Monday 26 December 2011

Last Days in America

I've been busy. I really have. Today I'm all excuses.


Mid-December I embarked on my adventure up north to Eau Claire and Chippewa Falls. There I finally saw some snow (we still don't have it in southern Wisconsin). I stayed with Karen and Kyle, the most heart-warmingly friendly hosts you could hope for. Yet again, I got pulled into the Recall Walker protests (not against my will, mind you), and I even managed to get a few signatures on a petition sheet. Instead of a petition, some people decided to give me the finger from their SUVs.

Chippewa Falls

One night I went to Eau Claire to catch this local band play - Bon Iver, or whatever they are called. No big deal. Just one of the best shows I've ever seen. Electrified audience, no big speeches, all the songs I wanted to hear (except "Wisconsin"), terrible sound, and all that basic stuff.

 Done. No, wait for the encore!

After my Big Northern Adventure it was time to get back to reality, which in this case means finals. Plenty of papers to write and stay up until 5am for. Nothing special. Keep reading.

After the final push, which wasn't as easy as it might seem based on the previous paragraph, I was of to Las Vegas. The day after finals. 4am. What happens in Vegas sta... wait, scrap that. I'm going to lay it down as clear as I can.

Vegas is nothing but a big shiny facade. The only thing that is original about Vegas is the sheer amount of fakeness they can cram into one city. 1/2-scale Eiffel Tower, miniature New York, in-door Venice with gondolas and Gucci stores, pyramids and Disney(c) castles. (I'll try to include pictures later). Streets covered with cards of naked women with pricetags. The homeless. The crazy ("Laugh or say something and I'll smack your face!"). The hotel I stayed in, even though it was on the Strip seemed like Stockholm-Helsinki cruise ship with more slot machines. I seriously have no idea what the parents who took their kids there were thinking. Probably not too much. 

I'm not saying I didn't enjoy myself, it was a good time. Something I had to see for myself. For maximum contrast, I headed to Stone Bank, WI (don't even ask) for Christmas. Nothing's fake here. Staying at a wood-heated lake house with the water cut off. Chopping wood outside in my muddy Vans. Seeing people open their presents. Smiling. Laughing. The awkwardness of a family trying to get the little girl play the flute. Eating an American Christmas dinner (read: massive). Eating some more. Going to the chapel on Holy Hill. Playing tag in the playground.

Tomorrow morning I'm taking the train from Milwaukee to Chicago. Stay there for the night and head home on Wednesday. Home, it's been such a long time.

I guess I'm out of excuses.

Monday 5 December 2011

Superficial Me

As a highly superficial and European person I have been traumatised by things I've seen here in America. It's not the laws, it's not the politics, it's not the food (well, I'm lying a bit here). But clothes. Yes, clothes. The pieces of cloth stiched together that you wear to make a statement about who you are. To show how much money you have. To show how superficial you are. To show how you feel. To express your very purpose on this planet. Um, anyway.

This may or may not come as a newsflash, but a lot of Americans have no style. None. There, I said it. To offer you, dear reader, some entertainment and insight into the American culture or, alternatively, a crash course in things that most Europeans laugh at, I compiled a list of things that defy any notion of what we call style.

Lets get started.

1. Flip flops with jeans - Not cool.

2. Sandals with socks - I guess this is universal, but still not cool.


3. Shorts and a dozen of sweatshirts - If it's December and you have to wear layers and layers of long sleeves, you might also want to consider giving up the shorts. Just sayin'.

4. Tie dyes - Another exchange student thought that the promotional video for University of Wisconsin-Whitewater was ancient because everyone was wearing tie dye t-shirts. To her shock and surprise, tie dyes never go out of fashion in America. Woodstock 4eva!


5. High heels with a backback - A rarity, but you don't know whether to laugh or cry when you see it.

6. Sweatpants and sweatshirts - This is no joke. This is what I have to deal with everyday, in every class. EVERY CLASS.

7. Pyjamas - Wake up. Go to class. Don't change your clothes. Win.

8. Overdressing - The one day Americans don't wear sweatshirts and sweatpants they take it to the next level. Or the next next next next level. Wearing a suit at a presentation is a bit over the top if you ask me.


9. Packers/Badgers/University of Wisconsin-Whatever clothes - I have nothing against the Packers or supporting a sports team, but where are the cool prints and band shirts?


 10. Combination of any/all of these - Americans can be creative when it comes to combining items that defy style.Gotta catch 'em all.

There. Good night, I'm tired.

