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We’ve been in Tampa for two days now, and it’s definitely a southern “new” city. The conference hotel, like the Jungian archetypal conference hotel, is located near nothing of great significance, and extorts its residents for meals, coffee, etc. As the faculty spouse, I have studiously avoided the conference, opting instead for the vacation-ritual of meals punctuated by not much else (at lunch yesterday, we actually heard people leaving the place talking about where they would go for dinner). Our time here has been spent with our friends Carol and Mrak and their son Tony. Yesterday’s big outing was to the aquarium, where I saw the biggest fish I’d ever seen, some cool sharks, and so forth. We tried to take pictures. The day before we went to the Tampa power plant, which creates a bunch of warm water (used for cooling) that attracts manatees. Unfortunately, we did not see any and all we got out of it was a plastic souvenir. It was one of those “make your own souvenir” things where you give a machine a dollar and it injects plastic into a mould. Oh, how mighty DIY has fallen! Anyway, it was fun and we are slowly warming to our plastic manatee, who needs a little trimming and still has that “freshly burnt plastic” smell. I fear he may not survive the trip back to the cold north, however.

Our last two before coming to Tampa were also relatively uneventful, though we did drop down to Sarasota for an afternoon/evening. On the way, we also picked up another six Cds from a store where you can listen to them beforehand, so we did a little better. The new Thievery Corporation is great.

Back to Sarasota. Our colleague David Crowley is restoring a house down there and so we took advantage of the coincidence to have a very nice dinner at a fish place (Carrie had grouper, the same species as the shark-sized fish I would see at the aquarium two days later) and enjoy excellent conversation. David’s house is an old Florida house but it is located in a neighborhood that is rapidly going upscale, which means that there are McMansions with gates and BMWs parked in the driveway right next to, well, old Florida houses. But then real estate seems like the biggest industry in the parts of Florida we saw. If it’s not actually the biggest, it is surely the biggest in our imagination of the place.

Tomorrow we get up at the crack of dawn to make sure we’re at the airport on time for our departure back home to Montreal via Chicago. You know we’re not going to be late.

The trip as a whole was restful in the way that vacations are restful, though much of my life (and work) in Montreal is still present to me. Perhaps that’s because I took work with; perhaps it’s because I haven’t been away long enough. Either way, I got the vacation I deserved – except that I’ve obviously got a thing or two to learn about tanning. I’m excited to go home and get back to my (still relatively new) life, even though I know it will kick my ass for the next six weeks.

Fish Mistaken for Sharks

Among our activities yesterday, we went on a “BayWalk” which is nothing like Baywatch but reminds me of those patches of restored prairie in the Midwest. Basically, the concept is that the island’s natural habitat has been completely destroyed over the course of 100 years of development, so now they’re working to bring some of it back and maintain it. It’s that completely artificial experience of “conserved” nature that dominates both the vast majority of experiences of nature for people in urban societies, and – I suspect – also dominates the ecological imagination. Anyway, we got to see tons of baby fish swimming around, a bunch of weird birds and lizards, and a group of large fish that Carrie at first mistook for sharks, which just made them that much cooler (we were both looking for the telltale dorsal fin). We also got to see a couple dolphins, the first of which was really exciting to see.

Today is cloudy, so we are off to see if we can watch some manatees and dolphins from one of the piers on the north side of the island.

Updates:

–no part of my body is tan. There is only red and white.

–sandpipers are still my new favorite bird.

Special Guest Entry by Carrie

Hi Folks – it’s vacation time in Florida for Jon and I, and I thought, being a special kind of thing, that I’d create a special guest entry.

Florida is both amazing and absolutely frightening. While flying in to Tampa (see J’s Feb 18 post on the intrigues of our flight), I read an article in the recent Harper’s on a young Democrat who went to Florida in late October 2004 through election day to go underground with the Republican party, all in the name of keeping an eye on the electioneering process. The article particularly emphasized the more loony and surreal aspects of Republican political canvassing, especially the lives of its canvassers and the very religious among them. With article fully digested, I felt I had some good insight into Floridian political life, and from the eyes of this tourist, the author’s take on Florida seems to be quite true. I’ve never seen so many large, full-service Christian churches, block after block in Bradenton, FL. The “prayer station” next to the beach really clinched for me how intimately linked daily life, evangelical Christianity and tourism are in the Gulf region – heck, probably all over Florida and most of the Atlantic south. Couple that with the XXX mega stores in the strip mall next to McDonald’s, the Christian bookstore, the funeral home and the liquor mart, and I feel I’m experiencing America in a nutshell. I know that’s a bit unfair as an assessment. But then again, put in relief, the selling of sex, death, God and burgers really does about capture it all.

Vacation (Ctd)

First of all, in case anyone in the north has forgotten, the sun is actually hot. This means even relatively short periods of exposure after one’s body has been covered in sunblock can still lead to roasting. Both Carrie and I are a mix of lily white and totally burnt. There is not a “tan” patch anywhere on either of our bodies. But there are plenty of days left on the vacation.

