Category change - removal of "Genre - All Mixed Up"

When I originally designed the layout of this blog I added three categories: Totally Academic, Personal...if You are Interested, and Genre - All Mixed Up. The "Travel...on the road again" and "Meta discussion of the blog itself" categories was subsequently added, click on the titles to see the post where the addition was announced. The first two categories have worked well but the last one has never made much sense. Now that I know more about using Movable Type I have decided to reassign the entries under "Genre - All Mixed Up" to other categories and to remove that selection from the blog. Since Movable Type allows me to assign posts to more then one category why do I need an all mixed up grouping?

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The latest BROG paper is available online

Shamelessly stolen from BROG: Blog Research on Genre original post available here.

The members of the BROG project are pleased to announce preprint availability of our paper, Conversations in the Blogosphere: An Analysis "From the Bottom Up".

The final paper will be published in the Proceedings of the Hawai'i International Conference on System Sciences, January 2005. The correct citation for the final paper should be as follows:

Susan C. Herring, Inna Kouper, John C. Paolillo, Lois Ann Scheidt, Michael Tyworth, Peter Welsch, Elijah Wright, and Ning Yu. (2005). Conversations in the Blogosphere: An Analysis "From the Bottom Up". Proceedings of the Thirty-Eighth Hawai'i International Conference on System Sciences (HICSS-38). Los Alamitos: IEEE Press.

Abstract

The "blogosphere" has been claimed to be a densely interconnectedconversation, with bloggers linking to otherbloggers, referring to them in their entries, and postingcomments on each other's blogs. Most such characterizationshave privileged a subset of popular blogs, known asthe 'A-list.' This study empirically investigates the extentto which, and in what patterns, blogs are interconnected,taking as its point of departure randomly-selected blogs.Quantitative social network analysis, visualization of linkpatterns, and qualitative analysis of references andcomments in pairs of reciprocally-linked blogs show thatA-list blogs are overrepresented and central in thenetwork, although other groupings of blogs are moredensely interconnected. At the same time, a majority ofblogs link sparsely or not at all to other blogs in the sample,suggesting that the blogosphere is partially interconnectedand sporadically conversational.

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Back from the UK

I have returned to Indiana after 10 days in the UK. I took over 150 pictures, surely some of them are useable and interesting, and will be posting over the next few days as time permits. I am planning on back dating the entries to the date on which they happened, September 17 - 27, 2004 inclusive. So if you find this entry scroll backwards on the main page to find the entries that talk about the trip, or after September 30th check the entries out in the September 2004 archive or in the Travel...on the road again category.

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Return travel from the UK

Travel back from the U.K. this time was a very frustrating process. I feel sorry for hubby, when he met me at the airport I was angry enough to chew off my own limbs. Not angry at him of course and in those situations I work to keep as much of my frustration to myself but it seeps out none-the-less.

It started simply enough when Hotelink was late picking me up from the Comfort Inn Notting Hill. They called to let the staff at the hotel know so they could pass the information on to me, which they did. When they arrived, 15 minutes or so late, the driver explained that he had been caught in traffic congestion, not unusual in London, and had been delayed. Now on a normal trip this was a glitch, a pebble in the road, something you take note of but overcome quite quickly; on this trip it was a harbinger of what was to come.

The flight back was again full so no really resting, which I badly needed having slept very little the night before due to traffic noises from Notting Hill Gate and the subsequent ramblings of my own thoughts.

When we landed at O'Hare I was, as usual, one of the last people off the plane. Having ordered a wheelchair to take me through Customs it usually works best to wait till others have deplaned. (My moderate arthritis of the knees has a particular dislike for standing in long lines that move at a slow and random speed, and I like being able to walk without discomfort the 24-hours after I get off a long flight so I suck up my self-image and my mid-western "I can do anything" attitude and ride through Customs.) But this time there was no wheelchair waiting at the gate, and as I had only 1.5 hours between my flights I had no time to wait so I sat off on foot to Customs.

First stop is entry control and the gentleman there was thorough and polite. I even complemented him as the polite part is not often something I experience from US Customs officials.

Next stop baggage issues - I arrived and stood in a long and totally disorganized series of lines. There were more lines then stations to feed them, and the staff's practice of drawing seemingly randomly from the lines - even those across the terminal from them - made the whole operation seem fairly chaotic.