(Disclaimer: All the pictures (except the tie dye one) are stolen from the internet, sorry. I didn't feel like taking pictures of people saying: "Hey, you have no style man, can I take a picture and make you famous?")

Monday 28 November 2011

Thanksgiving and the Middle Class American Dream

My Thanksgiving was great, thank you for asking. I did everything that was required for a 100% Real American Thanksgiving. I went to a real American family in a small American town. I ate loads of turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing and cranberry jelly. I watched the traditional Thanksgiving Greenbay Packers game with a size XXL Packers Super Bowl shirt on me. I cheered and grunted at more or less appropriate times. After the game I fell asleep on the chair. Still wearing the shirt. Later in the evening it was time for more socializing and eating. All in all, I tried my best to eat as much as I could and simply relax.

However, this family-centered relaxation is not all there is to Thanksgiving. Black Friday should not be forgotten. According to The Guardian "the term Black Friday was coined to illustrate the point at which shops and stores start to make a profit, or go "into the black"." Nowadays Black Friday kicks off the Christmas shopping season as people are lured to stores by bargain deals that often start in the middle of the night. So much for the peace and quiet. As millions of people rush to stores to grab what they think they need with their hard earned cash or credit, the money they don't own, it is no surprise that things get messy. Really messy. This year a woman pepper-sprayed 20 other custormers in a Walmart. There was also plenty stabbing, shooting and police brutality to go around (Associated Press). On top of this, I heard that the stores open earlier and earlier each year. This year you could not even afford to sleep until 6 am to grab the best deals as some stores opened their doors between 10 pm and midnight thursday night.


Black Friday seems like the perfect crystallization of the American (and western) consumer culture. You know, the basic stuff - people buying stuff they don't really need with money they don't really have. Thanksgiving and the following Black Friday also show the contrast between two middle class sets of values. On the one hand is the family-centered, peaceful suburban life, and the other is the freedom to take part in the consumerist society and fulfill your material desires. Each of these sides is equally part of the middle class American dream.

I was too tired to go out shopping. I slept in. I didn't feel like fighting the hordes in the darkness to get an iPodPad or a Dyson DC24 Multi Floor Vacuum or a refreshing breeze of pepper spray in my face. Instead, I did my shopping online like every sane person.

PS. I might add photos later. I was too lazy to take any during Thanksgiving, really.

Black Friday Bonus (ugh)

Friday 18 November 2011

Solidarity 4eva

Ever since World War I, American policies have been coloured by a conflict between democracy and capitalism. Fundamentally the tension is caused by the combination of a political system where power is grounded in the majority of people and an economic system where those who make more money have more power. So the government policies try to provide people with equal political power, while at the same time securing private property and the rights of companies to make profit. Problems arise when corporations start to have more and more impact on political decision making, and thus distorting the democratic ideal of equal power.



Many Americans have, nevertheless, benefitted from this marriage of the two ideologies, but economic crises often bring the issues to surface as people lose their jobs and houses. This happened in the 1930s after the economic slowdown and the Wall Street stock market crash and also in present after the western world was plunged into a recession. While there are differences between the reactions of people back then and now, there is at least one thing in common - solidarity.

The Occupy Wall Street movement has been occupying Zucotti Park more or less constantly since September 17 despite the pepper sprayings, arrests and the cold. As the movement lacks clear leader and, some say, focus, various newspapers have come up with their own descriptions of the movement. For example, the Wall Street Journal describes the movement as "a social media fueled protest against U.S. banking institutions" while NY Daily News says that people protest against "dysfunctional economic system that unfairly benefits corporations and the mega-rich". According to the arguably less biased, unofficial de facto online resource the protests are targeted against "the corrosive power of major banks and multinational corporations over the democratic process, and the role of Wall Street in creating an economic collapse".

Signs at Occupy Whitewater.


The movement has attracted a lot of students and unemployed graduates who feel like they have been let down by the system after doing everything that they were expected to do. They were told that studying hard and earning a degree guarantees a job with wages that enable full participation in the consumerist society. Instead they are left with no job, no future, massive debt and a deadbeat stigma. I can relate. (Drawing ideas from here.)

