Se habla español

We didn’t do much on Tuesday. I woke Andy up rather late. He used Skype, and I wrote my previous blog post. Before we knew it, it was the early evening, and we hadn’t gone out all day. I wanted to see if the nearby Pere Lachaise Cemetery was open, and Andy wanted to go to a particular electronics store for something. He found out that it was closed, and I figured that the cemetery was closed, but we decided to go out anyway.

After confirming my suspicions, we felt free to wander around Paris for a little while. As he has tended to do, Andy found a market and got a piece of fruit to eat. And as he also has tended to do, he went to a bookstore. During our time in France, he decided he wanted to learn French. The woman at the bookstore recommended another bookstore that specialized in learning languages, so we went there, and Andy picked up a French textbook and an Italian phrasebook.

After parting ways with our generous host, we made our way to the train station. We arrived about an hour early, so we went to a cafe, where Andy had some wine and I got a beer. It was my first legal drink. When I return home, my body will once again be too immature to process alcohol. (I’ve actually heard that used as an excuse for the USA’s draconian drinking age, which I don’t support at all.)

Anyway, the beer was disgusting, and our train left at 11:10 PM for Irun, a town just across the border with Spain. Seated in front of us were two girls about our age with large backpacks like ours. One of them was wearing a Nova Southeastern University sweatshirt. NSU is a private university in South Florida, i.e., near where Andy and I live. We chatted it up with them for a little while, and then the lights went out and people went to sleep.

Except me. I tried, but I’m not heavy enough of a sleeper to nod off on a plane, train, or automobile. So I went though the entire eight-hour train ride awake and at least semi-conscious.

So that was Paris. The first thing I could do when I got there was contrast it to London. The London Underground is cleaner than the Paris Metro. I didn’t realize how nice the trains and stations were in London till I went to Paris.

As I’ve probably mentioned, this was the first time I had ever spent a significant amount of time in a non-English-speaking country. They do some things differently in France. For one thing, they often have water closets rather than having a toilet in the bathroom. I find nothing wrong with this unless I want to, say, wash my hands or (if the room is actually the size of a closet) sit. Also, I found out about the whole shower thing. Their shower heads are the kind that you can hold, allowing you to shower selectively.

France is pretty much like you’d expect. People play tonsil hockey with each other on park benches and take their loaves of bread for a walk. It is wonderful.

As the sun came up, we were approaching the French border. There were a lot of Spanish-looking villages nestled in the mountains, and at one point, the only thing between our train and the Atlantic Ocean was a little house. Andy and I got off at Irun, where we had just enough time at the train station to pick up some food. We had potato omelet sanwiches. Weird, but good.

Then we caught another train to Vitoria-Gasteiz, the capital of the Basque Country. We had decided to stop there between Paris and Madrid to stay with another Esperantist using the Pasporta Servo. After two hours of more beautiful landscapes, we made it to the city, but our host wouldn’t be home till later. We finally found a cafe that had Wi-Fi, so we camped out there. I figured we should buy something, and they had these potato omelets out, so we each got a slice.

It was there that Andy found out that his grandfather had died. He decided that he would go home for the funeral in a few days and then rejoin me a few days later.

We went to our host’s house, which again was actually an apartment. Unlike the last one, it was pretty luxurious. He was a very nice guy, and soon he was showing us around town with another local Esperantist.

I learned quite a bit about the city. It’s called Vitoria in Spanish and Gasteiz in Basque. The central part of the city is on a hill; it has several churches and other buildings that are hundreds of years old. And everywhere, people were walking around. It seemed like a pretty decent-sized city, but our host and his friend kept running into people that they knew.

At one point, Andy tripped on a curb and hurt his toe, so we took a taxi to the hospital. While we were waiting there, Andy had time to go over his Italian flash cards and get a crash course in Basque from our host. The Basque language is unlike any other, and it has official status along with Spanish in that part of the country. Also, Andy’s toe wasn’t broken or anything.

After that, we went to a restaurant for some sandwiches and went home. I guess it was a pretty bad day for Andy, but he was still glad that we had stopped in Vitoria, and so was I. The scenery was good, the people were good, the health care system was good, and the sandwiches were good.

On Thursday, we went back to the station to catch our train to Madrid. Our host, who I believe went to work that day, was kind enough to meet us at the station and see us off. Along the way to Madrid, the scenery gradually changed from mountains and valleys to something like a desert. It started to feel like a desert too.

Finally, we were at the station in Madrid. It was late but still daylight. (The long summer days up here have can mess with your head. In England I was often woken up by daylight around 4:55 AM, and you could still see vestiges of sunlight at 10:30 PM.) We decided to eat dinner at a stand at the station. I had some various meats and a potato omelet sandwich. Then we took a local train to our next Pasporta Servo host in the outlying city of Galapagar.

On Friday, we went out and about to explore the city with some Esperantists. Jorge was the editor of a journal of Esperanto literature. He was accompanied by a Cuban, also called Andy, who, though not much older than us, had recently found political refuge in Spain. He love confusing people by talking to them in Esperanto, confusing Esperantists by talking to them in Ido, and drinking Coca-Cola.

After showing us some landmarks and getting lunch, they took us to the Parque del Retiro, which I recognized from one of my high-school Spanish textbooks.

We sat under a tree in the park. American Andy slept while Jorge and Cuban Andy talked in Esperanto about religion, politics, and the like. I mainly listened. It’s not just because my speaking skills aren’t up to par; I tend not to add much to conversations at all. (A teacher in high school said that when I did contribute to a conversation, it was as if Gandhi had entered a room full of people talking and said “Boo!”, first silencing everyone and then making them reflect: “‘Boo’… Damn, that’s smart.”)

