Fun in Puerto Rico

This was my first time ever to the caribbean, and it was very interesting. I think I’d like to come back for a vacation or when I can otherwise spend a bit more time…

So this marked my first trip to Puerto Rico and visit to the Amgen facility in Juncos. With all the hurricanes this year, I was initially a bit apprehensive, but the weather was sunny, hot and tropical every day. If I had known, I would have brought some shorts to wear. It certainly was different from CO and RI where it’s already showing signs of winter.

One of the best things is that my company has a deal with the Ritz Carlton hotel, and that’s where I stayed. It’s beautiful—located right on the beach in Isla Verde near the airport. It’s a bit of a drive to the office, but worth it. I would have loved to be able to spend more time there enjoying the resort services: maybe a massage at the spa, hang out by the pool or in my own hammock on the beach, maybe jet skiing, whatever. Unfortunately, there wasn’t time (and I’m in absolutely awful shape anyway). I definitely must plan for more time on my next visit. Here’s a photo:

Welcome to poolside at the Ritz Carlton San Juan

The classes at the office went fairly well, but I did have some technical issues in the end. Of course, with a huge time difference, there really wasn’t much I could do about it so I worked around. The people were really nice and everyone spoke English perfectly—way better than my ersatz-Spanish. The funny thing, though, is that I could really understand a lot of what I read and heard in Spanish. By the end of only three days, I feel like I could almost just start speaking Spanish at will. It really would be a very short leap for me to learn.

Again, there wasn’t much time at all for sightseeing. I’d originally intended to take a vacation day on Tuesday, but got some more sessions booked for then. After some fancy juggling, I managed to only have to go in in the late afternoon, so spent the morning visiting Old San Juan and especially the Spanish forts. WOW! They were truly amazing and totally reminded me of Pirates of the Caribbean—both the movie and the Disneyland ride. They even had the same damp, musty, dungeon-like smell. I pretty thoroughly explored both San Cristobál and El Morro and took lots of photos and videos. I only wish I’d had a couple more hours so that I could have wandered through the town of Old San Juan itself and look at the other buildings. Again, all the more reason to return someday. Here’s a photo:

Inside El Morro

Oh yeah—one more thing about Puerto Rico: driving. I’d been led to believe that PR was a veritable hell-on-earth when it comes to driving. Consequently, when I first arrived—at night, in a place I’d never been, not knowing how to get there—I was understandably paranoid. But once I’d successfully seen the world in the light of day and navigated the hour drive to the office, I actually realized it’s not so bad. To qualify that statement, they are indeed wild drivers and you can see all manner of goofiness. But, having said that, I kind of enjoyed the challenge. Being a native-born Los Angeleno, I know a thing or two about “assertive” driving and actually had fun. I did spend some time on the road laughing out loud at some of the things I saw, but I never saw an accident. It seems that if everybody’s applying machismo to their driving, at least they’re paying attention. So my estimation is that driving here is not for the faint of heart, but other places are worse (like, for example, Italy—at least as I remember it…)

EDM-E World Tour 2005

It has been SUCH a long time since I’ve written in my blog—but this is no worse than my personal journal writing ever was. I’m in the midst of an unusually long spell of business travel so I thought I’d write about my adventures so far.

Even though I love to travel and am always ready and willing to do so (I pride myself on being ready to go anywhere in the world in 30 minutes), this has been an unusual autumn for me. It has all been business travel related to our document management systems, delivering training.

It started Wednesday October 12 with a trip to Austin, TX to deliver training to the Unisys service desk staff. I LOVED Austin! The biggest things I learned: 1) Texas hill country is really beautiful, 2) houses are REALLY cheap (new tracts advertising from the mid $90s—Sheesh!), and 3) everything I’d ever learned in my life up until then about barbecue was a big fat lie. Thanks to the County Line, I’m spoiled for the rest of my days. It was also particularly fun to get a feel for where Will Barnett spent his freshman year at UT in the Uncle Sean series of novels by Ron Donaghe. I really enjoyed myself there, and the fact that I wasn’t there alone was nice for a change (Armando Arballo was there too, assisting in the training). Believe it or not, I could see myself living there…

Texas State Capitol Building, Austin.