Coming from a country where higher education is supported primary through taxes, I find it quite stunning that tuition for a semester in relatively inexpensive state university costs roughly between 3.500 - 7.500 dollars (depending whether one is from in or out of state). I only have to pay about 1-2% of this, meaning 75 dollars. With such figures, it easy to see how students in the US have mounted a considerable debt by the time they graduate. To make matters worse, due to a state budget lapse, the tax funding of the University of Wisconsin systems is cut considerably to balance the budget. The university system will bear 38% of the reductions on state spending while it only represents 7% of the state's expenditures, which many people understandably find unfair. Moreover, these reductions are added on top of the prior 250 million dollar budget cuts. (Sources: this and a message regarding the budget lapse.) These cuts will reflect directly on the benefits, pensions and insurance payments of the faculty, which in turn acts as a push factor for professors to abandon ship. All in all, to cut it short, the budget cuts are likely to lead to increased tuition and a decrease in the quality of education as reducing bureaucracy is not likely to be enough to compensate for the cuts.


After all this, it is hardly surprising to see the Occupy Wall Street movement spreading to such small town as Whitewater, WI. Like protests around the US and the world, Occupy Whitewater (November 17, 2011) infuses local issues with the general protest against the influence of corporate power in politics. I find it interesting how the lack of clear objectives for the OWS moment gives local protests an opportunity to protest against the policies of governor Walker and the handling of the budget lapse, for example. It seems to me that this kind of localization of the movement adds to it's appeal and partly explains it's popularity across the globe.


Occupiers in front of the Anderson Library at the University of Wisconsin-Whitewater.


As the movement landed on campus, I couldn't stay away. For me, it was both a chance to display my support for the Occupy Wall Street movement and the local students and a cultural experience. I felt like I was part of something greater, something historical. And yet, there I was close to my dorm with the core couple dozen protestors some of whom I already knew. We spent the evening singing Solidarity Forever, eating pop corn and alternating between defying the power of the "1%" and the cold. I'm glad we had hot chocolate.

To reveal a secret - I wasn't really all that angry.

 All in all, I had a blast - even to the extent that I decided to wrap myself up in all the clothes I have and sleep in a tent. I didn't get too much sleep but at least I got an amazing experience and even more respect for the people who have slept in Zucotti Park, NY for months now. Solidarity, you know.

Thursday 10 November 2011

Loss of Perspective

August 22nd I was excited to stand on United States soil. Everything was new, exotic and pretty much blowing my mind. When I say everything, I mean everything. The scenery, buildings, food, grocery stores, "walk" -lights at pedestrian crossings (they are white!), measures (inches, ounces, miles, pounds, Fahrenheit), and even choice of beverages in McDonald's ("what is this thing called Rootbeer? Refills?). The first few days I was busy taking pictures of crappy-looking motels and carwashes with pink elephant logos. I was paying attention to every little detail that was different from Finland, and as you can see, there were a lot of things.

Just like the movies, right? Exciting, right?

Lately, I've noticed that my interest in the little things has diminished. Oh, they eat blue ice cream here. Yea, the coins are like this. These small and unconfortable desks are all they have here, who cares. It's normal that people go to classes in their pyjamas. I've become too accustomed to the state of things here that I've muted my foreign perspective.

Yesterday, the first snow gave me a glimpse of what I used to see here. Yes, I'd seen tons of the same cold and white snow in Finland, but having it here was a whole new experience. The exciment reminded me of the way I felt during the first weeks in the States. It reminded me of how I should feel right now. RIGHT NOW. In exactly seven weeks I will be back home. When I go back I'm sure to again realize the peculiar things about the US.

But I don't want to do it then. I want to do it now. I'm gonna be a tourist again!

Me, as a tourist. A reminder for myself. (Photo by Mariko. Sorry for stealing this, but I know you understand my identity crisis).

Monday 31 October 2011

Halloween Special (Always Wanted to Do One)

I have always wanted to run around the streets in a cardboard-meets-tinfoil robot suit with a raygun. Why haven't I fulfilled this perfectly sensible childhood dream then? Simple. Halloween does not exist in Finland. Fortunately, it does in the United States of America, and more specifically, in Madison, WI. "Madtown" is the home of the annual meeting of all kinds of weirdos, which is, quite aptly, called Freakfest. Freakfest turns a central street in Madison into an event of bands, bars, restaurants and, of course, mindblowing costumes.

 People going bonkers listening to crappy pop-punk by All Time Low.

Stores, especially the ones dedicated to selling party decorations, are filled from floor to roof with Halloween costumes and accessories. Curiously enough, men get covered up in gorilla costumes while women only get a pair of bunny ears and very little else. I'll let everyone draw their own conclusion on that, and instead focus on drawing something on me.

I did not want to buy a costume because I am a creative, artistic and talented individual, who naturally create their own - and, uhm, because I had a massive cardboard box lying around in the corner.