A young blond women called me forward with a brisk nod and a loud "Next." I handed her my papers, she looked at them and walked away to use the phone two stations down the line from where I stood. After her call she returned to where I was and continued to look at my paperwork but said nothing to me. Finally she looked up and said "Eight o'clock on United" nothing more. I stopped for a moment, total non sequiturs take a bit to process, and then relayed to her that I needed the information in full sentences. She replied briskly, "You are not going to make this flight it takes 45 minutes minimum for luggage." Interesting since the flights were scheduled with her airline directly one would think, especially if one works with computers and databases, that the system would be programmed to never allow scheduling that does not account for that time requirement. While I was thinking about database structures she stamped my tickets repeatedly and pointed me to the United Airlines desk all the way across the area from where I stood, I think it was an alphabetical thing.

I arrived at United tired and achy which along with the accumulating frustration leads me to be rather cranky. I explained to the staff member that I was being bounced to their airline. Then I made a wrong-headed comment in reply to something she said, that currently evades my memory; I said "I doubt it can get worse." *goes to the corner and pounds her head against the wall* What was I thinking.

Next it's a train to the proper terminal and then the whole security scanning mess again. But no not this time, this time I was informed by the highly common rude TSA official that I was "selected by the airlines for a Special Search." In this case the word "special" is not a good thing. Luckily the staff member who searched me was very nice and understood, that while I was becoming progressively more cranky, I was trying to be cooperative as I told her I would be. All-in-all, the process was more irritating the troublesome. I got to watch the staff disassemble my cane then hand the whole thing back to me unassembled as they could not figure out how to reassemble it. *sigh* Thankfully I remembered the clerk, from whom I bought it in New Orleans, giving me advise on reassembly and had the whole thing back together with a few quick turns of the shaft.

Then off to the waiting area and after alerting hubby to the time changes it was a matter of sitting and waiting to board. I can only assume the flight was a good one as I slept through most of it. And then we were quickly in Indianapolis.

Again I was the last one off the plane and by the time I arrived at the baggage retrieval area most of the other passengers had gathered their things and left the building. After surveying the area and seeing neither of my bags my somewhat lowered frustration-level began to again rise. The baggage manager looked at my stubs and said "Oh you have the bags they warned us about." Not a good sign. Seems my bags didn't make the flight, the flight I personally waited two hours to board. *sigh* Kindly the O'Hare folks had alerted the Indianapolis staff that my bags would be on the next flight, arriving at roughly 11pm. Of course at this point all I wanted was a bath and a warm bed, it's a theme what can I say. So we didn't wait for the luggage to arrive and asked for the company to have it delivered the next day. Funny when your bags get better treatment then you do.

The bags were delivered and placed as instructed. I pulled them inside after I got home from work. Now if only someone would do the laundry for me.

Oh and it's a good thing I had a chiropractor's appointment scheduled before I left. Hopefully he can work out the stress crink in my neck. LOL No more plane trips until January, well at least no long flights that is...YES.

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Return trip to Brighton UK - Post 4

I caught a return train from Brighton into Victoria Station. On the trip I saw three scenes I wish I could have captured with a picture.

First, I saw a group of school boys playing cricket. Now this may not be an unusual sight in the UK, though it is the only such game I saw while I was there. For a Yank cricket is just one of those terribly English things that we can't quite wrap our brains around. I still don't understand the game but at least I can now say I have witnessed a game...well not an entire game but rather the flavor of a game.

Second, as we entered the outskirts of London we passed a storage area, one of those rental building compounds like we have in the States as well. Parked right next to the boats and recreational vehicles were two gypsy wagons. These looked like the ones I have seen in movies and certainly looked like the ones my grandmother told stories about from her youth. When my grandmother was a girl, 1910's U.S.A., a common parental threat was that a bad child would be stolen by the gypsies. She did say that on occasion gypsy wagons, probably tinkers, would pull into their farm. Though she herself had never actually seen a gypsy personally. It seems that every time the wagons appeared she ran and hide lest she be stolen away from her family. I have no doubt that these stories, urban legends that they were, can be traced to parental threats in the Black Forest regions of Germany from whence my family emigrated more then a century before my grandmother's birth.