After a while, we woke Andy up and continued our walk around central Madrid, including the Puerta del Sol, the point from which all road distances in Spain are measured. I apologized to Jorge for my awkward phrasings and limited vocabulary when I did talk, but he said I was very good for never having met other Esperantists two weeks ago. To improve my skills, he said, I should be an active reader and read his journal. We eventually reached the Plaza Mayor.

From there, Jorge parted ways with us, and Cuban Andy accompanied us to our train station. At home, our generous host had prepared for dinner a homemade potato omelet and a vegetable salad.

On Saturday, we left early so Andy could get to the airport for his flight home. I went with him because he had to use his Spanish knowledge to help me buy tickets to Seville, my (formerly our) next destination. After that, I met Cuban Andy and a couple of other Spanish Esperantists by the Museo Reina Sofia, where one of them was attending a protest against building an oil refinery in Extremadura. After having some free food and free wine (which tasted really nasty), we walked around for a bit and stopped for Cokes. Andy explained that you can’t find Coca-Cola in Cuba except at a few hotels.

We went to an anthropological museum that was free because of renovations, and then we had lunch out in front of a restaurant. After that, it was just me and Andy. We had planned to go to the popular museums when the admission would be free. First we went to the Reina Sofia, a modern art museum. We didn’t like a lot of the stuff there, but there were some mid-century photographs of Spanish life for which Andy provided a historical context. I also enjoyed the paintings by Miro, Dali, and Picasso. The latter’s Guernica is there, flanked by museum employees who keep visitors far away.

We had some time to kill before El Prado would be free, so we chatted, mainly about Esperanto. Andy reminded me that there’s a city in Germany that calls itself the Esperanto City and said that we should go there.

Finally, El Prado, one of the world’s finest art museums, was opening its doors for free. I’m pleasantly surprised that some museums do this.

As we went inside, I immediately saw a famous painting that I recognized. There were many more where that came from, and Andy seemed to recognize more than I did. Many of the works were by Spanish artists such as Velazquez, Goya, and El Greco, who was actually a Greek. Also, I learned that the Spanish refer to Albrecht Duerer as Alberto Durero.

The highlight of the museum for me was Velazquez’s Las Meninas, a very famous painting and one of my favorites. I also enjoyed getting to see The Garden of Earthly Delights. Read about those. They’re very interesting!

After that, substitute Andy and I were both tired, so we parted ways. I went back to Galapagar, where I fixed myself a bite to eat and went to bed a little too late. After all the time I’ve spent with Esperanists here, I’ve just found out that Jorge Camacho is considered one of the greatest living Esperanto writers. He even has his own article on the English Wikipedia.

I’ve been impressed by Madrid’s art, architecture, and public spaces. The subway system is clean, efficient, and cheap. But today, I’m getting ready to leave for Seville, where I’ll meet my friend Laura, whom I haven’t seen since she moved there 12 years ago. What sorts of crazy haps will ensue? Stay tuned…

I see London, I see France

Saturday was pretty quiet. Andy slept until 4 in the afternoon, so instead of going out, we made pancakes. Actually, he made one big pancake that we cut up and ate. Not much later there was lamb for dinner. We don’t really eat lamb in the States, but I don’t know why not. It tastes like beef.

On Sunday, Andy slept late again. He can sleep forever as long as nothing wakes him up. I convinced him that we should go out, but I wasn’t really sure what we could do. We ended up wandering around London for a few hours in the afternoon. We came across a war memorial in Trinity Square, which is near Tower Hill, which is near the Tower of London. Europeans take the World Wars very seriously.

The next day, as you might have guessed, was Monday. I woke Andy up at 5:30 PM. He made soup. Later, he decided to hang out with one of the guys we had met at the London Esperanto Club, but I didn’t feel like going. I was dead set on going to a pub and having fish and chips. So we decided to meet outside a pub near the house later that night. Even though I called Andy, he didn’t show. His cousin (whose house we were staying at) found both of us as he was driving around; Andy was going home instead of meeting me at the pub. The pub was closed by then, but I was just glad to get a lift home.

Tuesday was supposed to be our last day in England, but we had found that we could get a better price on the train to Paris if we bought our tickets a day in advance rather than on the same day. We asked our hosts if we could stay another night, and it wasn’t a problem. Andy was still sleepy, and there were some things I wanted to do in London before we left, so I went out by myself.

Can you guess what country I’m in?

First, I went to Westminster Abbey.

Beside kings, queens, and at least one saint (who was also a king), a lot of notable Britons are buried there, so I thought it would be interesting to see. Photography isn’t allowed inside, so I didn’t take any photos (unlike some people). Instead, you’ll just have to take my word for everything. Cool? Cool.

Okay, so I knew that there were lots of dead people in Westminster Abbey, but I had no idea how crammed full of tombs it was until I got inside. When you walk in, there are memorials on the left and right sides. They go all the way back to the front door, so that the ticket booth is in front of several sculptures. I was wondering where the actual graves were until I looked down and saw that I was standing on some. They’re marked on the floor all over the place, and many of them are of peple you haven’t heard of from way back during the time when the Abbey wasn’t so crowded. Space seems to be at a premium now.

It was interesting to see the graves of bygone monarchs like Elizabeth I, but I was especially interested in Poets’ Corner, the famous section where the literary types are interred. That’s where you’ll find Robert Browning; Alfred, Lord Tennyson; some other people; and Lawrence Olivier. But the greatest of the great, it seems, are buried in the Nave of the abbey. The famous sculpture of Isaac Newton flanked by cherubs marks the spot where he’s buried there. Of special significance is the tomb of the unknown soldier of World War I. As I was wandering around this holiest of holies, I remembered reading that Charles Darwin had been buried here and wondered where he was. Then I looked down and didn’t need to wonder anymore.