Quite a beauty.

To fulfil my childhood dream of creating my own indestructible robot armour I grabbed a pair of scissors, tape, and roll of tinfoil and got to business (thanks people for letting me "borrow" all this stuff). The process wasn't all that easy and apparently you'd better be an engineer of some sort to create a functional and comfortable creation out of cardboard. Well, I decided to go awkward and unconfortable (imagine me sitting in a shuttle from the hotel to downtown. Or simply imagine me sitting anywhere in a cardboard box).

Not enough shine. Yet.

The process took me hours and hours and the effort of squeezing myself into a cardboard box for dozens of times. After all my sweating in and outside of the box, I was finally ready for the showdown. Winning a dance battle, being slapped on the rear flap and kicked in the stomach made my efforts completely worth it!

"Take me to your leader!"

Sadly, after a night of bumping into people and all kinds of weird creatures it came time say goodbye to my life with robotic tunnel vision.

RIP. Recharge for next year. We had good times.

Good times.

Monday 17 October 2011

Commercialism vs. Manure

Two places. Both call themselves farms, but are completely different in character.

The first farm I visited on our happy-happy farm day last Saturday was called Elegant Farmer - A Wonderful Shopping Experience™. I could stop writing here and you'd still get an idea of what I'm talking about. But, I'm too tempted to go on.

Do I even need to what this is. Probably not.

On the Elegant Farmer - A Wonderful Shopping Experience™ -farm you could get hayride pulled by a tracktor after queuing for half an hour (3 bucks), pick your own apples and pumpkins ($ bucks), eat "Jumbo Fresh Fruit Muffins, Fruit Crisps & Pies, Fresh Fruit Breads and Old Fashioned Jumbo Cookies to deli specials including CiderBaked Ham®, Pulled Pork, Gourmet Popcorn, Blue Ribbon Cheeses and Fruity Applesauces" ($$$ bucks), or even buy the haystack you're sitting on for 6 bucks. Basically, everything and anything is for sale. So, instead of manure, I couldn't help to smell raw commercialism.



The place looked more like festival grounds than a farm with a parking lot filled with dozens and dozens of cars and long queues of people waiting to get tickets or food. Only Kanye West and U2 were missing to complete the festival feeling, since they even had the blue bathroom booths. 


Welcome to the Glastonbu... the farm.

The other farm we visited was a quiet family farm with a couple of horses and nothing for sale. We were offered fresh outdoor-oven-baked pizza (free), pumpkin carving (free), stories (free), and a variety of delicious desserts (free). The people were nice and I smelled honest manure instead of commercialism.

Pumpkin carving was so bloody fun. (Pun intended)

Some might say that it is completely unfair to compare these two farms, but I just did it, didn't I. If they both call themselves farms I might as well compare them even if they have nothing in common. Not even the smell.

PS. I heard that the paper-bag-baked apple pie is pretty good at the Elegant Farmer - A Wonderful Shopping Experience™ but I didn't try it so I wouldn't know.

My pumpkin chillin' and enjoyin' lyfe.


(source: http://www.elegantfarmer.com/about.html)

Monday 10 October 2011

American Hospitality

I'd heard about Southern hospitality but since I wasn't headed to the South I didn't know what to expect. Apparantly, massive burgers, cold beer and honest jokes.

 Around-There-Somewhere-If-You-Look-at-the-Map-Close-Enough, Oregon.


The first time I went to an American family in Around-There-Somewhere, OR, I made a mistake. After shaking hands, I mentioned that I was starving. You should never say that to an American family, not that they'll get angry or anything, but since they will stuff you with burgers with half-a-pound patties and countless fries (yummmmm, burgers). After my body survived from the shock I noticed that I was already sitting on the couch, watching (American) football, drinking beer and listening to stories. And there were plenty. It took no time for the people to feel like good friends or relatives that I just hadn't met in a long time. They didn't feel like strangers at all even though the stories and jokes were a bit weird - in a good way. "...and then she was dancing on the table. In the gradution party. And she's fifty and you could see her..." I have probably never felt so much at home after such a short time.

Once in a lifetime, I though. Not going to happen again.

Wrong.

Last weekend it happened again. I went to an American friend's parents' house. Burgers, beer and ice-breaking stories in the darkening evening accompanied by a firepit, s'mores (cracker + chocolate + toasted marshmallow) and laughter. It really seems that Americans really are friendly, really. Maybe I was wrong but atleast I did not whine about being hungry this time.

