Sunday, December 14, 2008

dreaming of a canadian christmas

It's rare to have a nice quiet Saturday morning alone in North Lodge. It's raining so there's no particular urge to go out, and most of the house was already cleaned yesterday for company. So it's just me, a mug of coffee, a space heater and a pile of dirty dishes, while Dean snoozes on.

Thus: time for an update.

Fare thee well


North Lodge incurred a substantial loss (in quality, not volume) when sis-in-law Jill headed home a week or two ago. No more girltalk or gregariousness, no more coming home to clean dishes, and no more weekend escapades to the countryside :( We made the most of the final weekends before she left, with a day at Hampton Court Palace (where our dear Anne Boleyn found a friend), a weekend in London (Lion King matinee, Tate Modern and yummy Wagamama) and a visit to Stonehenge and Salisbury. whew! When we do England, we DO England.





Some genuine cheer

As you may have read below, we've managed to fill the void with a little indulgent Christmas shopping, but modern materialism aside there have been some other blessings of late:

For one, we're hopping a plane in exactly a week to spend some quality time with our families. There was a fortnight of terror when there was a very real risk we'd not have our passports back from the consulate in time. Our highly-skilled migrant visas have been off for processing for months with no return in sight. Dean worked some magic this week and ensured they were in the post by last Thursday. They should be here in a few days. Thanks to those who were praying.

Meanwhile, I've been feeling pretty lonely since we left Aberdeen. I spend most of a normal person's social hours on a bus, leaving little time to make friends in either Oxford OR London and with Jill gone my social circle shrunk by 50%. So we're pretty chuffed to have found some fun/interesting/likeminded fellow Canucks in Ox. Heather and Chris Ewert (see Stonehenge above) are living just up the road at Wolfson College. We know they're great because they still come out to the pub with us even though I threw up in their bathroom after our first meal at theirs ;) - no connection to their cooking, I assure y'all!

Expanding more than just my waistline

Ask any expat and you'll invariable hear that there is something about the british winter that makes you want to retreat into comfort foods. Chocolate, milky tea, heavy soups, steamy pastries and seemingly endless biscuits constitute my current diet, but I've also found a really big weakness for mince pies lately. It's puzzling because I hated them growing up. After 3 years, British culture is finally getting the better of me.

Another feature of my hibernation mode (and the 5 hour daily commute) is a continued obsessive need to read. So far this month I've polished off two amazing Orwell novels, and a recent visit to Persephone books in Bloomsbury armed we with enough lit to sustain me through Christmas. It's bliss for a lonely kid in Oxford.

We all roll on

On the work side of things, Dean is pushing his publication count into the double digits - unheard of for someone who's had his PhD for all of a month or two. and I still am liking my job. The next issue of the mag comes out on Dec 22, so I won't see it until the New Year, but general consensus is that it's the best one yet. My senior editor and I strike a good balance: I make sure we push the ol' business school boundaries a bit, and she makes sure we don't make anyone mad in the process. The School is sending me to California in March to meet with alumni and schmooze with fellow editors. I've got a room at the Hyatt in San Fran, if anyone would care to join me for a day or two :)

so that's the latest. stay tuned for more over the holidays!

Saturday, December 13, 2008

brace your wallets

Since Dean's sister Jill last turned her heels on the gates of North Lodge we've been making up for lost time, spending our weekends...ummm, shopping! Though admittedly less exciting than iconic Kent cathedrals or Sussex piers, we have still made some pretty amazing discoveries:

1. Liberty. Dean called this iconic London department store his Disneyland, as he drooled over racks and racks of APC apparel. It's not just a shoppers dream, it's also a designer's dream, a stationery-lover's dream and a crafter's dream. All the whimsey of an Anthropologie window, none of the pretension of Harrod's.

2. Bicester Village. There's an outlet mall just north of Oxford. If you hear 'outlet mall' and think Middle-Class-Heaven, then you don't know Oxfordshire. This place is a bargain if you were planning to spend £900 on a Fendi bag but suddenly find it on sale for £550! Ferragamo, Versace, McQueen, Burberry, Mulberry - if it's luxury it's there. Well suited to those who prefer to shop in fur coats and Gucci boots. For us it was good for a window shop and a couple Cath Kidston goodies.

3. Westfield. I thought I'd already experienced shopping overload. But on Thursday, after an Arabian Nights themed Christmas party at the Business School, I shuttled off to London's newest, biggest, shiniest mall in Shepherd's Bush. I was expecting the crowds and gluttony of Oxford Circus, but instead I got a peaceful stroll through all London's highstreet stores and more, without any of the shoving and jostling, noisy busses and Big Issue sellers, and no tripping over uneven sidewalks or blustery cold. I may never shop elsewhere.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

teenage rock star crush revisited

Rick Astley
Colin James
Joey McIntyre
Scott Weiland
Eddie Vedder...

ugh. I won't say the musical crushes of my childhood reflected any particular good taste, but i confess there is one that still gets me in the gut a little when I see those brooding blue eyes (and please note, I married someone with a similar pair). I know somewhere in a box of old keepsakes there is a magazine cutout of Damon Albarn that I had my mom laminate to preserve. Long before his WOOHOOing caught the eye of the the North American mainstream, it was Blur that largely triggered my first interest in British culture ("what IS a dustbin?") and fascination with London accents ("where is this Heafrow place?").

So obviously there's a little part of me that is filled with glee at this news of a Blur reunion. yeah, Albarn is now pushing middle age and more concerned with monkeys than parklife, but he's still a bit of a hearthrob for me!

Thursday, November 27, 2008

smarty pants

Hubby just called to inform me that his latest article has been accepted for publication in the world's best/most important health economics journal.

I asked him how many publications this brings him up to and learned that this is basically as good as TEN new publications! (for good measure, I think that would bring him up to about 18?)

It's no Focus on the Family, but hey, it's pretty impressive ;)

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

it's true what they say...

I'm not so into the celeb goss anymore, which is strange since I work in the tabloid capital of the world. Suppose it helps that I don't know any of the celebs on the covers of Heat and Hello - plus they carry excessive smut that is missing from the mainline US rags.

The old days of Friday For Play and regular brunches with my informants kept me up to speed. ah, but those days are gone (much as it was a good stroll down memory lane to find that old FFP post).

But that doesn't mean i don't still engage in a little stargazing. Once a month or so, in the throes of editing when i can't possibly read another article about the world economy, I tiptoe over to people.com to see what's new in la-la-land.

today I learned that little Miley Cyrus is, it appears, dating her father, circa 1990. freakyyyyyyy.

Monday, November 24, 2008

for my american friends

We could have used this a couple months ago. Noted for Thanksgiving future.

How to carve a turkey!