Next, I went to the National Gallery, an art gallery in Trafalgar Square.

Admission is free, so I figured it would be fun to check out. I didn’t know that one of my favorite paintings, the Arnolfini Portrait, was there, as well as several others I had heard of. They also (if I recall) had works by Raphael, El Greco, van Gogh, Monet, and Renoir. I spent most of my time looking at Renaissance-era paintings that were religous in nature. I wish I could have seen everything there, but the museum was going to close soon, and I was getting tired.

I was also getting hungry, so I returned to the cafe on Whitehall where Andy and I had gotten sandwiches a few days before. I had the fish and chips this time. Even though it wasn’t the cafe’s specialty, I had to say that I had fish and chips in England. I came up about a pound short on the bill and had to ask for money from some other American tourists in the restaurant. Frig, why didn’t I just use plastic? Of course I think of that now.

Finally, I set out for Greenwich to see the Royal Observatory, the place that the Prime Meridian is defined to run through. I’m not sure how many other people would want to go to the Prime Meridian; it seems like a boring Jordon thing. It’s kind of out of the way from central London, so it took me a while to get there by train, but it was worth it.

As the sun was setting, I made it to Greenwich, which is a quaint little place on the south bank of the Thames, across from the Isle of Dogs. I made my way to Greenwich Park, where the observatory can be found atop a hill.

The observatory was closed, but I was able to peer through the gates to see the “Prime Meridian of the World” sign. Apparently, I had already crossed into the Eastern Hemisphere without realizing it. Fortunately, a short section of the meridian was marked outside the gates, so I paused for the inevitable photo op.

Thus ended my romps in London. Yesterday, Andy and I were getting ready to leave, but we didn’t have much time because we weren’t supposed to make noise while Andy’s cousin was giving a yoga lesson. In fact, she invited us to join her, and we obliged (well, I obliged). Never having done yoga before, I was of course not very flexible, but apparently I’m a natural squatter. Toward the end, I was advised to stop and just breathe while closing my eyes and sitting yoga-style. You know, “Om…” Apparently I impressed everyone with my ability to sit still. Thanks?

After that, Andy and I took a train to Paris and left our gracious hosts and the rest of London behind.

The first thing I really noticed about England (besides the weather) was how the people lived. On the train from the airport, I saw endless rows of little English houses all squeezed together on winding streets. People seem to live that way everywhere around London. The house in Mill Hill was like that too. Andy’s relatives told me it was 135 years old. Mill Hill was kind of suburban but still quaint. The high street (main street) had lots of shops, and people apparently lived above them, even if the place was a Subway.

Speaking of which, the cultural differences were really apparent at times. I would see signs that said “Subway,” but I knew they couldn’t be referring to the underground train system because that’s called the Underground. It turns out that a British subway is a pedestrian tunnel under a road. Who knew?

During my stay, I got some lessons on British words and phrases. I learned (or learnt) a bit about soccer (or football). I tried English tea (which tasted the same as any other tea) and found out that Heinz salad cream (salad dressing) is delicious on baked potatoes. And I had my fish and chips. London was a good experience, and I’m glad we could stay in a place that felt like home.

The Channel Tunnel, or Chunnel, is a feat of modern engineering, but it isn’t very interesting to go through. Andy slept through it and didn’t believe me when I told him we were already in France. I told him to look at the roads we passed by and verify that cars were driving on the right.

We arrived in Paris in the late afternoon and had a heck of a time trying to get to the hostel we had booked. It can be hard to get around in a new city when you don’t speak the language. All I really know how to say in French are “Hello”, “I don’t speak French”, “Do you speak English?”, and “Thank you”. But we did find the place, so we are now enjoying (i.e., having) our first hostel experience.

There’s a room on the ground floor with a bar, a kitchen, and some tables. It’s also a good place to use the Wi-Fi (which we have to pay for, so I’m writing this post offline). Andy was checking his e-mail here last night when he got a message from one of his Esperanto contacts. It was an invitation to an Esperanto gathering at a cafe downtown. Of course, we went.

There were at least a dozen Esperantists there; most of them were Parisians, but I did see several Japanese visitors as well. Everyone was friendly, and I didn’t have too hard of a time understanding them. Some people left, but those of us who remained went to an Italian restaurant and chatted it up. They spoke to the waiter for Andy and me. Suddenly, this strange new city wasn’t so scary after all. We had friends.

Andy and I returned to the hostel and slept. I’m a light sleeper, so I didn’t appreciate that one of the people in our room woke up at 5:15 in the morning and spent at least half an hour making lots of noise, including answering a call on her cell phone. She also left the light on even when she seemed to have left the room. After that, I slept better.

We got up this morning for free breakfast and then had to be out for the day. To encourage guests to go outside and become responsible young persons, the hostel closes from 11 AM to 3 PM. They also make sure that the place is dirty and disgusting so you never want to be there. I am glad we won’t be here much longer.

Anyway, we went out and met an Esperanto friend that Andy had made online. He was a nice guy, and he brought his friend who didn’t speak Esperanto but did speak English. We went to a small skate park and Andy tried his hand at skateboarding; I, valuing my high number of non-broken bones, knew better than to try. But a pleasant time was had by all.

After that, Andy and I went Sacre-Coeur, a beautiful church that sits high on a hill overlooking Paris.