My new favorite bird is the sandpiper. Mostly, they just run around, which is cool. They look like they’re running really hard. And I like their beaks.

After spending the first night on St. Pete beach, which is a crowded high rise family resort sort of place, we went down to Ana Maria Island, which is considerably quieter. We’ve got a place with a kitchenette and a separate bedroom which means we can stay in when we like and operate on our own schedule. The only hitch is that the smoke detector is too close to the kitchenette and is awfully sensitive. In fact, after ours went off, we would occasionally hear others going off in other people’s units. So it’s not just us.

The beach is amazing. The island is about 3 blocks wide, and we do have to cross the street to get to the beach, but this stretch really has almost nothing on it except furniture for us to lay down on, sand and sand sculptures, and beautiful crystalline waters that make that lovely swooshing sound they make. The Gulf of Mexico has that same calming effect as the ocean, and it tastes just as salty.

The towns nearby are all super conservative: tons of churches and tons of real estate offices, in case you wonder what the locals’ two big preoccupations are. There’s also the “mobile prayer station” and the stretch of highway that is being sponsored by the John Birch Society.

Mostly, though, we ignore all that like good consumers and go about our vacationing business.

We also picked up some Cds to listen to as we drive around. My capsule reviews (keep in mind we were not going to find the hip indie record store down here):

And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead (latest one): track 2 absolutely 100% kills. It’s an amazing rock song. Bordering on prog rock in its high concept-ness, though they don’t overplay. That said, the rest of the album is the album that they were supposed to make. You know, the one where the band “matures” and takes a “giant leap forward.” Unfortunately, that may have been their EP “Secrets of Elena’s Tomb.” This one is just plain old uneven.

Arcade Fire: I know I am under tremendous pressure to like this one as a good Montreal wannabe hipster. There are a couple tasty tunes but the jury’s out because of the shaky singing. Will I get used to it or will I forever see it as an affectation that makes a virtue of a necessity? Also, I’m starting to get a feeling that there’s this whole Canadian indierock thing about having a lot of people and a lot of instruments in your band.

Queen Latifah: the jazz album where she sings. It sounds exactly like a very, very standard album of female jazz vocals accompanied by a competent backing band. Inoffensive, which is unfortunate in this case.

Zero7: Exactly like their first album “Simple Things,” except different songs. Which is to say that they didn’t try to mature. Extremely pleasing 1970s mellow, but perhaps not the ideal choice for driving around.

UNKLE: the new one. Very good, but whoever wrote the blurb from Rolling Stone that said it was a “dance” album is crazy. It’s very mellow.

DJ Shadow, Preemptive Strike: early singles. Lots of tasty beats. I asked Carrie at one point if, in the future, I were to do a DJ album, whether I could record her saying “Jon, I want you to play me some tasty beats!” She assented, but I think she is counting on this never actually happening.

New Rules (ctd)

D. Do not dally on the way to the airport.

The Montreal airport seems like the place where you don’t need to observe the “get there two hours early for an international flight” rule. But there are limits. Specifically, 45 minutes before departure time. We took a little too long getting out of the apt to the airport and when we got there I even thought to take a moment to check our coats. The result? We walked up to the counter exactly 40 minutes before takeoff. Now, there was no problem physically speaking; we could have easily made the flight. But Air Canada is pretty strict with their rule, so much so that it was not possible for the agents to get us on our flight. And yes, coat check was probably the difference.

Thus began the saga of the beginning of the vacation. We had to call United, through whom the tickets were booked. The kind agent on the other end then spent about 45 minutes looking at other flights he could book us on. The only ones he found were on Saturday and cost $1000 (CAN) each. Carrie was getting whiter and whiter and I realized her bloodsugar was taking a big drop, so she handed the phone to me about 40 minutes into the call and took a glucose tab or two. The agent on the other end of the phone kept looking and I started to ponder whether Thursday evening would find me at the Donna Haraway talk, explaining to my friends why I had actually shown up.

Finally, I asked about standby, which we’d never done before. The agent came up with a plan: fly to Washington DC (instead of Chicago, which was where our original connections were) and then try and get on one of two flights from DC to Tampa. There were four the next day. The deal is the United doesn’t charge you to be on standby if, like us, you screw up your flight plan.

Since it was $2000 and fly on Saturday or stand by for free (with the possibility of paying for one night’s hotel), we eagerly took the Washington DC option. And thus, we spent most of Thursday waiting around in the Dulles airport, like vultures, for two people to get themselves into the very situation we had gotten ourselves so that we could take advantage of their misfortune. I can tell you that the C concourse of Dulles is much more boring than the B concourse, and it is absolutely FULL of miserable, harried people. Including Wolf Blitzer (Carrie saw him, I didnit). The B concourse is nice and open but the shops are boring and so is the food. We spent a good deal of time in a bar that had ESPN Sportscenter, which is one U.S. show Carrie dearly missed (note: TSN’s “Sportscentre” bites in comparison).