I then came home for one day at the office and then off again on the longest part—a 3-city, 8-day “world tour”. Stop number one was Denver, CO, where I visited and taught at the Longmont facility. The classes were OK, but I found out too late that the training machines I was provided were missing some software I needed. I like Denver too, but it was already starting to be chilly in the evenings. One of my favorite places in Longmont is a new community called Prospect. Each of the homes and condos is uniquely designed and the place gives the image of an eclectic village. If only such a place could be built somewhere where the weather is better in the winters.

The other thing I always do is treat myself to a trip to the Denver REI flagship store. It’s absolutely amazing—sits right on the river where people ride by on the bikes on the river paths or kayak in front of the store. It’s truly incredible—but this time I actually got away without buying anything!

The REI Flagship store in downtown Denver.

Stop number two was Providence, RI where I spent a day teaching at our West Greenwich, RI facility. We’d called ahead to get the required software installed, but ended up having to redo it anyway. Still, the classes went without a hitch. The facility there is for manufacturing, and since part of it is still under construction there were lots of workmen around and security was rather tight. Still, it was an interesting experience.

This was my first time ever to New England, and with autumn coming on, it was really beautiful. I got to spend all day Saturday driving around and seeing some sights. The one I chose was Mystic Seaport, CT which was really fun—though I’m sure it would be better with it not raining. It was pretty much as I’d imagined it and very interesting to see what a New England community looked like. Another highlight was getting to eat real New England clam chowder in a small inn that positively oozed charm. The final leg was a drive to see the modest little “cottages” of the turn-of-the-century patrician classes in Newport, RI. Unfortunately, I got there too late and wasn’t able to go on any tours—drat, maybe next time. It must’ve been nice being the likes of the Astors or Vanderbilts back then. Here’s a photo:

A view of Mystic Seaport.

So I started this entry while waiting at the Providence airport to board the plane for my next destination: San Juan, Puerto Rico. I’m finishing it up on the first leg to Chicago, where I’ll hopefully be able to upload it for your viewing pleasure. I’m sure that Puerto Rico will deserve an entry (or two) all on its own…

Afoot and afield in the Midlands

Today was the day for the Great Pilgrimage—to The Foundry in Nottingham, of course.

After the usual hearty English breakfast, it was time for the Midland Mainline high-speed train to Nottingham. The English countryside was really lovely and green as one would imagine.

Nottingham was really pleasant. We spent some time shopping and walking through the old town. Funnily enough, we didn’t actually see or go to any “Robin Hood” attractions. There wasn’t a lot that I took pictures of, but here’s a lovely view walking from the train into town.

Originally planning to purchase an all-day bus pass and ride the city circular route, before long we found ourselves at The Foundry. Mecca! It was pretty fun running around throwing pack after pack of their lovely figures in my little shopping basket until it was overflowing. The biggest surprise: they had a whole bunch of the now out-of-production Napoleonic Bavarians! Needless to say, I ended up spending FAR too much (£400.00 vs. the £250.00 I’d planned to allow myself). But hey—it’s still cheaper than buying from home AND they gave me a V.A.T.-back receipt so I’ll get even more back at the airport.

How fun would it be to game HERE every week?

A HST ride back to London was followed by a bit of relaxation and battery recharge for the cameras. It was then club night, and we went to dinner first at one of the famous Wagamama noodle places—it was really good. It’s always shocking to me to see how many people (including us) go out to eat at 10:30 PM! It was then time to make a visit to that famous palace of nightlife, Heaven. It was a lot smaller than I remembered, and Eusebio was fairly nonplussed. I thought it was kinda fun—mostly the people watching—and I even got propositioned. However, we ended up leaving around 12:00 and making it back before the Underground shut down for the night.

Tomorrow: the big London Bus tour…

Sunny day—in London?

Yes, it’s true: we actually had quite a lovely, sunny day today. That was great since we spent a while walking through Regent’s Park and all over town.

Today was earmarked for the Sherlock Holmes museum. We got there a bit early, and in wandering around managed to get ourselves into Regent’s Park. It was absolutely beautiful! We spent nearly an hour walking around looking at the flowers and gardens and everything.