Next, we went to Place de la Concord and walked down the Champs-Elysses to the Arc de Triomphe. It was hard to get a good picture because the sun was behind it. That didn’t stop me from making a weird face at the camera, though.

And that was today. Tomorrow, we’ll be leaving the hostel and staying with an Esperantist as we see more sights around Paris. Stay tuned…

Jolly good!

The flight to London seemed endlessly long. And it was filled with children. Actually, that part wasn’t so bad, but it could have been. I managed to keep myself busy mainly by just thinking about stuff. That’s what I often do to beat boredom. When I got tired of that, I watched several of the in-flight movies, viz. Frost/Nixon and Gran Torino. I didn’t sleep. Basically, 2 AM jumped to 7 AM, cutting out some prime sleeping time. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway because the plane was too noisy.

Anyway, we landed in the UK on Wednesday morning without a hitch, and the weather was typical: cold and overcast and slightly rainy. The four of us made our way into London before deciding to head for our own lodging; Mark and Dan went to a hotel while Andy and I trekked to Andy’s relatives house in Mill Hill, Barnet, Greater London. After much frustration in trying to take the underground and overground trains, we made it to Mill Hill, and from there we asked locals how to get to the right street. Finally, we found the house and were greeted by one of Andy’s relatives.

After settling in, we thought we would kill some time (and keep our jet-lagged selves from dozing in the afternoon) by taking a train into London and walking around a bit. But it was so cold that we didn’t stray far from the station where we had gotten off. There wasn’t much to see around there, so we went home but got kept taking the wrong trains. It was pretty confusing because some of the trains passed by our stop but didn’t stop there. All the while, we were trying to beat the jetlag by not falling asleep. Even I was nodding off at that point.

Finally we were home, and we met more of Andy’s relatives. There are three of them in all, parents and a son older than us. We finished the long day in a very British manner: by eating Indian food (which was delicious, by the way) and watching soccer on TV. Then we went to sleep. Ah, beautiful sleep…

On Thursday, Andy and I woke up well-rested and ready to see all the sights. We took a bus to Oxford Circus and planned to mosey down to the Palace of Westminster. I kept getting distracted by monuments off in the distance, and before we knew it, we were at a road lined with British flags and a lovely park on the opposite side. Toward the end of the road there was some kind of monument, so we decided to see what it was.

It turned out to be a monument to Queen Victoria, and behind it was none other than Buckingham Palace. We stuck around for a little while before continuing to Westminster.

We were getting hungry at this point, so near the Cenotaph and Downing Street we stopped at a cafe for sandwiches. And we continued on to Big Ben. It was pretty cloudy that day, so I didn’t think the pictures would come out well, but it looks like they have.

We crossed Westminster Bridge to go to County Hall and the London Eye. We thought about getting on the Eye, but we decided to wait until the weather improved. So we went toward the Tower Bridge, crossing London Bridge and passing the Monument and the Tower of London along the way.

We couldn’t actually do a lot of stuff at this point because it was getting late. We were also very tired, so we went home. Andy cooked some stir fry, and then we tried to make some Pasporta Servo contacts in France before we went to bed.

On Friday, we went into town again. The first thing I wanted to do was go to Abbey Road, famously shown on the cover of the Beatles album of the same name and home of the studio where they did most of their recording. As I had expected, there were a few fans there, and the wall outside the studio (also called Abbey Road) was covered in brand-new graffiti from visitors around the world.

The people there were also trying to get photos of themselves making the famous walk across the street, so I didn’t feel so cheesy about trying to do it myself. Anyway, I wouldn’t be able to live myself if I hadn’t done it.

After that, we went to the London Eye because it was a sunny day. We stood in line for about a half hour, and the ride (or “flight”) itself lasted as long, so it wasn’t that bad. It was a great opportunity to see the city.

We had some time to kill before the meeting of the London Esperanto Club that we had planned to attend. So we went to Camden, near were it was supposed to be, and walked around a bit while having some fruit from a local market. We made our way to the London Irish Centre, where the club would meet, and sat outside because we were still early. I had never met other Esperantists before, so I was kind of nervous. Finally, we went in and had a seat near some of them. They were mostly older folks, and they welcomed us heartily. We chatted a bit, always in Esperanto, and then went upstairs for the meeting, also in Esperanto.

One of the members was compiling an Esperanto-English dictionary and showed us some entries he had come up with (and some he had decided to exclude). He was having some issues with trying to decide between British English and American English words, so it was fortunate that there were American visitors there. We talked about words and such, and when that was over, we introduced ourselves to the group and mentioned how we started an Esperanto club at our school. They weren’t all old; the president was younger and an American, and another member was a Slovak who looked to be in his twenties.

We went downstairs to chat with the twentysomething guy (in Esperanto), and before we knew it, it was dark out and almost everyone had left. He treated us to dinner at a vegetarian Chinese buffet in Camden, where we talked about our Esperanto-related plans for the summer. Then he presented some of his Esperanto raps (oh yes, there is such a thing). By then, it was getting late, so we went home, whereupon I fell asleep.

We haven’t planned anything for today, so maybe we’re just going to take it easy. Before we leave, I would like to check out Westminster Abbey or at least go to a pub and have fish and chips. We’ll see how things unfold…

Almost there

I’m leaving for Europe on Tuesday. This may be my last post before I leave! Or maybe not. Stay tuned to find out!

There are four of us: Mark, Dan, Andy, and I. The trip was Mark’s idea, and he asked us if we wanted to come along. We’ve decided to split into two groups so it would be easier to find accommodations. Also, Mark and Dan wanted to do some things while Andy and I wanted to do other things. We’ll be going to many of the same places but probably at different times, and Andy and I will be spending time with Esperanto speakers.

