Monthly Archive for August, 2007

We’re moving (again)

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Some of you might already know, but after 6 months in Montrose, we have decided to go back to Burbank, our first home far away from home… 

Many reasons to that, including the fact that Thia goes to school there, Sarah’s gym is there and my office is there. So, after several weeks of house hunting (and 2 broken leases), we have finally found the house of our dream, in Toluca Lake, home of various celebrities including Scott Weiland from Velvet Revolver.

Today is the big day and I will have to drive a big truck for the first time of my life…  

7:00AM: We’re ready to rock and just about to start moving stuff!

Pictures of the new house itself in the PrettyPix Californication  section.

More later! 

6 months check up

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Oh my God! It has already been 6 months! Well, actually 6 months and 2 weeks to be precise… Free time has been rare over the last couple of weeks and I have been unable to sit down and write about our first major milestone in the US…

So, in a nutshell, these first 6 months have gone at the speed of light. We have kept busy… Insanely busy!

It all started with the first hesitant steps in early Feb, the discovery of our new universe, including the hilarious first food shopping the night of our arrival, totally jet-lagged, unable to find anything we knew.

The first 24 hours were followed by the couple of weeks of insane discovery programm (one part of LA a day) and the major pain of paperwork in early March (and the vicious circle around credit and utilities), the driving licenses and the new cars for the both of us.

Somewhere in between, we moved to Montrose and went through the real adaptation phase and the first reality check. We were no longer tourists, no real residents yet, but stuck somewhere in between, learning a new thing almost every day (and this so far hasn’t stopped yet).

So, discussing this milestone with Mike on Friday, the mentor asked the pupil another one of his tricky question which was: “So what is the main difference between the UK and here?”. I didn’t even go over the usual cliches (weather, space, cable TV, large cars and fat people) but thought more about how people are, how people behave here… and this is on its own, a major difference between the new world and the old world…

First thing first: The layer of bulls**** or fake “Politically Correct” bollocks! It seems that no one here is used to be yelled at and finishes every discussion with a “have a GREAAAT day!” despite not caring at all how the rest of your day will be. Passed the fact that this sounds very polite, we tend to wrap every chat, every communication and relation with some kind of artificial sweetener, using numeral PC formulas, always going around what the matter is without really nailing it on the head. Why not calling a cat a cat?!? If someone sucks (e.g. a rep from Charter Cable on the phone), tell them! And replace the “Have a great day!” by “Thank you for having been so useless!”. If someone doesn’t understand after the 3rd call to the very same desk what your request is, RAISE YOUR VOICE. Let them know that they are making you lose your time and that it is time to go for plan B….

Plan B might be the other main difference… Or the lack of it actually! It seems that everything around here is scripted. Every request has been planned in advance and has an answer ready to come out of the “Book of Rules”. Even the barista at Starbucks follows a methodical plan and set of instructions. So asking anything out of “the plan” often results in a pair of starry eyes, a puzzled face  (or a long silence if on the phone) and a desperate need for a plan B, a place to hide and a hug from Mummy (sorry Mommy!)…

Speaking about Mommy, the last main difference to me is that it seems that a large percentage of the population here has been totally infantilized. They’re just big kids that don’t use their brains and accept every stimuli and set of directions given to them… TV is king (I won’t complain, it provides me my pay check) and media is gospel. Vacations are not an adventure or a discovery experience  but a trip to the nearest entertainment park where everything is predigested for you from the moment you wake up to the moment you go to bed. There is no space for self decision, second thoughts or non scripted surprises. And to make sure that no such thing happens, everything is subject to a disclaimer: “Achtung, Achtung, trying to dry your pet in your microwave oven might result is sudden and painful death of the animal”. “Achtung, Achtung, you live in California, you might hence experience earthquakes that might damages the content of your home!”. No s*** Sherlock!?! Come on guys, grow up and try new things! :-)

But to be fair, all in all, life here is pretty sweet and despite these slight differences (which can be sometimes annoying), this all experience has been pretty positive. People are extremely polite and helpful (a vast improvement compared to the average London Bus driver). Thia is enjoying the sun, the pool and sushi. Sarah is getting fitter by the day, thanks to gym, pilates and other physical activities and I love the new job. Next step.. we might move back to Burbank soon… 

One thing I am still missing though:  Footy and Rugby at the pub with Jef, Nono and the pack!

So here ends my little list of major differences and our first 6 months check up!

 

We’re now part of statistics

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We are a full Mac house and I have personally been using the Apple brand for well over 10 years (on and off but full on for the last 5 years). So far, nothing to report except a slightly higher price and the fact that I have stopped changing video cards and tweaking drivers for years!

But recently Sarah complained about the fact that our MacBook Pro laptop had an issue with its mousepad. Clicking was dead… I first thought that my little angel had managed to change some of the settings, the same way she manages to change settings on my Blackberry or more recently iPhone… So we checked the system… Nothing to report there. I then thought the same little angel had managed to put some thin object under the trackpad’s button and looked into it… Nothing there to report either… 

And then, after a couple of weeks of not using the laptop, the click was back! We could select, point and click again! But the machine felt weird, unbalanced, wobbling every-time I typed on the keyboard…

And then, I checked the bottom of the Mac, and “Voila!”… The battery is totally deformed, half burst, half blocked in the chassis… 

So after all these months reading about these battery recalls, well, it seems that my next trip to an Apple store will be to get a battery replacement!! 

I am not sure cars are my best friends yet!

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Well, for those who have followed the scratched car story (and the first instance of my trouble with the driving side of the southern Californian lifestyle), here is the latest development of Tryphoon meets motor vehicles…

So, after I scratched the Flintmobile (nickname given by Sarah as it seems that driving in my car feels like being the car from the Flintstones), my love story with my little rocket went down by a notch… Nothing dramatic but enough to neglect it for a couple of months. The scratch hasn’t been fixed yet and cleaning her seems to have been an option…

The next step happened last week when my sun roof stop functioning, blocked in a semi open position, refusing to move in any direction… Less attention given to the car…

Then some warning light keep coming up on my dashboard, but not having the instruction manual for Flitnmobile, I had to finally ask around what this weird red logo meant. It appeared to be a minor issue… Total lack of coolant in the engine. With the help of Perigil (colleague at the Mouse), I bought new coolant, fed the monster and the light disappeared… This apeared to be a turning point where I decided it was time to give the love back to my car and decided I would book several appointments to get it fixed and I would find some time to wash it.

So I did… Last night… And I washed her with energy, all the energy required by a couple of months of dust and insects scattered around her body. This is when things went wrong again. Using a normal kitchen sponge, I thought it might help if I used the scratching side of it, not thinking about the paint or what could happen to it. She was dirty, I had to get rid of the dirt. And I scratch, and scratch, and rince, and scratch until she looks fine. This is only at that point that I realised that some of the zones I insisted so much seemed to look different… lighter in color… well, simply SCRATCHED!!!!

Stupid me!!! So, now the Flintmobile not only has a right wing totally scratched, but several balled patches on its front, top and left wing…

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And as if this wouldn’t be enough already, today, after having had lunch with Cedric (one of Jean and Audrey’s friend who recently moved to LA with wife and baby as well), I had the joy of finding a sweet love letter attached to my windshield, signed from the Burbank Parking Enforcement Center… MY FIRST TICKET! BAST***S! I can’t remember seeing any sign, the curb wasn’t red, nothing! I AM INNOCENT (and pi***d off)

So there you go, here is the story of Tryphoon and his little car and the ton of problems around her!