Chilling outside in the warm October night. (Which part of that sentence didn't make any sense?)

Saturday 1 October 2011

Living

It's weird I didn't mention this before, but I actually have to live somewhere during my semester. Not just somewhere - somewhere exotic. Dorms.

Wells East Hall, my home for the semester.

This semester is probably my once-in-a-life-time-experience of living in dorms since back home sharing an apartment with someone is considered horrible, let alone a room. Way to get isolated. Here, isolation is the least of my problems. I share my tiny room with a roommate. I Share the bathroom and showers with dozens of other people. I share the kitchen with the whole tower building.

 Welcome to Wells East. This is not a prison.

Luckily, I came prepared. I've seen the movies and read College Humor enough to know what to expect - and I haven't been disappointed. Girls puking out whatever-the-American-crap-double-cheese-burger-with-bacon-and-fries that they've eaten on the right. Bunch of guys who just made it out of their parents' house, blasting some bullshit music, playing NFL on Playstation and shouting "Dude, dude, watch this dudebrodude!" on the left. At 2 a.m.. And this is actually what I hear inside my room. Outside, it's a different story.

This is my refuge in all the madness that is called "college lyfe lol":
You can pretty much see all my earthly possession in this picture.

It will be weird not to hear the constantly thumbing bass drum when I go to bed back home.

Monday 26 September 2011

Important Sports Update

First, I apologise to all the fans of (American) football for what I said in my previous post. No, I still don't think it's great, but I've seen something worse - baseball, the most boring sport I've ever seen. Ever.

This is how an excited exchange student looks like, completely oblivious of the awaiting 3-hour-18-minute snoozefest.

I've learned about critique, so I'll start with something positive. The stadium was massive and impressing. And, umm, the weather was, uh. Well, at least tailgating, the event were people grill hot dogs and drink loads of beer at the tailgate of their SUVs, was fun. Wait, we didn't get to do that. And the game? I'll try to think of something positive to say.

People performing the tailgating ritual in front of the Miller Park Stadium.Or maybe the performed a rain dance.

No. It sucked pretty bad. It was start-and-stop by it's nature and it took even longer than the football game - a record in itself. This time I didn't have problems following what was going on; mostly because there was nothing going on. It seems that people didn't even show up there to follow the game. They came there to tailgate and enjoy a Sunday of eating nachos and drinking beer with their families and friends. Then again, I can't blame them for that.

Sunday well spent.

Saturday 17 September 2011

Football - the King of Sports

Football, did I say football? I meant soccer of course. "The real football", you know. The people around don't seem know.

Audience at a home soccer game. No Whitewater purple t-shirts, no shouting "U dub dub". To contrast:

Part of the audience at the first home football game.

People weren't too stoked to see the first home soccer game, but oh boy did they enjoy the first home football game. They seemed to like it more than they like mac & cheese. Everyone was wearing purple, shouting, clapping, standing up, eating popcorn and genarally feeling the vibes. I didn't feel it. But then again, I was the lame European jerk who doesn't appreciate the art of streching a game of four 15-minute quarters and a half-time into a three-hour (THREE HOUR) start-and-stop fest. Start. Stop. Start. Stop. Start. Stop. Start. Touchdown. Field goal. Stop. Stop. Stop. Ugh.


Wow, I sound pretty bitter. As if someone threw the ball in my face or something. So, just for the record, I understand that there is a lot of tactics and unique quirks related to football, but I still didn't find the game enjoyable. So, as I probably shouldn't make definitive conclusions after only seeing one game, I'll just say futball suckz.

Friday 9 September 2011

Par... Study All the Time

Students sailing between classes.


My classes started this week - big deal. I'll tell you about my classes when we actually start doing some work, since the first couple of weeks are dedicated to getting accustomed and drunk. Right? Wrong.

Reality slapped me in the face right at the very beginning of the semester. This is America, which means that  every course involves a lot of reading and writing. However, this doesn't necessarily mean that the pieces we read and write are very demanding. It's quantity over quality. I have to admit that this isn't really where I shine, but I hope that after the semester I'm an essay production machine spilling words on paper faster than a laserjet (or inkjet, if you're old-fashioned).

Whatever the future might be, at present the mountains of reaction papers, position papers, research papers, midterm and final papers listed on the course syllabuses force me to adjust myself to the American way of studying. Not that I ever did it, but it simply isn't enough to drag yourself to lectures and write a paper in the final week of the semester, red-eyed in the middle of the night. These courses require constant output.