The two of us will also attend Esperanto events such as the Summer Esperanto Study (SES) in Slovakia and the International Youth Congress of Esperanto (IJK) in the Czech Republic (not Prague, although you’re going to tell me it’s a beautiful city). We made our arrangements last week; it felt good to get them out of the way.

The events should be a great way to meet new people while improving our Esperanto. To date, 98 SES participants (not including Andy and me) have allowed their names and locations to be listed online. Of these, 1 is from the United States. And among 325 other IJK participants who are listed online, only 1 is from the US (not the same person, if you’re wondering). Several people are from countries that my government isn’t very fond of, such as Cuba and Iran. This will be a great opportunity to learn about other cultures without politics getting in the way.

Andy has already been meeting other Esperantists; he decided to go to the National Congress of Esperanto-USA in St. Louis this weekend. Although he makes spontaneous trips like that all the time, I wasn’t ready to take a plane trip halfway across the country on a few days’ notice. He called me a few times and seemed to be having a good time. I wish I could have been there. Maybe we can go together next year with some more planning.

Yesterday I went shopping to get most of the things I still needed for the trip. Now I have everything I think I’ll need except for a clothesline for indoor use. I’ve seen clotheslines for sale that you can tie to trees, but none with some indoor sticky hook things on each end. Hopefully I won’t need to hang my clothes dry anyway. Bleah. I also thought about getting souvenirs from home (my city, or Florida, or the US, or whatever) to give as gifts to new friends and anyone who provides us hospitality. Any ideas? Also keep in mind that tomorrow is a national holiday, so my shopping options are limited!

Danger Mouse, the artist behind the Beatles/Jay-Z mashup The Grey Album, has a new album called Dark Night of the Soul. It’s the result of collaborations with various artists who sing on each of the tracks, including Jason Lytle of Grandaddy, a band that I’m a fan of. The album hasn’t officially been released due to legal issues, so Mr. Mouse et al. are selling a blank CD-R with artwork and a note saying to “[u]se it as you will.” You can stream the album from NPR and download it from some BitTorrent trackers; here it is at The Pirate Bay. I know an album is good when I go back to listen to it a second time right away. I listened to this one eight times in a row. Highly recommended.

Following the green star

The Pasporta Servo (Passport Service) is a hospitality network for Esperanto speakers. Since my friend Andy and I are about to embark on a two-month trip to Europe, and because we’re Esperantists, we thought we should take advantage of this great resource. There’s just one problem: this year’s edition of the address book hasn’t been published yet. Normally it’s published early in the year, but since they’re making an online version of what was previously only a book, things got complicated, apparently.

Andy and I just posted a request for hosts on the lernu.net forums, and we’ve already gotten a response from a young guy near Paris who we can probably stay with for at least a few nights. Also, I decided to buy last year’s edition of the Pasporta Servo, which Esperanto-USA was still offering for sale. I don’t think using it will be a big problem; this year’s version can’t be very different. While I was buying Esperanto-related stuff, I also bought a little Esperanto flag and some buttons so other Esperantists can identify us. Seeing that flag just makes me so happy. I’m looking forward to staying with and befriending a lot of nice people.

To call friends and family at home or future friends in Europe at low, low rates, I set out to install the Internet telephony program Ekiga on our Eee PC. It wasn’t as straightforward as I thought it would be, though. The EeeUser wiki has a whole big page about adding software repositories, but none of the ones listed on that page had Ekiga, so they were pretty useless. What to do, what to do?

I had read somewhere that the customized version of Xandros that runs on the Eee PC is based on Debian Etch, so I decided to add the Etch repositories to see what would happen. If my system got hosed, I could just reboot and restore everything to the factory configuration. So I added the following line to /etc/apt/sources.list:

deb http://http.us.debian.org/debian etch main contrib

The EeeUser wiki page wasn’t entirely useless. It taught me about the importance of pinning, which gives different priority levels to different repositories. I edited /etc/apt/preferences to give the standard Eee PC repositories a higher pin priority than the default 500:

Package: *
Pin: origin update.eeepc.asus.com
Pin-Priority: 950

Then I went to Synaptic to install Ekiga, but I kept getting an error message about being unable to parse /var/lib/dpkg/status. I tried some fixes as suggested on the wiki, but the problem persisted. I even restored the original settings, but to no avail. So I just tried using apt-get on the command line, and that worked. Apparently I also could have just scrolled down to Ekiga in Synaptic. The message apparently only comes up if I install a package after entering a search keyword.

Anyway, Ekiga seems to be working fine except for lag problems on my end and sound quality problems on other people’s end. The latter, I hope, can be fixed by adjusting the equalization of the microphone, i.e., giving it more treble and less bass. But I can’t seem to find a utility to do that. More research is needed. In the meantime, I have set Ekiga to start automatically, so friends and family who want to call me should be able to whenever the computer is on.

Self-explanatory: japanesebirdcookingspaghetti.com.

Dork Yearbook is a collection of dorky photos of dorks when they were dorky children. I’m glad I wasn’t that dorky as a little kid. (Via waxy.org)

A sweet end

End-of-year things have been going on. Last Monday, I presided over the last Esperanto Club meeting of the year. Not a lot of people showed up, but I guess that can be expected since people had to study for exams and do more important end-of-year things. We had elections, but no one was challenged, so they were kind of pointless. Still, you’ve got to respect the democratic process.