Third, as we pulled into Victoria Station an engine pulling two or three refurbished Pullman cars passed along side of us on it's way south. These were beautifully redone cars with Tiffany lamps on each table and lines under the lamps. I shudder to think what it must cost to refurbish and operate these beauties. I do appreciate that someone has the time and money to preserve that little part of our train going past and someday I would love to catch a ride along on their travels.

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Return trip to Brighton UK - Post 3

Finally I wandered out to the Entertainment Pier. This structure is deceptively long, I tired out and didn't make it the full length. Had to leave something for another trip.
I bought myself some "Candy Floss" or as we call it Cotton Candy, and munched myself totally sticky on the stuff. As my fingers built up that characteristic sugar covering I decided to sit down and eat before wandering further. As I stepped over toward a bank of park benches the lady behind me was very surprised when I suddenly jumped backward. You see it was at that moment I had discovered that the pier is really a pier and is open to the water below between the slated flooring. The picture doesn't really give you the full effect though you can see slivers of blue water between some of the upper slats. Seems that prior to that moment I had been walking on plywood placed on top of the slating. You see I have a terrible fear of heights, or of falling, I've never sorted out which it was...just know that this finding was a very uncomfortable one. I finally did muster up my courage and walked gingerly over to the park benches where I finished my candy and tried to not look down.
As I walked back to shore I took this shot looking back at the coast, consider it the reverse of the shots of the pier in post 2.
Couples sat along the railing resting in their summer striped chairs.
Another nice shot of the railing, the water, and the dilapidated pier.
I had been trying all day to get an up close and personal shot of the seagulls. I still can't believe how big they are, roughly the size of mallard ducks. As I was walking back a large group of seagulls took flight and hovered as they will. The couple in front of me, apparently having more real world experience with seagulls then I do, quickly screamed and ran for cover. Just as they did the bombs started dropping...bird bombs that is. I was laughing pretty hard by the time I found shelter under a slight awning alongside one of the pavilions. Luckily I was unscathed. Especially lucky since I still had a train ride back into London.

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Return trip to Brighton UK - Post 2

While I was snapping pictures of the water front a march against the World Bank was taking place behind me. I grabbed a lot of pictures, far more then I can use here or would be of interest. So here is a general overview of the march. All toll it was at least 1.5 miles long.
I found these dancers particularly interesting as this was my second encounter with Native American culture in the UK. The co-opting of indigenous dress from one culture to protest third-party interaction in other indigenous cultures makes for many interesting thoughts on intertextuality and its many forms.
Likewise the use of a Chinese dragon morphed into a death mask was also an interesting use of cross cultural visual references.

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Return trip to Brighton UK - Post 1

I caught the train out of Victoria Station and headed back to Brighton to gets some pictures. I had not been able to get good daylight pictures during the conference since I spent most of the days in panels.
I took this picture as soon as I headed out of the station in Brighton.
I wasn't exactly sure where I was in relationship to The Lanes but I knew the waterfront had to be downhill from where I was. So I started off walking, figuring as long as I was headed downhill I would eventually end up where I wanted to be.
I had seen on the morning news that the Labor Party Congress was meeting in Brighton. I guess I hadn't quite put together that would be equivalent to walking into the Democratic or Republican Convention state-side. I certainly figured it out quickly when I saw all the route markers and police officers in flack jackets. Sorry no pictures of any of that...I was afraid they would drag this foreign girl away for doing anything out of the ordinary. I did grab the picture on the right once I hit the beachfront. This is looking back toward where the meeting was taking place.
This picture is look back at the old pier that has fallen into disrepair and hence partially fallen into the water. I understand that fundraising is underway to refurbish it and reopen it to the public. I hope that happens, though as a connoisseur of dilapidated structures this one has a special beauty.
This shot, taken from the same point as the previous one, looks toward the current amusement pier.
This shot focuses along the same lines as the previous one but rather then out to sea it captures the waterfront including the shops and restaurants.
I grabbed this shot of the carousel with the pier in the background. I've seen some lovely shots of this same scene at night with all the lights on, very nice.
These pictures looks down the the deck at a sculpture of the earth, though you would know it was the earth if you weren't standing right next to it. There are small cut outs of the continents around the outside rim of the sculpture. Personally I'm glad the real planet doesn't have a donut hole in the middle. During the conference our little wandering band of academics dubbed this thing for a part of the human anatomy, I'll leave it to your evil minds to guess which one.

