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Is This Normal?

Sunday, July 20th, 2008

After many earlier complaints about the lack of a permanent bed, I’ve finally been whole-heartedly looking at apartments to rent.

Now on the cusp of actually signing a lease, I’m having a minor panic attack. A lease is a commitment I haven’t made since, oh, about August 2003. Seriously. My LA roomies and I all signed one when we moved into our C by the Sea apartment. After the first year, however, no new lease was needed and everything was month-to-month.

So, the prospect of committing myself to a room for a year or more is a little frightening. My normal commitment phobia (the last time I realized I was in a relationship, I had nightmares for weeks) has only been compounded by the lack of commitments I had to make over the past year. During my travels, everything was wonderfully temporary. My inability to say where I’d be, who I’d be spending time with, or where I’d be earning money from was not only accepted by those I came across, but kind of celebrated. People were actually jealous of my lack of commitments.

But not here.

Everyone wants a commitment from me. They want proof that I’m here to stay.

And here I am debating on how committed I am. Are my travels really over? Am I here in NY for good? Can I live with someone I just met for the next year? I’ve got about 12 hours to really decide.

I think this is the closest I’ve come to a bit of a breakdown since I got back.

Really Kinda Different

Thursday, June 12th, 2008

While traveling, people in Asia used to ask me if the different states in the US were different culturally. Indians especially were fascinated by this as indigenous cultures were still quite prevalent, and thus state differences could often be seen in the language, clothing, and wares produced. I’d tell them, no, not really. I mean, we were different but not in the same way that other country’s states were. I tried to tell them that our differences were just more subtle.

Then, last week while driving home I realized that our state-to-state differences aren’t necessarily more subtle. They’re just more developed (as in signs of a developed society). We may not weave our own cloths, but skirt length? That’s definitely a cultural norm that has acceptability varying from state to state as Ms. Kyla Ebberts so clearly displayed that what’s acceptable in Southern Cali definitely won’t fly elsewhere (yes, pun intended).

And what caused this little observance? While driving back into a middle-class, mostly white neighborhood here in St. Louis I changed lanes. Being the Missouri-raised girl I was, I checked both mirrors, put on my blinker, and switched lanes. Still, the 20-something white dude in that lane decided I was clearly a muck of a driver and rode up on my tail and flipped me off. I was appalled. I had not been flipped off while driving in five years. And you can bet your boots that when I was in LA on the 405 last month I definitely cut across four lanes of traffic…with no honking or middle fingers to show for it. Yes. In Cali, drivers don’t flip each other off (partly caused due to the highway shootings). In Missouri, you’ll get the finger for no good reason (to which you can always respond as I did…slowing and pumping my brakes in front of the guy…then speeding up…then braking).

But that is just one of our state-to-state differences…some others I’ve noticed?
Bars:
In Cali or New York, bars aren’t just about getting smashed or hooking up. It’s as much about making new (career) connections or a little conversation as it is getting digits. In Missouri, screw the digits…everyone just wants a lay with the hottest guy/girl they can find.

Looks:
OK…I have to relate this to a day back in SoCal when the roomies and I were talking about Nick Lachey. Great-looking guy, no? Well, we all agreed, but then I added that he’s cute…but you know people just think he’s so hot because he’s famous. “I mean he looks like a guy I could have gone to high school with,” I say. My Michigan roommate responds with, “I’ve seen your pictures…and yeah maybe a guy YOU could’ve gone to school with, but…” So what am I saying? In general, Missouri guys are pretty darn hot to the rest of the states. Missourians, in particular I think are just more attractive peeps. Seriously, in my four years of school, I traveled to many other Big 12 universities, and I have to say that both the guys and girls at MU are far more attractive than any other college I’ve been to. This is both good and bad. Great for eye candy. But terrible for a girls’ self-esteem. None of my out-of-state friends know as many girls from college that had eating disorders as I do. Nobody else had to listen to girls retching their 12-course diner dinner in the dorm toilet or had their sorority meetings address girls puking in the shower (again).

Recycling:
OK. It happens in MO…but recycling containers here are like 1/4 of the size they are in Cali. Clearly it’s not happening like it should be.

Food:
T-Rav. ‘Nuff said.

Yeah…the more I think about things, the easier it is to come up with ways in which Missouri is unique or at least different from the other states here in our little ol’ country. We may not have our own Missouri religion, but yeah, each state is different from the next.

Toasted Ravioli

Where the Heart Is

Sunday, June 1st, 2008

Only when you actually have no home do you realize how often people ask you where you live. Yep. Whether they be complete and utter strangers, new co-workers, or friends of friends, people want to know what state, city, or even neighborhood you’re calling home. And when you can’t give a straightforward answer, (”well, my legal residence is in Los Angeles, but I’m moving to New York next month, and I’m staying here in Missouri until then…”), you feel pretty lame.

Yeah, I need to come up with a new way to describe my current couch-surfing/daybed-stealing situation. Because seriously, it’s a Q that usually precedes a 1-second answer, but currently any questioners are getting a bit of a monologue. And we’ve got at least three more weeks of this schtick.

my bed in China
one of my many “homes” over the past year

Random Readings

Sunday, May 11th, 2008

A fellow writer forwarded this to a group of us this past week. It’s a Sydney Morning Herald blogger’s account of why the US is “The most underrated country in the world”. Kind of surprising read…and comments, too. Who knew foreigners actually realized the difference in people between coasts (and all that’s in between)?

