The Cat In The Purple Hat Comes Back

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We're putting the band back together!

We’re putting the band back together!

We were extremely excited to host Cat in Chicago this weekend after a three-year absence. She was mostly here to reminisce with the staff of Windy City Café and snag an on-trend Macy’s handbag, but we also made time to leave the city for a quintessentially autumnal American afternoon of apple picking. (To be honest, I’m not actually sure if apple picking really is quintessentially American or not, but this was the hook that Catherine and AJ used to persuade me to come.) Setting aside my lack of interest in the apples themselves, at least until they could be converted into cider form, the orchard looked beautiful and there were a surprising array of apple picking extras including warming bonfires, wayward goats and a maze of corn. Think of it as the Hampton Court of Wisconsin.

Quintessential autumnal American experience

Quintessential autumnal American experience

I choreographed this photo (instead of picking any apples)

I choreographed this photo (instead of picking any apples)

On the apple picking wagon

On the apple picking wagon

Pumpkins!

Pumpkins!

I waited for everyone else to (eventually) join my escape from the Crazy Corn Maze

I waited for everyone else to (eventually) join my escape from the Crazy Corn Maze

Immediately afterwards, we made our way to the Night of 1000 Jack-o’-Lanterns at the Chicago Botanic Garden for a Halloween-themed walk in the dark. The giant carved pumpkins were spectacular, and the garden’s already-adorable model railway section was made even better with spooky little trains. I am warmer towards Halloween than I used to be, though I still think it’s something we should just leave to Americans to do best.

More pumpkins!

More pumpkins!

The best pumpkin

The best pumpkin

Cat, Randi, warm cider

Cat, Randi, warm cider

Trying to wring out as much time with James as I can before he ups and leaves for Berlin, we saw Blade Runner 2049 together on Wednesday night. As someone with good but not great memories of the original plot, I thought it did a decent job of working as a standalone film, although [mild spoiler warning] there was a fair bit of contortion necessary to avoid ever quite confirming that Deckard is himself a replicant although of course he is. Also, the obligatory evil CEO is given the most ridiculously impractical office yet, in which everything is not only kept at very low lighting but also surrounded by a deep pool of water. Just remember, prospective super-villains: not only does someone have to design this in the first place, but a whole team will be necessary just to feed the fish, rescue any dropped electronics and clean the filtration system.

At some point I feel I should mention that Joe and Julie have faithfully come over every Sunday for the past nine weeks to watch the new series of Bake Off with us and shout at Prue Leith. So no spoilers until next weekend, please. I need to savour the exquisitely compressed emotional range of all the contestants, forever bouncing between feeling ‘a little disappointed’ and ‘pretty chuffed’, for it makes me feel that all is right with the world. We should leave Halloween to the Americans, and they should leave stoicism to us.

Usually this blog has a lot more narrative focus and/or available photos after I’ve been travelling, but going to Palo Alto never quite works. I was there last week for work, back in the trusty and still murder-free Comfort Inn, but at heart Palo Alto is a deeply suburban place and so any photos would just be of people’s back gardens and flower pots.

I did enjoy having dinner with my new team, as well as an evening with Nolan after a quick hop to San Francisco by train, and in the Lyft on the way back to the airport I craned my head around when I realised we had stopped to pick someone up at Facebook’s HQ to see if there was anything worth seeing. But there wasn’t, besides people holding their thumbs up outside a large Thumbs Up sign. Just a large campus in the middle of nowhere and shuttle busses to move employees in and out. The best way to describe this part of the world is that it’s as if Lloyds, Barclays and HSBC all decided to plonk their global headquarters in Amersham.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Apropos nothing, here's what happens when Randi has to wait for brunch

Apropos nothing, here’s what happens when Randi has to wait for brunch

 

Death by dysentery

Death by dysentery

Back in Chicago, we were delighted to meet baby Bernard Edward at Robert and Julie’s. The name immediately triggered memories of being read Not Now, Bernard in primary school, and it was only after I’d ordered the book as a gift (newborns can read, right?) that I realised how dark (and British?) the story is. Parents: don’t ignore your kids until they are eaten by monsters. One thing that Bernard Edward will almost certainly never experience is The Oregon Trail, a video game classic now parodied in boardgame form, which we played with Amanda, Alec and John the other night. The nostalgia factor was absent for me, since I never actually played the game – why exactly would I want take my wagon to Oregon anyway? – and by all of the ‘rules’ of boardgames it’s pretty terrible. Players can just die, from pure bad luck, and are immediately exiled from the rest of the game. But we enjoyed it with the right spirit, and some of us even made it to Oregon, too.