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Trip to Oxford UK - Post 5

I was more than surprised to see a company of Native American performers busking on the streets of Oxford. It seemed so...well so...out of place. A narrow viewpoint on my part to be sure. Sadly I didn't get to hear them play as they were between sets as I wondered up and I needed to find the bus since I was very tired at that point. I hope they do well busking in the U.K.

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Trip to Oxford U.K. - Post 4

After my visit to the Saxon Tower at St. Michael's I walked down to the entrance to Christ Church. My main goal was to wonder the cathedral and take in as much of the beauty as I could. Sadly I was thwarted in that goal as the Cathedral was closed for an invitation only Ordination Service. In other words the Cathedral was performing it's intended purpose as a church rather then a tourist stop. You can view a tour of the cathedral here. So instead of spending time in the cathedral I wondered the grounds, taking pictures and in general enjoying the time alone in this space.
When you first enter the grounds through the "Visitors" entrance you encounter the War Memorial Garden. This is a lovely garden that brings you into the cathedral parking area. This shots are so cool I almost wish I used a personalized desktop on my computers.
This smaller garden is further down the walkway toward the cathedral.
In the very back left center of this shot is the only thatched roof building I saw on the trip.
Old mill stones...the stories they could tell.
The two pictures below are of the cathedral from the car park. This appears to be the main entrance as the guests for the ordination were entering from this side.
Across from the entrance is a cattle pasture. There are white faced angus in the background of the shot though they are hard to see since the picture was reduced. Either way a lovely pastoral shot of the English countryside.
Behind the cathedral is a large playing field that is ringed with buildings. The next two shots give you a view of that area.
Directly behind the cathedral is a walled garden. I snapped the picture of the wall itself and then took the next shot over the wall. The third picture is also of the garden, I was trying to catch a good shot of the magpie who was popping around on the ground near the tree.
My architectural interest shot. They even found a way to make downspouts attractive.
This shot is along the edge of the playing field next to the buildings. This area had a very nice feel to it.

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Trip to Oxford UK - Post 3

The real beauty of the Saxon Tower is inside. This 11-th century building has been used and altered and lived in for roughly 1000 years. I like bells so there are many pictures of them to follow. Look at the stone work and windows that make up the original space, very very cool too see in person.
The St. Michael's church was added much later. The building I photographed apparently has components from as early as 13th century with newer sections dating to 1953. More information on the history of the church can be found here.

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Trip to Oxford UK - Post 2

I took the tour bus into Central Oxford, listening to the taped guide as we traveled. I jumped off at stop 8 close to Christ Church and decided to find lunch before I wandered onto campus. I found an Italian restaurant in or near the The Covered Market and sadly as I write this entry on October 14, 2004 I can neither remember nor find the name of the place. All I can say it the food was good, the ambience was alright, and the service was less than desirable - the waiter took my charge card and scanned it, then left it laying on a counter where all the staff and guests had to pass by while he went to wait on another table. After food, and looking over the tour map I had been provided, I wondered down the to visit "The Saxon Tower of St. Michael" listed as the oldest structure in the city.
The Saxon Tower, constructed around 1040 AD, is Oxford's oldest standing building. The connecting St. Michael's Chapel dates from the 13th century and is now the city church of Oxford. The designer William Morris was married here and John Wesley preached here. Because of the crowds I could not get a good exterior shot of the building so this one is shamelessly linked from another site. I assume the clock and guttering are not "original" to the building. For another nice shot of the exterior without the modern additions, well fewer of them to be sure, click here.
It was a rainy overcast day and that did not improve by climbing to the roof of the tower. I have lots of pictures but sadly they are very dark and the structures are difficult to identify. So here is a general selection of what I took from the top of the tower. If you decide to climb the tower at somepoint you will find there are really nice plexiglass markers to tell you which spires can be viewed from each side of the square tower, sadly they photograph very poorly in the rain.