Don't worry. I'm not planning to let this study thing get too much in the way of enjoying myself and going to places. That's why came here, not to sit in my dorm being all nerdy reading books, although I have to admit that the history of American Frontier is pretty intriguing stuff - now where did I put that book.

Tuesday 6 September 2011

Perception of Time

How long have I been here? It's not such a simple question. On the one hand, it feels like everything is still new and exciting, with the exception of the nearly everyday pizza at the dining hall - ugh. On the other hand, I feel like I have already experienced an impossible amount of stuff for one week. The classes haven't even started yet but it has been hectic nevertheless. I've been touring the campus (with and without a map), the dorms, the town, the bars, the malls. I've even been to Chicago, a city so big that everyone in Finland could move in there. In contrast to all these new things, there are also things I'm already getting used to. To list a few: I'm slowly getting used to living in a dorm with shared rooms, showers and bathrooms. I'm getting tired of the monotonous food that is served at the dining halls (again, pizza is the keyword here). So, all in all, the combination of the new and the already-sort-of-familiar easily messes up your perception of time. (Perception of time - did I actually say that?)

In the middle of all this losing-your-perception-of-time business I've barely had the time to rest and think about what's going on. From tomorrow onwards, I'll have classes to attend and assignments to do on top of all this madness. While it may sound overwhelming, I've enjoyed my first week a lot. I've made plenty of new friends (just look at my Facebook!), seen places and, you know, the basic stuff. The stuff you'd expect exchange students to experience.I feel extremely positive to be here. Lets see how I feel after the first classes though.

And by the way, now I also know what the campus looks like:
 University Center


A couple of residence halls


Don't even ask






Tuesday 30 August 2011

The Arrival

I'd love to describe what Whitewater or the campus looks like. I really would. Too bad it was already dark when we sat in the yellow school bus (yes, exactly like in the movies) on our way from Janesville to Whitewater. I was munching on a sub I got from Walmart along with bedlinen and other pretty damn interesting stuff. I was pretty hungry. The last time I had properly ate was around nine in the morning on Portland airport. With the power of a burger and some snacks I made my way from Corvallis, OR (don't even ask) to Whitewater via Portland, Chicago and Janesville. I still had it easier than most of the other exchange students who had been flying for hours and hours to get to the States.

At the Janesville bus station we, the exchange students, were joking about us being forgotten there. But of course we weren't, and I have to say that the welcome was warm. Along with warm handshakes and hearty smiles we also received an envelope with the keys to our dorms and some snacks. Still haven't read what the papers say though. Maybe I should.

Done. There were some papers about my roommate who is bound to arrive tomorrow. Info about the first day on campus. A campus map. Some info on the dorms. Pretty basic stuff.

Better get some sleep. I can probably describe the campus better if I'm not sleepwalking around it tomorrow.


Wednesday 24 August 2011

Seattle Sun

I heard Seattle is the rainiest city in the States. Still haven't seen any rain though. Quite the opposite, for the last couple of days it has been extremely warm and there is no sight of fall approaching. The weather hasn't been the only pleasant thing about Seattle. Even without planning our days too much we have managed to see a lot of interesting places. Really stress-free and gratifying.

One of these interesting places is definitely, and perhaps non-surprisingly, the Seattle Center, marked by the Space Needle. The Needle is surrounded by interesting places to see such as the EMP, Experience Music Project, which was a place made for me. There was a Nirvana exhibition, room full of old guitars, plenty of brand new instruments to play and some fun sci-fi stuff. I could probably live there, really.

Another place that I enjoyed was the historic Pike Place Market, which is filled with hundreds of vendors selling anything from fish and flowers to wooden 3D puzzles. However, the market place also brought up a curious thing about the US. A couple of fresh (and tasty!) peaches cost more than a meal at McDonalds or dozens of cans of soda. Not only are the fresh fruit expensive but they're also scarce. It's really difficult to find proper grocery stores around here. Starbucks - not. Why on earth does there have to be a Starbucks at every corner? I don't even like coffee!

Even if I don't like coffee, there are still plenty of things I like about Seattle and the US.

PS. I have a million tourist-y photos on my camera. I'll try to transfer them sometime later. This blog is slowly becoming one dull wall of text and needs an intervention.

EDIT: Here's a couple photos!

 Space Needle looming over the suburbs.


Seattle skyline


Me on top of the Space Needle


Fountain in Seattle Center


Monorail over a German motor repair shop


Fountain of instruments in Experience Music Project


Pike Place Market


University of Washington