I start a new job on Wednesday as a project manager in Disaster Recovery at GlaxoSmithKline. The offices are a 5 minute drive from my house - astounding!

The night too quickly passes

And we are growing old,

So let us fill our glasses

And toast the Days of Gold;

When finds of wondrous treasure

Set all the South ablaze,

And you and I were faithful mates all through the Roaring Days.

Henry Lawson, "The Roaring Days"

How can they not have cottage cheese?

So here I am trying to move to a healthier diet. More fruit and vegetables, less bread and pasta, you know the drill. So I was shopping at Tesco's and for crying out loud, they don't sell plain cottage cheese.

They sell disgusting low-fat cottage cheese with it's plastic texture and taste. They sell plain low fat cottage cheese, low-fat cottage cheese with cheddar, with pineapple (and lots of pineapple juice to make it a soggy goo), with alien vegetable combos, and with corn and tuna and sweet chili - I can't even begin to describe how revolting that sounds to me. And yes, they do sell one variety of regular cottage cheese - with added creme fraiche - which makes it a loose, liquidy, creamy strangeness, tasting like you are eating lumpy cream, forget the cotage cheese.

Ugh! All I wanted was some plain regular cottage cheese to provide protein for my lunches.

But no, not in 3rd world Britain.

You can't even trust your familiar old brands to be safe here - they "localise" the recipes. Thus Cheerios that are sweet from the box, 7UP that is tooth achingly sweet, Heinz ketchup and Hellman's mayonaise that have strong distinct vinegar tangs.

It's not that I am being jingoistic about American products. It's quite a different story on the other side of the channel in France and Belguim ( not to mention Switzerland). Asti & I routinely do day trips over the Channel and shop in the French Hypermarts or the Bruges farmers market and their food is gorgeous.

I've heard a lot of talk about the "New British Cooking" all full of self-praising accolates. It's rubbish. Whatever they make might manage to look pretty but by and large it tastes pretty mediocre or gross. (We won't even start with the cost of food here because that itself is enough to sicken you!)

Not to say you can't go to some restaurants and find fantastic food. You can. We do. I just had dim sum at Yauatcha in Broadwick Street, Soho, London. Oh my god it's fantastic. Must orders: baked venison puffs, almond prawns - and the beef ho fun is to die for!

But sometimes all you want is some cottage cheese for a simple lunch with sliced fresh fruit on top. And fuggeddaboudit, it ain't happening here.

Went to see Cabaret at the Lyric theatre with Asti today. Awesome, awesome, awesome production. The actress playing Sally Bowes was no Liza Minella, not in her dreams; she was adequate and passably good in a few bits. The rest of the cast was ok. The orchestra was great. And the MC, ah the MC...the MC -was- the show and he was fabulous. From the moment he peeked his head out of the dilated iris in the wooden front "curtain" and said Wilkommen! he drew in the audience and had us eating out of his hands - and replying to his demands. No way to describe it, but he was sensationally good. Wow! I am so impressed. And the ending of this version of Cabaret was stunning - they slowly drop their clothes and walk naked into the showers as the clouds of zyklon B swirl. Wow!

In the middle of the night on Thursday (Friday morning at 3:30am) I woke up with terrible chest pain. It was as if someone wrapped a belt around my upper chest and was pulling it tight, along with that I had difficulty breathing. I felt clammy and slightly nauseous and light headed. So of course I thought to myself - is this angina/am I having a heart attack? I also considered, was it just a bad reaction to the aspirin I'd taken about an hour before at 2:30 am? Should I wake up Alan and have him drive me to the hospital just to be safe or should I risk dying rather than feel like a fool with a false alarm. Then the pain got bad enough I didn't care about feeling like a fool. I poked Alan awake and told him I was having chest pain and take me to West Middlesex Hospital (which is basically next door to our estate). Alan was dressed in a flash, and in moments I was in West Mid's A&E where a jobsworth behind the counter nevertheless took my details, slowly found them in the database, printed them out and alerted a passing doctor that I was having chest pain and trouble breathing. (Hold onto your seats, ladies and gentlemen) Within literally 2 minutes I was in a spotless emergency room being hooked up to a EKG machine and other state of the art kit we Americans take for granted but the NHS seems to regard as indulgent and optional. Technicians were taking blood, Emergency room technicians/nurses were getting details and prepping for the doctor who arrived in short order. And - they were all serious, listened to details I had to say, gentle, careful, thorough. The doctor on call that morning was a young woman with fantastic bedside skills who listened and explained lucidly. I'll skip to the end now..it turns out I was not having a heart attack. After 3 hours of intensive checking, testing, 4 sets of blood tests, x-ray, etc they could finid nothing wrong although it was clear to them I had been in extreme pain and brathing distress. The doctor referred me for further testing with a specialty group. However, she explained in detail they could find nothing wrong except that I was anemic as I had told her.
So false alarm? Not really, the pain was absolutely genuine.
Not the way I like to spend my nights. I was exhausted when I got home about 7am and slept most of the day on and off. Of course Alan stayed home - his night was also disrupted. I am unkind enough to have wished he went to work anyway since I just wanted to be alone and quiet.
Anyway that was how I spent my night. I was very impressed with West Mid's A&E staff.

And after all that, it might well have been the aspirin.

Andrew - graduation day

Wow, long time since last posting. So much has happened. Adam and his partner Geri were here for a long Easter weekend visit. They managed to catch the most miserable weather of the year here - sleet, freezing cold, snow. Hopefully they enjoyed the holiday trip anyway.

