RandyDandy, an American Expat in London

A reference to one of my favorite British comedy sketch shows. Also, my internal dialogue over the past 2-3 days, debating whether or not I should go spend an afternoon photographing random strangers in public places for my portrait class this week (snapshot aesthetic is the current assignment).

The subject headings in my spam folder right now:

Perfection is attainable
Enhance her sensations
More strength and stamina in bed
Enlarge your penis size
Luxury pens

One spammer really knows me! Should I be excited or frightened?

As the Olympic torch is greeted with protests and violence in three successive cities, perhaps its time to reconsider the traveling flame as an appropriate symbol. Until this week, I had no idea that the tradition originated at the 1936 Berlin Olympics as a Nazi propoganda tool. How fitting that it is now met with [...]

I am convinced that everyone has a British doppelgänger. Here are some folks I know back in the states who I’ve recently spotted over here:
Susan Draper, Kitty Ballard, Steve Kramer (WAY similar), Nathan Graham (2 so far), Logan Raye, Amy Solberg, Chelsea McCurdy, and Betsy Weber.
Still looking for you . . .

Our corporate relocation package includes an allowance for three career counseling sessions, of which I have completed two with a wonderful counselor named Sharon. At our last meeting, she asked me to list 5-7 accomplishments I would like to realize within the next 3-5 years; anything at all, without regard to any type of career [...]

“One good thing about not having any zoning is you can do stuff.” This is a quote from Marilyn Oshman, Houston art patron and founder of the Orange Show Center for Visionary Art. The organization, which annually sponsors one of my favorite events in the world, the Houston Art Car Parade, is featured in today’s [...]

It’s 2am. So says my computer, which finally agrees with the clock on the oven. My body does NOT agree, preferring to believe the Central time setting displayed only minutes ago. How does 8pm feel? I’ve never considered it before, but I know that 2am has never felt this easy. Despite my careful planning to adapt smoothly to the jetlag, I am wide awake.