Last Thursday, Get Carded had its year-end dinner at Bento Cafe, a hip Asian place. This year, they’d been awarding points to people for volunteering a certain number of hours at events. The member with the most points at the end of the year would get a gift card for the restaurant of their choice. I was the frontrunner all year, so Michael and Jehan, the guys in charge, already asked me what restaurant I wanted a gift card for. And on Thursday night, I was awarded Volunteer of the Year (defending my title from last year) with a gift card good for Chili’s, Macaroni Grill, and a couple of other places whose names I can’t be bothered to remember because I’m too lazy to take the gift card out of my wallet even though I could have taken it out and checked in the time it’s taken me to write this.

Saturday night was a Gator Freethought party. I was only able to go to a few of their meetings this year due to scheduling conflicts, so I thought I’d make up for it by going to a party at the former president’s house. It was fun; there were games, political debates, and s’mores. I wish I had gone to more of those parties.

Oh, and exams. My first exam was yesterday, a whole week after classes ended. I think I did well. My other two were today. In fact, the exams I expected to be harder were easier and the one I expected to be easier was harder. Is that ironic? It might be Alanis Morissette ironic, but I don’t think it’s really ironic.

For my discrete math class, we got to choose our own grade distribution (according to certain guidelines), so I took advantage of that by writing a program that would find the best grade distribution for me. I gave it a few possible values for my final exam grade and went for one of the distributions that weighed my final somewhat heavily but not as heavily as possible. It made getting an A pretty easy without the risk of getting a very bad grade if I somehow bombed the final. I shared my program with my classmates, and at least some of them used it, which was cool.

After that exam, which was my last, my roommate moved out, and I’m now left in a half-empty room till Saturday. But all is not lost. I planned a date with my new friend. We hadn’t met for a while due to various things (mainly exams) getting in the way, but things worked out tonight. We went to Chop Stix, a pan-Asian place, for dinner, and it was delightful. I’d like to see her again before I go home, and I might.

And, well, that’s basically it. I guess it’s time to put this year to bed. I’ll be moving out on Saturday, and I’ll probably get home Sunday.

If world leaders were on Facebook, they would probably have a Facebook group for world leaders.

The Benny Hillifier makes any video sillier by substituting the audio with that sax tune from The Benny Hill Show.

You know you need to put your comic strip to bed when you reuse artwork and/or jokes from decades ago. Recently, Blondie and The Family Circus have been caught doing just that. (Via J-Walk Blog)

Another week

I’ve survived another week. These classes are pretty demanding. I had my first two exams; digital logic on Tuesday and discrete math today.

Digital logic was pretty rough. I wish I had studied more, but I’m not sure how much it would have helped. In any case, I think I did okay. The exam counts for 28% of my grade.

I was expecting discrete math to be pretty bad because the teacher (a grad student) doesn’t teach well, but I studied with a friend who reminded me that we were allowed to have a cheat sheet. Boy, was that helpful. Also, a lot of the questions on the exam were adapted from or taken directly from the practice problems. So I felt good about the exam. It’s 20% of my grade.

What else? At work, we’re working on moving the web site to a new server. The site currently runs on Mac OS X (did you know there were Mac servers and that people actually use them?), and the new server runs FreeBSD. (No, I didn’t make that choice. I’m not in charge of the server configuration, so stop asking me questions about it. I don’t even have root access to this new server yet. “Jordon, you’re the webmaster and you don’t have root access to the new server?” No. No questions. Stop.)

Anyway, the main issue for me is that file names in Mac OS X are case-insensitive, while on FreeBSD, like any good Unix, they are case-sensitive. Past webmasters have been, shall we say, inconsistent with capitalization on the site. For ordinary requests, this will be fixed with the Apache module mod_speling (ha ha, Apache), but some PHP includes would still be broken, so I’ve had to change them to use all-lowercase file names throughout the site. This is in anticipation of my renaming all of the files on the site to all lowercase, which the network guy wants me to do.

There’s much more to the move, but I can save that for another day.

Meanwhile, my Esperanto Club has been meeting every week. We’ve got a small group that includes some people who weren’t with us last semester and doesn’t include some people who were with us last semester. I hope people aren’t skipping out because they think our lessons are stultifyingly boring. I think we could do some more fun things, but first, we have to teach the basics. Andy, my trusty Vice President, has been making comprehensive slide shows based on the excellent Teach Yourself Esperanto, third edition. He’s also videoblogging about our meetings in Esperanto and I bet he’d love it if random people watched his videos and commented on them!

So that’s all that’s been going on. And now, the links.

Apparently, Queen Rania of Jordan (which is not to be confused with me, Jordon) has her own YouTube channel. Here’s a video where she spoofs David Letterman’s top ten list. The question remains: if a queen cracks bad jokes, do her subjects have to laugh? (Via The Presurfer)

This would be fun if you like to confuse people: How to Make a Sawed-Off USB Key.

And finally, the Stories Behind 10 Famous Food Logos. (Via The Presurfer)

Europe ’09

A few months ago, my friend Mark mentioned that he wanted to go backpacking through Europe over the summer. Then he bought a plane ticket. The implication was that I was invited to come along. The more, the merrier, Mark said. Our friend Andy decided he would go along, and Dan did too. How could I resist?

Okay, I had to think about it a bit. It is a big decision to spend a lot of money traveling on another continent for two months. But it’s the chance of a lifetime. Who knows how many people I’ll meet and how many things I’ll see and do? And when’s the next time I’ll be able to travel across Europe with friends?

So I made it official. Yesterday, I bought a plane ticket to London on the same flight as Mark and Dan. We’re leaving May 26 and coming back July 31. Yep. Over two months.

