a new album - I put it on "repeat" and listened to it until I make up my mind. In this case, I've decided I love it. And I'm really looking forward to the show.

01 June 2006

Stupid Head Cold

Chris leaves on Saturday for a week's trip to Taiwan, and as a parting gift he's given me his stupid head cold. Dammit. I have, therefore, nothing witty or clever to say, and no energy to go find someone else's witty and/or clever words to post here today. It's hard to think when you're sneezing every five minutes...

I hope to be back to normal soon.