Then Andrew came over at end of April for a week or so during spring break. We had a ball - he lucked out with generally warm and sunny weather. The last full day of his visit was gloriously warm and sunny and Asti, Andrew, and I left at 6am for a day trip to Bruges. Fast drive down to Dover, the P&O ferry across the English Channel, then another quick drive and we were sitting back, basking in the sunshine, drinking excellent crisp pilsner at a street cafe by the T'zant plaza in Bruges. Lovely little place where we had grilled steaks with Bearnaise sauce and sizzling fites.

It was a really excellent day. We dragged Andrew to our favorite chocolate shop and loaded him down with some goodies to take back to NYC.

At work, I finally completed the dread London Disaster Recovery Test. Nightmare! Four weeks+ for what should have been simply an intense 5 days. That's what happens when you neglect your DR environment for over a year, possibly close to 18 months. I ended up expanding an EVA into a 2ndary cabinet, reconfiguring another EVA, building our first DR ESX system (a descent into IT hell!), and building 14 replacement servers for ones that could not be repaired with simple parts replacements. Ugggh! I just finished the Gantt tiimeline chart and the Issues matrix on Friday and handed them in just before the bell at 4pm.

On a lighter note - I found this website sweet - http://colorwar2008.com/submissions/youngnow?page=1

In 9 days we fly to New York for Andrew's graduation from CCNY. He's getting a Research Honours BA in Chemistry and even won a prize. He's been accepted into the Chemistry PhD program at CUNY so school resumes in the fall. We'll all be at Capsuoto Freres Friday night celebrating after the commencement.

I'm looking for a new contract this week. My contract with A&O finished a month ago and was extended but it was only covering a secondment of the regular DR guy so now it's finished. Such is life for the IT contract worker.

Ringing changes at Bishops Square, Spitalfields

Going off to Oxford tonight after work to meet Alan at the annual ACCU conference. Tonight's the "Speakers Dinner". As usual the food will be utterly horrible and generally inedible and offend meat-eaters sensibilities with their uncanny ability to turn protein into reinforced cardboard with extra carbon on top. And to add insult to injury its £50. Ouch.

Tube to work

Amazing, a gentleman on the Tube offered me his seat this morning. An
almost unknown custom in the UK these days.

I'm so sick of gray skies and winter. I need sun!

So, sketching in the most recent void of silence, in no particular chronological order but more that of importance to me and interest:
1. Andrew will graduate from CCNY on May 30
2. Andrew was admitted to the CUNY PhD program
3. I'm working (yes, I know I mentioned this previously). So I'm still working - for an International law firm. Doing Disaster Recovery work - planning and testing.
4. Asti has a new job with a prestigious EU agency
5. Adam is flying to London with his fiancee Geri on Thursday night for a long Easter weekend visit.
6. Andrew will fly to London for Spring Break in April
7. Alan and I (and Asti, too) will fly to NYC in May for Andrew's graduation
That's all the good news
On the minus side, I'm going completely nuts in our small apartment. Gotta move, no choice. Seriously, seriously awful tiny place.

Boulogne

Finally made it to Vicomtesse Jeanne's home town!

The end of week 1 at my new job. What a relief to successfully complete the first week. My timesheet is signed and ready to be sent to the agency and hopefully produce a salary deposited into my checking account next Friday. I really like this job and I think I'm settling in and producing some value for them already.

Well, Happy New Year! I didn't realize I hadn't posted here in a month. Main reason is, my contract at work wasn't renewed and I think I sort of freaked. Thing is, it wasn't renewed for the worst of reasons. It was due to some nebulous corporate push-back in Houston. Nothing to do with me, gov. I got work ratings of "superb" from my manager and director. My manager was actually in tears when she told me. They even managed to get me an extra week to run my work up till Xmas by sheer balls and deceit. I know, I know, that's what contracting is all about. But, I was still shocked. Everyone I worked with sent me emails at my personal address asking to keep in touch, inviting me to meet them for drinks, etc. But still, I went off to my Xmas hols feeling miserable.

So, a week in Vienna at Xmas - Alan's idea, not mine believe me. I like to be home for Xmas but if I had to be away it would be someplace warm and sunny. We managed to have a good time in Vienna and I'll eventually post some photos.

So the new year starts and I started job-hunting. If you know me, you know how soul-destroying I find job hunting, Hence the absolute silence here.

But, voila, the silence is over. I have found a new job. Bigger and better! And I start on Monday. The people rejoice. Solvent again. The proverbial wolf chased away from the door.

It can't be 23 degrees - It never gets cold in England

There's a widely held belief here among the natives that it never gets hot or cold, hence there's no need for air conditioning in the summer nor any need for central heating in winter or heating on public transport. There's absolutely no shaking the locals from this belief, even as they slowly turn blue from the cold, shivering and frost forming on their noses.

So this morning I had the joy of commuting in to work, at 23F, on buses with no heating. Not just not turned on or broken, but non-existent. Two hours, three buses, no heat.

The joy.

If It's Friday, This Must Be Bruges

Today is my birthday. To celebrate, Asti took me on a day trip to Calais on Friday. At least that was the original plan. On the channel ferry from Dover to Calais, we decided to drive through to Belgium for cheaper cigarettes. Once in Belgium, the friendly cafe owner recommended Bruges' Christmas market as only a short 30 minute drive away ... so it was on to Bruges for the day! And what a lovely city it is. We shopped and strolled and looked and ate Chateaubriand with Bearnaise sauce and drank beautiful Bruges Blond beer. We bought gorgeous Christmas presents at really low prices and had an absolute ball.

Thanksgiving!

I'm off to Asti's house for a massive joint family Thanksgiving dinner. Stayed up late last night baking homemade apple pie and pumpkin pie and making chopped liver and other savory bits. Now off to Asti's where the real cooking begins.

Rumour has it that Katz's deli is for sale/about to be sold. This is too cruel to contemplate.

The sad truth is that excellence makes people nervous.
- Shana Alexander