MisterWives

MisterWives

Randi and I also saw one of her favourite bands, MisterWives, as well as 1980 (Or Why I’m Voting for John Anderson), a political comedy about clashing personalities within the Boston branch of John Anderson’s independent 1980 presidential election campaign. Two Facebook HQ-sized thumbs up! (Side-note: in real life, you should never actually work for an independent presidential election campaign.)

Thanks to Randi’s curious intransigence about driving me to Oklahoma, that state is still pending a visit. So, last weekend we did the next best thing and watched Oklahoma!, the 1955 Rodgers & Hammerstein musical. As a child I loved this film, which (for some reason) we had on both VHS and audio cassette, and I spent many hours alternating between the two. Mostly I loved the song ‘The Farmer and the Cowman’, because I thought their being friends was a great idea, and was too young to realise that healing the rural class divide would only cement their united opposition to big city liberalism and Medicare.

I don’t think I cared much about the romance stuff back then, and even today I still find it rather puzzling. In case you’re unfamiliar with the plot of Oklahoma!, here’s a summary: Curly (a clean-cut cowman) and Laurey (a clean-cut farm girl) are very obviously in love with each other, but Laurey is offended by Curly asking her to the dance too late, and so she agrees to go instead with Jud (her surly hired hand on the farm, who lives in a shack and is maybe 50/50 on having maybe once burned a family to death) to make Curly jealous. There’s also some subtext here about fancy farm girl Laurey being unsatisfied with Curly’s lowly cowman status, although shacking up with the guy-who-lives-in-a-shack is a curious way to maintain your social standing.

But the really odd thing in this film is Jud, because nobody reacts to Jud in the way you might expect. Typically, the ‘boy invited along to make the other boy jealous’ character falls into one of two categories. Either he’s the laughing-stock underdog whom the audience is rooting for to win the girl around for real, or he’s the popular and socially desirable choice (rich, handsome, Hugh Grant) but secretly a psychopath. Jud is the laughing-stock underdog who’s pretty openly a psychopath and yet he goes around menacing Laurey and her Aunt Eller as if he has the upper hand, despite the fact that they are his employers and could fire him at any minute. (Spoiler alert: eventually, they do.) Was casual farm labour in the Oklahoman economy really so scarce that Jud holds all the cards? What gives?

There's a bright golden hazy plot point on the meadow

There’s a bright golden hazy plot point on the meadow

So as excited as I’m sure you were to read three paragraphs about a 62 year old musical, how about something completely different? How about, say, some audio promotion for this blog? You got it!

Audio Player

 

Thanks to Michael Wians, who auctioned off custom rap tracks as part of our internal fundraising at work for those affected by Hurricane Harvey. (Yes, this was before all of the other hurricanes. I may need a sequel.) It has been a busy couple of weeks, with many visitors congregating on the Chicago office and organising dinners and having many opinions on where those dinners should be, although I must say that the delegation I led to Kuma’s for burgers made no complaints.

Last Friday Randi and I also saw The Audience with Catherine and AJ, the 2013 play about Queen Elizabeth’s weekly meeting with her many Prime Ministers which I thought I’d missed forever. I obviously enjoyed it, because it was clearly written for me, although I’m not sure that anyone coming fresh to British politics could get anything at all. The accents were a little all over the place, but entirely forgivably, Thatcher was terrifying, as per life, and at the end they lit up big photographs around the theatre of all of the modern Prime Ministers under flashing lights while playing Dancing Queen, and it was both hilarious and silly but also a deep relief that the UK does not ever actually expect anyone to ever display a Prime Minister’s portrait. If we ever find ourselves casting for a new Head of State, let’s make it David Attenborough or Jean-Luc Picard or Curly the Cowman or someone.

