Archive for July, 2008

Movie stars rule

July 22, 2008

My friend, M, called me today and gave me some awesome news.

Our new mayor

Our new mayor

Our old governator, um, governor

Our old governator, um, governor

Do you remember Monty Python’s The Life of Brian?  Brian’s girlfriend, Judith Iscariot, was played by Sue Jones-Davies, and it turns out that she was recently elected to become mayor of Aberystwyth.  The irony is that Aberystwyth banned the movie when it came out since it was so controversial.  Sue Jones-Davies is trying to get the ban repealed.

I think it’s pretty funny that we are moving from a state ruled by one movie star to a city ruled by another.  I am SO excited to move to Aber!

We got our visas!

July 18, 2008

The move is starting to become more real as we completed the very important step of attaining our visas recently.  Luckily, it was a very straightforward process for us.  My company obtained a work permit from the UK Home Office for me, and I just needed to gather the rest of the paperwork together.  In the end, Dan decided not to apply as a HSM but as a dependant on my work visa instead, and we sent both of our applications in together.

On June 13, I submit my application online which is the only possible way for a US citizen to do it.  I also pay for the application plus postage fee $443 and schedule my Biometrics appointment for July 1.  At the Biometrics appointment on July 1, I get my picture and fingerprints taken.  I must send in all documents within two weeks of the Biometrics appointment.  Dan goes through the same procedure a few days after me.  In our joint application, we included everything they asked for in the following order:

-a cover letter
-my signed and completed application VAF2
-my work permit
-proof that I got my PhD (it was stipulated in the work permit that this is required for my post)
-a letter of support from a colleague from whom I’m renting a room for six weeks before Dan arrives
-confirmation from my biometrics appointment
-two passport photos of me
-four bank statements from our joint account
-my current and old passports
-our marriage license
-Dan’s completed and signed application VAF2
-his original birth certificate (they asked for his but not mine, strange)
-two passport photos of Dan
-Dan’s current and old passports
-confirmation from Dan’s biometrics appointment

Just a note that everything is the original, not a copy.  We send everything off to the British Consulate in LA by priority mail, certified, on July 10 and received the visas via UPS on July 17.  I was really nervous about the whole process, but it went extremely smoothly.  There were several times that I had questions, but I found the answers online, usually on UK-Yankee.  This was better than paying the $12 to call the consulate!

A few things that took a little bit of time to collect during our application: 1) Dan’s original birth certificate had to be sent over by his mom, 2) we had to call the National Passport Information Center to find out what city our passports were processed in, and 3) we needed to know the city of birth for each of our parents.  We were very lucky to have such an easy application, but I could imagine for some people that some sections of the application might be challenging, such as finding their old expired passports or recalling all the trips made to the UK in the last 10 years.  I imagine the work permit is the main reason for the process being so easy. Our visas note our one restriction is that we do not have recourse to public funds which is just fine with us.  We do have access to their National Health Service and we will need a National Insurance Number, very similar to the US’s social security number.

On another note, Dan has decided to join me in converting to Mac and will be buying a MacBook which means we will easily be able to communicate over the iSight during the 6 weeks that we will be apart.  Yea!

And Now For Something Completely Different…

July 17, 2008

OK, OK, you knew that title was going to make an appearance on this blog at some point. If you had “7″ in the pool, you are the winner. While most of this blog will focus on all things Welsh (or British), there will be the occasional post about things off topic. This post is the first of those completely random ramblings.

This past week, IAC and I spent sometime in the good old Midwest visiting my family and attending a wedding. While the wedding was the main reason for the trip, a visit to my parents was the ulterior motive. This was the last time before the move that IAC was going to see them and it is unclear when we next will meet. I will be returning sometime in September and spend about 4 weeks with them before flying over. It should also be said that visit was a nice way to get a car for the weekend to drive to Wisconsin for the wedding, thanks Mom and Dad! I can do no justice to the wedding in this blog except this list: our first Indian wedding, great food, half-naked groom, learned Bhangra dancing from YouTube, IAC in a sari, forgotten tie.

The Bride, IAC, and me

The Bride, IAC, and me

The last few days of my trip were spent at my parents’ house. Nothing like Central Illinois in July without air conditioning! There were only two things requested during our visit: sweet corn and dinner at the Pizza Machine. Unfortunately, with all the flooding the Midwest has had recently, this year’s crop of corn is delayed a few weeks. The first batches of sweet corn started coming in just a few days before our arrival. So we had two meals with corn (grilled and boiled) but the quality wasn’t the highest. We have already identified sweet corn as something that we are going to miss after the move (not that we don’t miss it already). Massachusetts and California corn doesn’t cut it. I mean, no self-respecting individual would actually husk corn in the grocery store like they do in these states. Nobody peels carrots or potatoes before buying them, why do they do that with corn? If you are one of these people, please enlighten me as to why you do this and why you try to reduce the freshness of the corn as quickly as possible!

The Pizza Machine is a relatively new pizzeria in town which is known for its, well, rather large pizzas. Their claim to fame is selling the world’s largest pizza. On a side note, they also have a contest for two people to see if they can finish a 40″ in under an hour. Despite the potential for riches, my Father declined my offer to take up the challenge. Maybe next time?

Am I a “highly skilled migrant?”