The long and short of it is that we were the last two people allowed onto the last flight of the night to Tampa and we’ve never been so happy to get on a plane. Our total “lost” vacation time was about seven hours. At least I got most of my undergrad papers marked. I will say, given the generally low level of service in the airline industry, that everyone we came across was very helpful and went out of their way to help us get to Florida.

OK, another thing. “Ted” is the stupidest branding idea ever. “Ted” is the last three letters of “United” and it allows them to say things like “Ted would like you to fasten your seatbelt,” or “Ted welcomes you,” which is smarmy but not clever. Also, their safety video uses these flat orange backgrounds and looks like it’s straight out of The Matrix, so I guess that’s a point in their favor. It’s the first truly surreal safety video I have ever seen and I would happily watch it again just for its entertainment value.

Speaking of which, there is a small bone of contention about whether Oprah Winfrey was on our flight. The captain announced it before we took off (she was supposedly doing a story on the life of a flight attendant) they even showed a special graphic on the screens that said “Ted is going to be on TV” (you see how annoying the “Ted” thing can be?). When we deplaned in Tampa, there was a woman who could have been Oprah but since neither of us watch the show, we couldn’t be certain. Carrie thinks not, I think so, only because they were having people take their pictures with her and because of the LCD graphic, which seems like a bit much for making a joke of a flight attendant who just looks like Oprah.

Note: while in Manatee County there was no internet access, but I blogged the vacation in word. I will upload it over the next days and postdate it — this is the first installment.

New Rules

A. Do not watch 24 before going to bed. Bad idea. I actually had my first nuclear nightmare since childhood Tuesday night (we watched it a day late). Plus all that edge-of-your-seat stuff isn’t exactly relaxing.

B. Do not attempt to feed the icky outdoor cat.(1) It will keep coming around and mess up our cats’ private property. This particular icky outdoor cat has been coming around on the back patio. When the weather is warm, we let our cats out on the patio. We don’t want any conflict. Yesterday, it showed up wet with rain looking in at our very dry cats. There was much brandishing of large tales and growling through the patio glass. Carrie confessed that she took pity on the icky outdoor cat and tried to feed it one night. Luckily, it did not take the food.

C. If you are a faculty association, do not bash unions in your recruitment literature for new faculty. Especially do not mention that unions are a threat to “collegiality.” Some of your potential members may have been in unions at previous jobs and might recognize propaganda when they see it.

Off to catch a plane. My best hope is that the Montreal airport has lockers for rent. If not, new rule “D” is that the Montreal airport should have lockers so I don’t have to fly a winter coat to Florida or freeze my tail off waiting for the shuttle bus in extended parking.

The laptop comes with. Perhaps there will be installments, but no promises. I might just be on vacation.

1. Charlie and Kim had an icky outdoor cat in Vallejo that they did feed, and it was okay. Different scenario.

Loose Ends

–The cheese dip was a big hit at the Super Bowl Party

–My talk went over quite well at the conference. I felt bad presenting something that’s already been accepted for publication somewhere, but you know what? Other people do it all the time. And as a result of it being “old” to me (even though it’s not out yet) the presentation was really slick. It had to be, as I was the last of the day and some eyes were looking droopy. But I managed a good show.

–In other news from the conference, I met a guy who wrote an essay on nonwestern approaches to “copies” which I’m very interested it. For years now I’ve been of the mind that the whole original/copy discussion (e.g., Benjamin’s “Work of Art” essay, Baudrillard Simulations, and on and on and on) is a bunch of metaphysical smoke and mirrors (which is to say ASKING THE WRONG SET OF QUESTIONS) and I tried to deal with it in the long “Social Genesis of Sound Fidelity” in The Audible Past but not to my satisfaction then or now. I’ve been taking a more effective and dismissive (in the nonperjorative sense of the word) approach lately and I’m looking for more ammunition in that area. this is in part fueled by Deleuze’s short “Plato and the Simulacrum” section in The Logic of Sense (a different translation appeared in October I think) but I’m looking for more. Usually, people who don’t believe me aren’t convinced by a long exposition on copies and originals as contenders for the same prize. No big surprise there.

–Despite the fact that friends are on the bill and some of the papers look interesting, I am skipping the conference today for reasons of self-care. This is the new regime. I will not feel guilty for avoiding acts of self-sacrificial heroics that I might otherwise undertake in the name of good academic citizenship. Thank you.

–For the first time ever, we are going to Florida for Spring Break (which does not happen here in Spring, it happens in the last week of February). Carrie is giving a talk in Tampa, so we are going down there for a whole week. I don’t know if I will have blog access or motivation (we know how this worked on past trips), but we leave this Thursday.