Just one of the many, many lovely flower beds in Regent’s Park.

We did finally make it to the Holmes museum, though, which was pretty cool. Of course, the “real” 221B Baker Street is in the middle of this huge bank building, so the museum’s a little way up the street. It was pretty convincing, though, and a lot of it reminded me of the television shows. They had a lot of old Victoriana and some convincing displays of various Sherlockian characters from the stories. The fun part was “Dr. Watson” who was there and spoke with us for a while. He actually knows both Chuck AND Jerry and has visited both in the U.S.—it’s a really small world…

Me and Dr. Watson in Holmes’ study.

Since it was nearby, we also visited Madame Tussaud’s. It was expensive—£20 each—but was kinda fun. I can hardly remember my first visit here way back in ’84. It was almost uncanny how real some of the figures were. We had fun getting our pictures taken with all the different characters. Oh yeah—damn all the French: there was a display with President Bush and Tony Blair where you could stand a get your photo done. Some idiot French teenager thought he was so funny standing between them and giving each the finger…

Perhaps the closest I’ll ever get to the Royal Family…

…or two of history’s greatest generals.

I must admit that it was fairly exhausting. The fact that my left knee has quit functioning properly wasn’t much help, either. We had to stop back at the hotel for a bit and recharge some batteries in the cameras (not to mention my batteries), and then it was off for stop number “two”, the Tate Modern museum. It’s an incredible building, though I must say that I wasn’t too keen on most of the “art”. Don’t get me wrong—I really like much modern art (especially minimalist stuff like Mondrian and Rothko), but a lot of the stuff there was just plain weird. We had lunch at the cafe on the top floor with spectacular views over the city.

Tate Modern and the Millennium (or “Wobbly”) Bridge.

I then optimistically suggested we go do some shopping on Oxford Street. We did so, and by the time we finally got back to the hotel, I felt like a lame horse needing to be put down. I think that maybe I’ll have to see the doctor when I get back—or is this merely what I have to look forward to in my old age? Had a nice dinner at Pizza Express (hmmm…I detect an Italian theme…) and then in bed for a refreshing sleep (yes, I actually slept pretty much the entire night, so I’m getting over the jet lag quicker than I’d thought).

Right now, we’re on our way to Nottingham; more later…

London is…London

While I’m excited to be here, it seems like just another normal destination. I guess that’s a function of the frequency of my visits.

We arrived yesterday after the requisite 10+ hour flight which was uneventful but long. Virgin Atlantic is definitely the way to go, even in steerage (though once you’ve flown “Upper Class” you’re ruined for life). I think I may prefer taking this flight over the earlier one, though; it seems as if there’s less time to force oneself to stay awake after arrival before getting to go to bed for the night.

It seems like just another normal day. Coming to London no longer has some exotic air of international intrigue about it. I guess this is the 7th or 8th visit I’ve made since fall of 1999, so I’m not surprised. Especially in this day and age of cheap tickets, this is a very do-able weekend destination. Our tickets cost less than flying to New York.

We’re staying at the pleasant Hotel Alhambra in Argyle Street, across from St. Pancras train station. We went and had a lovely dinner last night at a charming italian restaurant called Prezzo in Euston Square. Most restaurants here are so cool and modern—very sleek. I was particularly impressed by the beautiful room divider, all made out of various pieces of scrap lumber. Why don’t we have such chic, modernist interiors back home?

Then that was pretty much it.

On the books for today (so far): the Sherlock Holmes Museum, the Tate Modern Gallery (plus a spot of lunch there) then maybe some shopping. Maybe a club tonight. Stay tuned for more, including some photos.

Off to London

I haven’t been ‘blogging’ for quite a while, so I thought I’d maybe try to do some while on vacation.

Today I’m off to London for a really quick vacation. I’ll be back Monday night.

Why so short a stay, you may ask? Well, Eusebio and I couldn’t quite coordinate enough vacation days together so we did the best we could. It was an opportunity we wanted to take, though, since the tickets were a phenomenal price: $212.00 each way—cheaper than flying to New York.