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Trip to Oxford UK - Post 1

Today I got fairly wild and crazy. After a full English breakfast, minus baked beans can't do baked beans for breakfast, I screwed up my courage and headed out for a trip to Oxford.

First I took the London Underground to Victoria Station. Now this is no small feat. You see I hate subways they are in equal parts to cramped, to busy, and to far underground - we won't even talk about the whole terrorist thing. So it was no small thing to suck it up and figure out how to get around via the Tube. If you are interested in the goings-ons of the London Tube system check out this group blog Going Underground's Blog. You can follow my underground travels by looking at this map of the Tube system (link opens a new window).

At Victoria I tried to find the Coach Station to get National Express to Oxford City, I had a student pass that would have made travel moderately less expensive. Having wandered all through Victoria and following the Coach Station signs outside and then circling the building without finding markings for the Coaches, I concluded that markings outside Victoria bore no comparison to either those found in the Tube or in Victoria Station itself which are excellent. So I changed plans and took a place in line for "Same Day Travel" on the rails.

After standing in line I was informed by the staff member behind the glass that trains to Oxford depart from Paddington NOT Victoria Station. I think I needed my "Be kind to the stupid American" t-shirt, but then again my experience is the UK has been that everyone is very helpful, UNLESS they are people you expect to be paid to be helpful. *shrug* Not that different from the states when you think about it. After a time of wandering in Victoria to just take it in and thinking about if I really wanted to go to Oxford, I donned my "What the Heck" cap and set off for Paddington Station via the Tube.

At Paddington I was informed, after again standing in the "Same Day Travel" line, that there was work being done on the lines so there would be a coach taking us for the final leg of the trip into Oxford. Kinda funny I ended up on a coach anyway and had to pay more for it.

Once in Oxford I grabbed the local open-top bus for a tour. I had not planned on staying in the city long and know fairly exactly what I wanted to see, though I was open to detours which is always advisable. I wanted to visit Christ Church and possibly Magdalen College if I had time. I made part of that goal and along the way found an interesting side path which made me leave Magdalen College for another visit.

I've divided my day in Oxford up into several posts since I have so many pictures.

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Comfort Inn Notting Hill room

My hotel room in the Comfort Inn Notting Hill was very small, amazingly small actually. When I entered it the head of the bed was under the TV, so one would have had four choices - 1) stand in the hall and watch the tube, 2) pull the desk chair into the hall to sit and watch, 3) perch on the end of the bed with no back support and watch from there, or 4) lay on the bed and listen to the tube while watching the coffee maker that stood on the shelf opposite the TV. I made a fifth choice, always like me to buck the system, and moved the bed so the head was on the opposite wall. Probably freaked the maids out when they saw I rearranged a microscopic room.
I took this picture with my bottom pressed against the door to the hall so you could get as realistic a picture as possible of just how small this space was. As you can see I snapped the picture after I rearranged the bed moving it to the opposite wall, if you can even say this room had an opposite wall. LOL
This picture is pretty dark sorry. It does give you a view of the tube and the end of the bed - formerly the head of the bed - where I put the luggage.
This shows the fourth wall, and reflects the bed and window in the mirror.
The bathroom was equally small although the show was full phone booth size rather then the half size one we had in Brighton. The interesting part of the bathroom was the sink. It was very small with a glass shelf directly above. So as a tall person I had a 33.33% chance of hitting the sink, shelf or floor when I rinsed while brushing my teeth. Sadly I can truthfully say I did all three though I didn't keep probability counts. LOL

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Day Two on Portobello Road

	I slept in most of the morning. I think all the traveling and walking caught up with me. After watching the clouds outside my hotel room window (the picture is taken from the bed), it was time to arise and head for Portobello Road.
	Yesterday I had looked through many of the shops and scoped out what I wanted to consider taking home with me. Today there were many more stalls setup all along they way. I saw some very cool clothing particularly around the Westway area, but most were just to expensive for me to take home for the kids or were to small for me, funky clothes rarely come in the "giant economy size" required for tall women. So I bought tee shirts for the kids and decided to hold off finding something for myself until later in the trip.
	I lunched at First Floor on Portobello Road, very good Italian food. The view over the market was outstanding. As was the steel drum playing wafting up from the street below.
After all the walking I wandered back to the hotel to take a load off my feet and back. I napped a bit as well. Then after talking to hubby on the phone I set off down Notting Hill Gate to find some sit down dinning place I had yet to discover. I found Mahal Indian Restaurant. Orders of salmon kheera, matar paneer, papadum, and a mango lassi hit the spots. After dinner it is back to the hotel to sleep, and rest for tomorrow.