And while reading a story in The Best American Travel Writing 2007 I came across this line by Edward Hoagland, written in 1966: “The Canadians are a muted version of Americans, lacking our worst and also our best qualities.” Hmmm…agree? I’m pretty sure I do.

Ain’t That Beautiful?

Wednesday, October 3rd, 2007

Over here, Sean Kingston doesn’t get “suicidal” over “Beautiful Girls,” like he does in the American version of the song. Apparently, he’s just “in denial.”

The radio-edited version of the catchy tune made me think of what bits of generally accepted American culture Australia tries to keep out. I basically came to the conclusion that they don’t like our talk of things that end in “-icide.” The word “gun?” Definitely edited out of the Australian-bought version of Wheatus’ “Teenage Dirtbag” I have from the previous journey to Oz.

The funny thing is, I don’t even recognize the presence of those words until there’s dead air where something’s been bleeped out or when I’m driving along, blaring the radio, and singing along…and realize that what I’m singing isn’t what Mr. Kingston is.

Hmmm…maybe I’m just in denial over how de-sensitized we are.

Please Come Again

Monday, September 17th, 2007

squeezing the White House

“You planned your trip perfectly!” one of my Aussie friends told me as soon as he heard when I’d landed in Sydney. And no, it wasn’t just because I’d get to watch all of the excitement of the footy finals; I’d also missed the “drama” that was the Leaders’ Week meeting of APEC on Sept. 8 and 9 (my flight landed on the morning of the 11th).

Most news stories I read flying into Sydney and on my first few days here, said it seemed Sydney-iders (is that what they’re called here?) weren’t too pleased with the lockdown of the city. And they all blamed, of course, attendee George W. Bush saying he’s the reason the local government went over the top in its security (including declaring Friday the 7th a public holiday to prepare for the street closures).

OK, I have to admit reading about some of the measures, even I thought they were a bit extreme. Still, though, I wasn’t baffled by them. I mean, I’ve been living in LA for the last four years. My roommates and I all taught in schools that at some point over our two-year time were on complete lock down — with students inside of them — for hours (and as classrooms have no toilets, I’ll let you think of how pleasant that is for the students and teachers). This past year I’d had my commute nicely lengthened when I’d been diverted on an hour-long detour around the airport so another action movie could be shot nearby. And for the past few years I’d been prohibited from driving near Hollywood and Highland for every week (yes, the entire week) leading up to the Academy Awards. And these are all just measures taken for run-of-the-mill people and the Hollywood crowd.

So was I surprised Sydney went a little crazy having many of the world’s leaders all in one place? No. But as I recently watched a small private aircraft fly freely right over the Aussie Prime Minister’s Sydney home recently, I realized that even though Sydney looks and acts a lot like SoCal, “I’m not in L.A. anymore.” So, yeah, it seems APEC gave the Aussies just one more thing to dislike about G-Dub.

Cute Kid, Confusing Shirt

Thursday, August 16th, 2007

little kid on motorbike

The cutest kid showed up on my bus ride out of Hue. As we waited at a stop, he bounded out from behind some shops and stood looking up into the bus windows. He was clad in a sun-protecting khaki hat, pants, and a face mask (pretty common on the streets in Asia). Oh, yeah…he also had on an aqua blue tank top with a little giraffe; the message on it said, “America — We combine the best of function and fashion.”

As I searched for my camera, he gave me a huge wave before hopping on the motorbike with his mom. After they sped off, I kept thinking of the tank-top slogan. So weird. But, you know, I guess we just might…maybe I should change my blog description to “Traveling solo for a year, Jayna Rust looks at how America’s function and fashion is (and isn’t) influencing the world she sees.” Nah…

One on Every Corner

Tuesday, July 10th, 2007

7 Eleven in Bangkok

They are everywhere. I didn’t know there could be so many 7 Elevens in one country. Honestly, I can’t walk more than two or three blocks without running into one.

FYI: Slurpees are much smaller here.

A Very, Very, Very Fine House

Wednesday, May 30th, 2007

Beidaihe

Before I left Qinhuangdao, I visited the area’s seaside resort area, Beidaihe. I’d heard it was gorgeous, and it did not disappoint. The water was a lovely blue-green, the sand was, well, sand, and the air was so…clean. The whole town was so surreal, though. Walking through a shopping area, I couldn’t help but think of the studio tour at Universal. Riding through Universal’s sets two years ago, I saw buildings and storefronts that were “a city” or “a European city” or “anywhere suburbs.” And that’s how I felt walking through this newer shopping district (seen above). Although I’ve never been to Europe, I felt like some of the rows of buildings were part of a “here’s a street in Europe” set.

Partially influenced by the Europeans’ and Americans’ stationing themselves there in the early 1900s and more recently by the Russians’ flocking to Beidaihe’s beaches, apparently the architecture of the area has always been a bit less Chinese. So although it was surreal, it wasn’t necessarily surprising.

But walking back to the bus stop, I had to rub my eyes to make sure what I was seeing was for real. As I spotted a new housing development area rising behind some banners, I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. Here, in a country where hutongs (those labyrinth-type housing structures…think like the ones seen in Mulan) still exist, I was seeing a true American suburb. “North-American style” housing those banners proclaimed. I’d heard these Yankee ‘burb-type areas existed in China, and Beidaihe, with it’s already non-traditional architecture, is probably a perfect fit for these cookie-cutter homes sponsored by the Canadian ADS. But really. American/Canadian suburbs outside of a seaside Chinese suburb?

Beidaihe suburbs on a travel blog

Beidaihe suburbs