Oklahoma! If I do ever visit now, I’ve already used up my background anecdotes.

Once in a while I become angsty about my blog’s looks, and then go into a redecorating coma for a week trying to put things right. So, here I am, regenerating again. Welcome to this site’s Fifth Republic!

Farewell, London theme

Farewell, London theme

On the homepage, I’ve finally found a timeline plugin which I’m happy with, and which will quietly mock my insufficient frequency of blogging. Over in the sidebar – unless you’re on a phone, of course, in which case it’ll be stuffed down the bottom somewhere – you’ll notice some enticing emoji. Click / tap / concentrate the power of your mind on these to explore the archives geographically. (It’s non-exhaustive, I hasten to add, partly because that would take an awfully long time and partly because geotagging people’s homes is a little creepy.) And yes, there are also bugs. Sorry about the bugs. I will try and fix the bugs.

Poor South London

Poor South London

Finally, at the request of precisely one person, you can subscribe for email updates in the footer. (Q: Couldn’t you just tell Randi when you’ve added a new post? A: I guess.)

I looked for the least inspiring word

I looked for the least inspiring word

Talking of Randi, we can finally add her to the Faces of Freedom gallery at the Chicago History Museum after a quick trip this morning, following in the footsteps of Cat and Matt when they visited Chicago. (Yes, you can also find that on the Chicago map! It’s all so integrated!) And talking of Cat and Matt, remember when we spent hours watching YouTube videos of people opening mystery boxes? Well, once I got back to Chicago I decided I couldn’t think of anyone more deserving of a mystery box of their own, so I sent them a package containing a pair of men’s touchscreen gloves, a Halloween glow pendant, some Reese’s miniatures, a ‘Super Asmr Tingles Collection 2’ CD and a Wisconsin Badgers shower curtain. I think you can see Cat’s joy in every frame. (And yes, the woman in the post office genuinely asked me if Cat Hurley was a human or whether I was addressing a box to a cat.)

The World's Best Unboxing Video

The World’s Best Unboxing Video

 

You know that scene when Clara steps into the Doctor’s timestream and is everywhere in his life at once? (If the answer is ‘no’, then you should be catching up on several series of Doctor Who instead of reading this.) That’s sorta how I feel after doing reconstructive surgery on my old blog posts in preparation for this website’s Next Big Upgrade™.  Suddenly I find myself getting distracted by a photo of the old Box Office in Willesden Green Library, or Waseley High School, and I need to focus if I’m ever going to get it finished.

Carnivale

Carnivale

Back in the present day, I’ve started a new role at Groupon, and Randi and I celebrated our anniversary at Carnivale. Together with Amanda and our neighbours, Joe and Julie, we also attended ‘After Hours’ at the Museum of Science and Industry. Aside from standing in creepy tubes (see below), the highlight was a science-themed Second City improv performance.

Also, last Friday night, we had a really lovely evening on McKenna’s rooftop with some friends from work, her dog and plenty of drinks. There’s no fun photo or quirky anecdote from that one, but it was too enjoyable not to include, and it will bring a smile to my face a decade from now when I’m going back through this old post to upgrade it to a series of telepathic impressions.

Whatever happened to Julie?

Whatever happened to Julie?

Happy birthday Amanda!

Happy birthday Amanda!

Birthday candle and/or firework

Birthday candle and/or firework

But mostly this post is dedicated to Amanda! This week we marked her birthday with sushi, cake, promises of a forthcoming cat sculpture which I nabbed in an internal charity auction at work (holding an auction over Google Sheets doesn’t make it any less intense) and more games of Dominion. (If anyone is keeping score, we’re up to three expansions and counting…)

Her mum, sister and niece visited over the weekend, and they came bearing copies of the Belleville Area Independent (“Belleville’s Favourite Newspaper!”) from the hometown where they grew up in Michigan for us to sample. And so in the spirit of nostalgia, I would like to reprint below a column which Nic would have rejected from Ruberyvillage.co.uk in a heartbeat. It’s worth reading in full for all of its raw, gonzo journalistic insight.

John Delaney and the $2 pizza

John Delaney and the $2 pizza