Anyway, we’ll just kind of relax, see some sights, etc. We won’t even be there long enough to get over the jet lag!

Back from Chicago!

The ups and downs of my adventure to meet my two favorite authors. In the end, it was definitely worth it.

Having never been to Chicago before, the first “down” was when I spent an hour and a half going the wrong direction on I-90 at rush hour, in the rain—then another hour and forty-five going back the other way to get to my hotel. An inauspicious beginning to my weekend to be sure…

But Saturday arrived, full of hope and excitement—even though I lazed out and slept in until 10:30 AM and consequently missed my chance to visit Frank Lloyd Wright’s Robie House (steeeerike two!). I did go see the Home and Studio in Oak Park, with just enough time to visit nearby homes to take pictures. I ended up going back for the Home & Studio tour (which was awesome) Sunday morning.

I arrived a fashionable 30 minutes after the book signing started and was both thrilled and disappointed: Mark Kendrick was speaking to the audience and recognized & acknowledged me as soon as I walked in the door as did Mark Roeder. That made me feel pretty good, and I was really happy to have come.

The disappointment came when I realized that I was the seventh person comprising the audience—counting Mark R’s friend Eric and the guy who ran the library where it was being held. I had certainly expected that this was going to be a bigger deal and that there would be more in attendance. Their writing certainly warrants that.

Anyway, one of the things that they ended up discussing—along with Josh Thomas, the other author speaking with them—was how they as midwestern authors are often overlooked by the LA and NY publishers: the literary equivalent of “fly-over country syndrome”. Each had previously attempted to contact larger, more established publishing houses, but couldn’t get the time of day. Fortunately, through the wonders of on-demand publishing and the internet (not to say a publisher located in Lincoln, Nebraska), their books have been printed and are reaching a wider audience. It made me realize just how important my involvement with word-of-mouth promotion of their works is. I resolved then and there to redouble my efforts and look for new ways to bring these important novels to the folks that need to read them.

Another discussion that was interesting was their readership demographics. Given that their novels are basically young love/coming out stories, it was interesting to note that their biggest demographic was 40–80 years old—older men reliving their youths or happy to imagine a youth they wish they’d had. The other major group is teenagers, which is right on the money for who should be reading their works. The lowest is the 20- and 30-somethings who’ve obviously bought into the pop-culture, glamour, big stars vision of literature (in other words, the crap that those big NY and LA publishers churn out).

After the book signing, taking a few pictures and buying Josh’s two novels (Murder at Willow Slough and Andy’s Big Idea, both of which I’m now anxious to read), Mark K. & partner, Mark R. and Eric and I all went out and had a nice dinner. I tell you—they’re every bit as nice, decent and cool as I’d expected, and I finally started to relax a bit. It was weird that I was so nervous meeting them—I’m usually pretty gregarious and confident, but somehow I felt slightly uneasy when confronted with greatness!

Anyway, it was a great time and I feel as though I’ve made some new, close friends with whom I hope to stay in touch over the years. As important, it once again reinforced my desire to join their ranks by completing my own novel.

One last thing—two, actually: before dinner when we were sitting in Mark K’s beautiful home, he pulled out an old scrapbook of his from when he lived in California. He showed me two snapshots he had of the guy he based Scott Faraday’s character from Desert Sons upon. It was like being given a special little glimpse into the parallel reality of that book, that time and that place. I secretly wished I could get copies for myself—it was totally cool.

A little after that, Mark R. was talking about getting Summer of My Discontent ready for publishing. He said it was kind of slow going when he got my final review version back, so he just clicked on “Accept all changes” and took my word for it. I was extremely flattered and honored to think that he’d trust my judgment and abilities so highly. It also makes me realize how important it is that I uphold my highest standards and always give my best effort.

Anyway, thanks to Mark and Mark for being terrific authors, great people and for showing me a wonderful time. I wish you all the best of success, and want you to know that I’ll be out here doing my best to bring your books the attention and audience they deserve.

Here’s a picture of the panel at the event:
(L to R Mark Roeder, Mark Kendrick, Josh Thomas)