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Notting Hill Here I Come

I started out midmorning wandering along Notting Hill Gate getting my bearings. I picked up a Portobello Market map and with it in hand stopped at Notting Hill Café for lunch: Fish & Chips, and a delicious Fruit Beurll (I think that is how it is spelled though I can't find the term on the net with is not a good sign).
The walking tour starts at Westbourne Grove where the famous antiques market started in 1948. From there you wander along Westbourne Grove to Lansdowne Crescent where Jimi Hendrix died in 1970.
I didn't follow the map exclusively, which would be a bit more formulaic then I like to be. Rather I wandered where something caught my eye, like this gated garden.
Following are some nice architectural pictures that I have no idea where they are exactly, roughly somewhere along Kensington Park Road.
I crossed over from Kensington Park Road to Portobello Road on Blenheim Crescent. In so doing I passed The Travel Bookshop. Nice shop with lots of interesting title. I wondered my way up Portobello Road and under the Westway stopping into shops that caught my eye. I bought very little, actually as memory serves I bought nothing at all just looked.
Then I crossed over to Travistock Green and took a break sitting on a bench outside this highrise. After snapping this picture I headed down Basing Street then cut back over to Portobello Road on Westbourne Park Road. I visited more shops along Portobello and followed it back to Pembridge Villas. Then made my way back to the hotel.
Along the way down Portobello Road I stopped for a fruit smoothy at a little café next to the internationalschool. As I sat in their garden and took a break I could hear the children next door singing in what sounded like French.

I decided that I was hungry for sushi again so I checked out Feng Sushi on Notting Hill Gate. Good food lovely presentation and great service. The restaurant is well above what we have to offer in Indiana but not nearly as good as Moshi Moshi.

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Travel to Notting Hill

Then it was packing up and getting into my hotel in London. I wish the trip into the city was a simple as that one sentence makes it sound, but it was not. The trip from Brighton to Notting Hill took almost six hours door-to-door. First I caught a taxi to the bus station, then a bus back to Heathrow, then I waited for the Hotelink bus to take me to the hotel which it did - after a time.

During my wait at Hearthrow I sat and admired the amazing confluence of people who pass through that gateway to the world. The colors and sounds simply swirl around you. I saw Indian women in brightly colored silk saris, Middle Eastern women in full cover, and African women in gold stripped head wraps. Throughout the throng there were men; men in Indian pajamas, tweed business suits, and hip Japanese bell bottoms. Overall the colorful and diverse picture there played a variegated loop of languages as people ran for gates, pushed luggage, played with children, and assisted their elderly family members. Sitting and watching, for 40 minutes or so, was a visual and auditory treat for the soul, so many different cultures in one place co-existing for a time - simply beautiful.

By the time I checked into the Comfort Inn Notting Hill I was tired and hungry. First I called hubby, who I had not spoken with since I left Indy on Friday due to some strange problem with my MCI prepaid phone card. On a side note in our 15 plus years together this was by far the longest we have gone without talking to each other. LOL On a daily basis we probably talk on the phone at least twice during the day, usually far more often. Then after we talked it was off to find dinner.

I am a lover of the night but not the city at night, not usually that is. I do, however love London at night there is vibrancy and rhythm that is different then any other city I have visited. I do not by nature feel safe in the city period, especially at night. But in London I do not feel deeply unsafe. Of course that feeling only came after getting lost at night on my last trip and making it back to my hotel alive. LOL So I went wandering down Notting Hill Gate, which - by the way - is a street not a 3-D object, looking for food.

I settled on Caffe' Uno an Italian restaurant and café. I found out in the establishment that they had won the Italian Restaurant of the Year 2003. Food was excellent, service likewise, and the ambiance was outstanding. After dinner I wondered back to the hotel to wait for hubby to call from home then off to sleep.

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