C ons and Pros

Yes, we have already made the decision IN FAVOR of moving to Switzerland, but making lists is delicious so indulge me...

Here are the Cons and Pros of moving to Switzerland. It cannot be Pros and Cons because I need to end on a positive note. :)

Con: Leaving home Pro: Embarking on a new journey with my love
Con: Being away from friends Pro: Friends travelling to Europe to see us
Con: Taking care of two small children Pro: Taking care of two small children
Con: Swiss women couldn't vote until the 1970's Pro: I could call myself a 'Swiss Miss'
(Yes, I know that one was awful).
Con: Leaving the home of the burger Pro: Moving to the home of chocolate and cheese
Con: Goodbye ethnic food Pro: Hello sausage and bier
Con: No elevators, not even if you live on the fifth floor Pro: toned legs
Con: No lounging by the Villagio pool Pro: Upgrade to a two bedroom place
Con: Making car payments but not driving Trixie Pro: A year of no parkin' and pollutin'
Con: Snow Pro: Snow
Con: Learning German when people actually speak Swiss German
Pro: Most people speak English anyway
Con: No more all gourmet, all organic, on-demand Google food
Pro: Learning how to cook
Con: Earning very little money Pro: Putting off finding a real job for another year
Con: Date night (dinner and a movie) costs around $150
Pro: Date night (holding hands while walking along Lake Zurich) is priceless
Con: no Loehmann's Pro: Milan is four hours away by train

Overrated

As a high school student, going to concerts was part of my identity. I had seen No Doubt perform fifteen times in venues all throughout southern California and I saved the ticket stubs to prove it. Likewise, I fell in love with a Pasadena band called Ozma and saw them at least as many times as I saw No Doubt. Some of these shows were free and I rarely paid more than the price of a movie ticket to see them.

After not attending a concert for several years, I watched U2 perform at the Oakland Arena from a $160 seat last week. One hundred and sixty dollars per ticket… do I get fries with that? No. Was my vantage point so awesome that I could see Bono’s Irish eyes behind those cool guy glasses? No. That’s just how much tickets go for these days I guess.

Mickey had heard that ‘if you saw any band on stage, you should see U2 because they put on an amazing show.’ After watching the show, I began to understand why people say that. The lights and visuals were more intense and meticulously choreographed than any I had ever seen in a live show. I imagine that you get the same type of experience when you go to see ‘N Sync, Madonna or Britney Spears, but I’m not sure. In any case, the lights + the music-video-like images on the jumbo screen + the actual music overloaded my senses and made me feel more like an outsider than one ‘in the moment.’

And here’s the part that I’m afraid to ask out loud… doesn’t recorded music sound better than live music sometimes? If you’ve heard “Sunday, Bloody Sunday” in a certain way for as long as you can remember, don’t you want to hear it precisely that way on stage? With all these songs (With or Without You, One, Beautiful Day, etc.), the live version is ever so slightly different than what you hear on the radio and thus ever so slightly not what I wanted. This is why I’m a philistine when it comes to music.

Perhaps the best part of watching U2 on stage was all of a sudden ‘getting’ their music. Before my CDs were stolen, I only owned one U2 album and that was a compilation so I guess it doesn’t count. Thus I had only experienced U2 song by song and it was nice to hear all these songs in a context that made sense. It helped that Bono spelled out his political message pretty explicitly.

Lost in Translation

It's decided; you can't be sarcastic on paper. The message taped on the mirror in the ladies' lockeroom at my local YMCA is the case in point. What I gathered after reading the message several times is that someone stole money and jewelry from someone else's locker. I understand that this must have been a serious pain in the ass and I feel for the person who lost their stuff. However, they wrote a stupid message to the thief, dripping so heavily in sarcasm that it barely made sense. It went something like this:

To the person who stole my stuff,
Thank you so much for stealing my money and messing with my credit cards. Thank you also for stealing my jewelry. You never know what jewelry means to someone. God bless you!

Because of all these 'thank you's' and the 'god bless you' at the end it was barely comprehensible. I think the victim would have been better off writing a nasty letter with real swear words to the theif. Afterall, statistics show that most criminals are not very bright and I think that the sarcasm would be lost on them.

Funkin

Hollow ween

Though I do not dress up for Halloween anymore or go trick or treating, I have kept up with the tradition of carving pumpkins. It is a psuedo-art. One year I felt especially ambitious (and especially fond of Gwen Stefani) and carved the words, 'No Doubt' into a pumpkin.

Anyway, my artistically inclined friend, Leah, came over to carve a pumpkin with me. It was her job to pick up the pumpkin at Safeway, but she called from the store and said that they had no pumpkins left in stock. I was disappointed until she called back only minutes later to say that while Safeway was still out of pumpkins, they had plenty of Funkins, foam carvable pumpkins. I was curious and told her to bring this odd but potentially genius alternative.

Yeah, maybe the foam is kind of strange but at least there would be no mess and my house wouldn't smell like pumpkin for days. We carved the thing up in the shape of a cat and it worked out rather well. It even came with a pre-cut hole in the bottom for the candle. However, as I prepared to light the candle I notice a sticker on the bottom of the pumpkin warning the user about foam's flammability. I thought that was a little ironic, the pre-cut hole was not designed for a candle. Anyway, I ignored the warning and enjoyed my funkin.