Interestingly (I’m reminded of a professor I had last semester would stress the third syllable of that word), Mark, Andy, Dan, and I, are the officers of the Esperanto Club here at the University of Florida. We plan to do at least some traveling within the Passport Service, a hospitality network for Esperanto speakers. It’ll be a great way to meet people, practice the language, and save money. We also plan on going to the International Youth Congress of Esperanto in Liberec, Czech Republic. As it happens, our club’s faculty advisor teaches Czech and will be in the country then, so maybe she’ll come along.

While I happen to be on the continent, I’d really like to visit my distant cousins in Croatia and see the beautiful town that my ancestors emigrated from. Also, if my friend Kevin happens to be with his family in Spain over the summer, I’d like to drop by and say hola. And if any of you want to put up four guys for a few nights, it would be much appreciated.

So, people who live in or have been to Europe: what should I see? I’ll have two whole months, and I’d like to do as much as possible. What do you recommend? Do you have any tips? Also, I’ll be celebrating my 20th birthday during the trip, so if you have any ideas for that, I’d like to hear them.

If you know me, you probably have a lot of questions: “What about this? What about that? What a horrible idea!” Obviously, I don’t have all my arrangements made yet, but I am thinking about them. I think I want a travel-sized guitar because I obviously can’t go without playing the guitar for two months. I might also bring my laptop, even though I nearly broke it last year when I took it to the dining hall down the street. If I don’t bring my computer, I’ll at least try to blog as often as possible. I’d also like to take hundreds if not thousands of pictures, so I’ll pick up a larger memory card for my camera.

Wow. I can’t wait. It’ll be the experience of a lifetime.

Rejected titles for this post include:

• Go east, young man
• Eurotrip
• The World of Stuff goes to Europe
• The World of Stuff Live! In Europe
• The World of Stuff’s European Vacation

Barack Obama wrote some books, and that means there are audiobook versions of his books. Here’s your chance to hear the President utter some questionable quotations like “Sure you can have my number, baby!” and things you can’t say on TV. (Via waxy.org)

In case you doubted it: the Top 10 Signs of Evolution in Modern Man. Pretty fascinating stuff. (Via The Presurfer)

Wikipedia has a long list of shibboleths. (There’s also an article explaining what a shibboleth is.)

2008: The Year in Review

Another year has slipped behind us. It seems like only yesterday that we rang in 2008, and here it’s about to be 2009. At the end of every year I’d always like to say it’s been a good year, but it never really has. There’s always the world situation to consider, and that’s never very rosy. Despite that good triumphed over evil, I can’t help but be reminded about how bad 2008 has been if you have money or a house. But as someone who doesn’t have much money or a house, it was pretty okay. Here, in bulleted list form, is what went down in ’08.

• January 1 – After watching the Florida Gators lose their bowl game to Michigan, I have dinner at my friend Mark’s house.
• January 4 – A new article at TWoS: Free Your Computer with Linux.
• January 6 – My suitemates and I go on a Geocaching mini-adventure.
• January 7 – The first day of my second semester of college.
• January 15 – I go to a lecture by Jack Kevorkian.
• January 17 – Cameron, Adam, and I visit our other suitemate in the hospital.
• January 17 – I make a new friend and get the idea to start an Esperanto club with her.
• January 29 – I vote for the first time ever in my life.
• February 8 – I hand over control of flipacoin.net, the oldest part of TWoS, to a new owner.
• February 12 – I go to Free Pancake Day at IHOP with my sister and our friend.
• February 16-17 – Our new suitemate Evan treats us to some revelry in his native Tampa, and we spend the night at his house.
• February 20 – I watch a lunar eclipse with my friends.
• February 29 – I document the leap day by taking photos throughout the day.
• February 29 – Evan puts a kiddie pool in the bathroom, fills it with hot water from the shower, and invites his friends. We have a pool party in our dorm.
• March 4 – My not-yet-formed Esperanto club is mentioned in my local paper.
• March 13 – While on spring break, my friends and I visit the old high school.
• March 20 – I go to a pretty awesome orchestra concert.
• March 21 – I go on a non-date. We go to dinner with one of her friends and then see Kimya Dawson with some more of her friends.
• April 3 – I volunteer at Lifeapalooza, Get Carded’s end-of-year event.
• April 5 – I go tubing on the Ichetucknee with friends and friends’ friends.
• April 6 – TWoS turns 5 years old.
• April 11 – I’m Get Carded’s Volunteer of the Year.
• April 12 – I go to the spring football game.
• April 12 – I get inducted into Phi Eta Sigma honor society.
• April 18 – Ask… date… ugh.
• April 30 – Agh… again…
• May 2 – I come home from my first year of college.
• May 9-11 – Family vacation at the family vacation spot.
• May 18 – I discover that I closed my window on a snake several days before. Awesome!
• May 26 – I go canoeing with my friends on Memorial Day.
• May 31 – My grandmother finds an old Hanoverian coin and gives it to me.
• June 3 – I visit my old high school again and find out that this site is censored there.
• June 4 – I go to the Rapids Water Park with some friends.
• June 14 – I create a family genealogy page.
• June 21-22 – I read a whole book (George Orwell’s Animal Farm) in Esperanto.
• July 4 – I hang out at my friend Nick’s house for a barbecue and other fun.
• July 9 – Nick and I get together at my house to jam.
• July 12 – I invite my friends to a barbecue restaurant for my birthday.
• July 13 – My 19th birthday.
• July 19 – I see The Dark Knight at midnight with my friends. It’s a big deal to everyone.
• July 28 – It’s official: I’m farsighted.
• August 16 – I go to South Beach with Nick and TJ.
• August 21 – I move back to Hume Hall for a second year.
• August 24 – I go to the Student Honors Organization’s beginning-of-the-year barbecue (I sure have been doing a lot of barbecue-related things) with friends new and old.
• August 25 – On my way to my first class of my second year of college, a Christian guy encounters me, and I handle the situation well.
• September 5 – I visit the Alligator‘s office to talk about the possibility of being an editorial columnist.
• September 9 – My friend Mark and I teach people Esperanto phrases outside the student union, and I get interviewed by a journalism student.
• September 17 – I interview for the webmaster job at the Dean of Students Office… and I get the job.
• September 19 – I find out that the faculty at my high school read my blog for at least a year and cited it in meetings.
• September 26 – I write a letter to a Marine in Iraq.
• October 6 – My first day on the job.
• October 9 – The journalism student’s article about me and my Esperanto club is published in the Alligator.
• October 16 – For the Esperanto club’s first event, I give a presentation introducing the language to people who are interested.
• October 24 – I participate in an unsuccessful attempt to break the world record for the largest water balloon fight.
• October 28 – 1,000th post.
• November 4 – I voted!
• November 11 – I go to Lake Wauburg with my friends. I have a wonderful time.
• November 21 – I go to a volleyball game with some of the same friends.
• November 26-28 – I spend Thanksgiving at my grandparents’ house.
• December 3 – I participate in an unsuccessful attempt to break the world record for the largest human green ribbon.
• December 4 – I go to another orchestra concert with my friends Mark and Andy.
• December 5 – The Esperanto club’s end-of-semester event, Esperanto-Vespermanĝo (Esperanto Dinner).
• December 9 – I wake up sick and late for class for the first time ever.
• December 19 – I return home to my newly semi-redecorated room.
• December 25 – I spend Christmas at home with family and friends.