July 4, 2008

So, IAC has suggested that we send in our visa applications together. Since she has pretty much done everything required including her bio-metrics interview it is easy for her to say this. So I am spending the first night of my three day weekend at the computer filling (or trying to fill) out the application affectionately called VAF2. Anyway, I get to the part of application “to be completed by applicants applying for a Work Permit, Highly Skilled Migrant or Other Work Visas.” Hmmm…am I a highly skilled migrant? I mean, we in the US are all above average (or is that just in Lake Wobegon), maybe the British equivalent is for everyone to be “highly skilled”? I don’t mean mean to toot my own horn, but I am a PRO in Wii Tennis (over 2000 points!), that takes skill. Perhaps my fire building skill could be rated as high too?

Nonetheless, I surfed the web to see what the UK deems to be a “highly skilled migrant”, this is what I find:

You can apply under the highly skilled worker category now if you are:

  • in the United Kingdom with permission to stay (known as ‘leave to remain’) in an immigration category that allows you to switch into the highly skilled worker category;
  • already in the United Kingdom as a highly skilled worker and want to extend your permission to stay within your existing category;
  • already in the United Kingdom under the Highly Skilled Migrant Programme, want to extend your permission to stay and are eligible to switch into the highly skilled worker category;
  • applying for permission to enter the United Kingdom (known as ‘entry clearance’) under the highly skilled worker category.

Emphasis mine. So there you go, you can apply as a skilled worker if you apply as a skilled worker.

What I want to leave

July 3, 2008

Learning more about the British culture through my summer readings* has caused me to examine my own culture, namely the American culture.  Even though I personally belong to smaller sub-cultures (progressive, minority, female, educated) than the dominant mainstream culture, there are some parts of American culture that I am looking forward to leaving behind.  I completely understand that these are not unique to American culture and can probably be found in many other cultures, but I would argue that in America, these are at an extreme.  And I realize these are not rampant in all parts of America nor does it apply to every American or person living in America.  I also hope that I don’t offend anyone as these are just my opinions and observations, not based on or targeted at any one person but on my general surroundings during my many years spent in America.

1) “Me” obsessed: I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m a socialist, but I really do think doing what’s best for the community, society, greater good is usually more important than doing what is best for oneself.  I see many examples of Americans being so focused on themselves that they forget to think about other people, especially people they don’t know.  Additionally, there is this trend to evade blame and responsibility at all costs.  What happened to taking responsibility for yourself?  We are not perfect, we all make mistakes, so let’s also admit that we do that and everyone can rest easier knowing that it happens to everyone.  For the most part, I don’t think any of us are that interesting or important to warrant being obsessed about ourselves.  I think this obsession must start in childhood when we’re all told we’re special.  We’re not.  Let’s move on.

2) “Happiness” obsessed: I can’t remember the exact quote from The Sopranos but it essentially was an observation on how Americans are the only ones who think they deserve to be happy while everyone else in the rest of the world realize that life is rough and happiness is elusive.  I wholeheartedly agree.  Happiness is okay, but life is full of all sorts of emotions and experiences, so why are we obsessed with always being happy?  There is something to be said for embracing the full experience of being sad or angry or completely ambivalent.  Without the bad experiences, how can we fully appreciate the good ones?

However, if we want to argue that everyone deserves to be happy, then I think everyone can be happy but a lot of people don’t choose to be happy.  Americans find all sorts of excuses to abandon rather than working to change one’s perspective so that happiness is possible.  Abandoning seems easier somehow.  I don’t think this is the same thing as being satisfied because you can certainly be dissatisfied with the status quo and want to improve things.  But we get caught up in our “me” frenzy and think that our problems are the biggest in the world, and we don’t realize that it could be a lot worse.  A daily reminder of how lucky we all are (and I would argue that we each can find a plethora of reasons to believe we are lucky) and how much we have in our lives might just do the trick.  Don’t take anything for granted.  For example, you’re lucky you can read!  Hooray!

3) Excessive waste: That might seem like a redundant phrase, but I assure you, it is apropos.  Despite a lot of efforts to live greener, there is still rampant waste everywhere that I look.  It might be the fifty napkins that people grab for their meal or the excessive packaging on every product out there, but America wastes a lot.  Office buildings leave their lights on all night.  Reams of paper that are thrown in the trash and not recycled.  Leaving the water running for no apparent reason at all.  Money wasted on things we don’t need. Space used inefficiently.  When I think about the food wasted on cruise ships, it makes me cry.  I realize that it’s really hard to change certain behaviors and habits, especially without any tangible incentives.  But somehow other countries seem to do it.  My friend, D, tells me that in Jordan, not one drop of water is ever wasted.  You know when you take a shower, you let the water run until it warms up before you hop in?  In Jordan, that cold/lukewarm water doesn’t just run down the drain, it goes in a bucket that will later be used to wash dishes or water plants.  I love that.  I do admit that sometimes not wasting conflicts with other values.  I am a tiny bit OCD and freaked out about germs and public spaces and walking asymmetrically.  In a public restroom, how many sheets of poorly placed seat covers do I let fall down in the toilet before I give up and just sit on the seat?  How many sheets into the toilet roll can I be sure isn’t touched by the person before me?  Should I hold up the line for 10 minutes washing my hands until they are absolutely clean?  These are the questions that keep me up at night.

Anybody left that I haven’t pissed off?  After reading a lot of cultural psychology, I know that there are reasons why America became the way it is now and how having too much choice is part of the problem, too.  I don’t know how I came up with these attitudes given that I’ve grown up here, but sometimes I feel so suffocated that I think I’m drowning in American ridiculousness.  There are lots of reasons that I will be sad to leave the US, but I don’t want to post that up too early before we leave because then I might just cancel the move.  I have no idea how much I will or will not encounter these things in Wales, but at the very least, leaving will surely give me a different perspective on American culture.

*Thanks to our book club for our recent lively discussion of Eat, Pray, Love that reminded me that I hold these minority opinions.