I plan to ring in the new year at my friend Nick’s. As you can see, I tend to go to his house on holidays. It’s like the Holiday Inn or something. But I know I’ll have a good time there.

A year ago, I asked (or, rather, you asked),

Where do I see myself at the end of 2008? I’m glad you asked. I don’t really know, actually…. I’ll still be in college, hopefully, and I’ll probably be working on that computer science major. I hope to be in a relationship, or at least to have been in a relationship. Actually, just to be dating would be nice. We’ll just have to see, I guess.

This wasn’t the year. All I can say is maybe next year.

Anyway, have a great New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day. May you keep your new year’s resolutions all year, and may 2009 be a world of good stuff.

Oh, and one more thing: a site called Change.org is collecting ideas to submit to the Obama administration. Anyone can register at the site and vote ideas up in various categories. The first round of voting ends tonight. Please vote in favor of citizens’ funding of the nation’s elections, net neutrality, and teaching Esperanto in schools. I’m very pleased to see how well that last one is doing.

Full circle, gaining momentum

I spent some time planning an end-of-semester/Zamenhof Day event for my Esperanto club. The usual Zamenhof Day celebration is to have a dinner on December 15. Since that day falls during final exams, and because adulation of the creator of Esperanto is increasingly unfashionable, I decided we should have a general Esperanto-Vespermanĝo (Esperanto Dinner) at a local restaurant on Friday night. Most of the actual “planning” was trying to get local Esperantists to come, but none of the ones I contacted were able to.

As for the restaurant, I chose Tim and Terry’s, which is casual and has live music. We ate outside (pretty much the only place to eat) and chatted for a while about Esperanto and general topics. I already knew it was a cool place to hang out because the student freethought organization has had several get-togethers there. In fact, it was at Gator Freethought’s January outing that I came up with the idea to start the Esperanto club. In December, I came back with an actual club. Full circle.

Of course, we took the obligatory group photo:

From left to right, that’s Andy (Vice President), Enrique, George, Dan (Secretary), me (President), Mark (Treasurer), and I’m pretty sure his name is Trevor. I was kind of surprised by who turned out and who didn’t. These people only went to a few meetings, while the people who went to more meetings didn’t show up. One of the usual guys passed up the Vespermanĝo to go to a ballet… with a girl… who already had a boyfriend. Clearly there is room for improvement here.

For a while now, Mark has been planning to go backpacking through Europe over the summer. When our club got off the ground, he decided that he could learn Esperanto to get around and get some free lodging. Andy wants to join him, and he’s extended his invitation to me and everyone else in the club. How could I pass this up? I’ve always kind of wanted to go to Europe. There are so many things to do and people to meet. Maybe I’d even have a fling. Fine, probably not!

Anyway, it’s a lot to think about. Going to Europe for the summer means I wouldn’t be able to keep my job (unless they held it for me special?). I would also spend a lot of money, free lodging or no. And how would I blog? (Yes, I thought about this.) I would have to just hit up an Internet cafe or a host’s computer every few days. It’s doable. And it would make this blog much more exciting: The World of Stuff, Live from Europe!

I ran the whole idea by my parents, and they were supportive. I could not be much more surprised. Don’t be surprised if I evaporate out of the plans. Remember when I wanted to go to Honduras? I’ve also wanted to go to Canada and New York (shocking, the latter, isn’t it?). It never happens.

Remember in my last post when I said that a local TV station covered our organ donation event? Watch their piece on YouTube. That’s me standing behind the girl in the opening shot.

A creepy argument for banning subliminal messages: WTF, Broccoli?

For those who still don’t realize what’s wrong with the RIAA and MPAA’s bullying tactics, here’s an extended metaphor that kind of works: If the MPAA Did Handbags.